K&K (Taste Features)
40. The Right Hunch
Bu Sita was playing the phone that Citra had just bought for six million rupiah. Ms. Moni has patiently and painstakingly taught her how to use the smartphone including how to surf on social media while waiting for Citra to finish shooting.
Understandably, since the departure of the beloved daughter and followed by her husband and father-in-law, she is not a socialite mother or contemporary mothers who are up to date. At least after getting to know social media, and being able to communicate with old friends, distant friends and new friends, he got a little entertainment.
Bu Sita actively follows the instagram of preachers, motivators and businessmen. He wanted to rise from the slump after a long vacuum from all. Some follow the gossip instagram account, because after all she is a woman!
The fifty-year-old woman is busy liking her daughter, Citra, as an endorse. He also fulfilled the contents of his photos, recordings and instastory about Citra which won Coseam and is now a national model.
A video trailer from one of the gossip accounts named “Bi_Gos” appeared on the home page with the title, “One of the Survivors of the RQ30144 Water Badge Passenger Who Was Declared Missing and Dead.” Curiosity makes Sita bu without thinking back immediately watch it.
The video recorded via the phone is not so clear because it shakes a lot. But when highlighting the object of gossip, his face enlarged and made Sita bu strangled. He was not sure what he saw, but then twisted three times to make sure the girl as a person he knew.
“Partra!!! Citra.....!!!” shouted Sita from the living room.
The image had just come home from the Coseam photo shoot and he was laying on the bed.
Ms. Sita half ran and immediately barged into her daughter's room without knocking first.
“What's up, Ma?” tanya Citra was shocked by the commotion of her mother.
“See this! This is your brother! Kirana. Who else if not him? Mama is very sure once.”
The image frowned, he rubbed his eyes and immediately grabbed the mama's phone while sitting.
He saw the broadcast of the gossip account. Then check other gossip accounts and contain the same news about the passengers who survived the Kencana Air flight.
“I..this..this is big brother, right Ma?” tanya Citra hesitated in stammering. Her mother nodded while sobbing.
“But, how is it possible?”
“Mama has said. A mother's premonition must be true and your son must not have died because his body was not found. We need to find out where Kirana is right now. Ayok fast.”
“I..iya.alright Ma. But we have to make sure first. I'll call my acquaintance's fellow journalists to find out where they cover the woman. We will go there.” The image grasped both of his mother's hands.
Ms. Sita nodded. He could not wait to hug and kiss his eldest daughter. It was inconceivable how his Kiranya had now grown into a charming young woman. He did not pay attention to the condition of Kirana who when covered was in a sad situation, which he made sure was just a familiar face.
The image grabbed the phone lying on the table next to the bed. He contacted fellow gossip reporters to ensure the clarity of the coverage that is now the main topic of the gossip media. After speaking for not more than five minutes he ended the conversation and looked at his mother with sparkling eyes.
“We go to that house now.”
Citra and her mother boarded a passing taxi. They headed to the terminal looking for a bus to Jakarta. Usually they will rent a car with a driver, but at that time there was no time to look for a car rental and driver.
They arrived in Jakarta at ten p.m. Ms. Sita was eager to get to Anna's house where Kirana was covered.
But, Citra reminded about the ethics of visiting. After all, according to the reporters, the girl who was covered immediately left the house. So, Kirana can't be there. Bu Sita finally agreed with his daughter's advice to stay first at a nearby hotel.
***
At seven o'clock in the morning, when the sun had just inched over the pole and the green leaves began to photosynthesize. Bu Sita and Citra had left the hotel without breakfast provided at the hotel restaurant.
They headed straight for Anna's house, which was heavily guarded by security guards.
“What do you need, Bu?” ask security.
“I need to talk to the owner of this house,” replied bu Sita.
“There is an appointment? mother where? Homeowners are not able to carelessly accept guests.”
Bu Sita and Citra glanced at each other. Citra understands the situation, because homeowners certainly do not want to receive journalists or media spotlight anymore.
“Emm, I heard that the owner of this house, Miss Anna, is a French restaurant owner. So we're here to talk business. I'm a model, sir. You may know the model contest a few weeks ago, Coseam at GaulTv station. I am the first winner. Bu Anna wants to be promoted French restaurant..” has not had time Citra continues the story of his essay, the tall security guard immediately interjected in amazement, “Oh, you are mbak Citra Kusuma Bintang huh? Well I just realized. Absolutely beautiful. May I have a photo of you and a signature?” the officer pleaded with sparkling eyes.
Citra and her mother were a little surprised but finally responded with pleasure. Bu Sita photographed her daughter and the house security guard with the cell phone belonging to the security guard. After several poses and signing the T-shirts in the security guard, they were allowed to enter the courtyard.
Ms. Sita and her daughter did not need to press the bell, because at that time the owner of the house, Ms. Anna, was busy reading the newspaper in the living room with the door wide open.
“Excuse me ma'am, Assalamu’alaikum,” greetings bu Sita politely. Miss Anna looked up.
The lady in small rectangular glasses with a golden-colored frame put down the newspaper with a slight annoyance. He had warned the security guard not to open the door for people with no interests, and his family was not looking to receive guests.
“Wa’alaikum salam.” Miss Anna kept answering her greetings and walked towards the door.
“Iya?”
“Eh, Sorry, Mom. Sa..ya...,” bu Sita staggered and confused.
“Look the woman who was covered last night by the media, we feel very familiar with her as a member of our family who has been lost in the plane crash. We just want to make sure if the woman is really our family or just similar,” interrupted Citra directly to the subject before being evicted due to the unwillingness of the homeowner to have foreign guests.
Ms. Sita immediately took out a family photo taken one year before Kirana's departure and handed it to the woman who was five years older than her.
Ms. Anna confirmed the glasses and noticed more clearly the long jet-black-haired girl and her two dimples. The girl looked more contained and young. Kirana was only eighteen years old and her teenage face was a lot different to today.
The teenage girl in the photo apart from her body and face are more contained, looks cheerful and happy. He finds and recognizes Kirana whose facial bones are increasingly visible with a shrinking body and a sadness that seems to accompany him throughout his life.
“Please enter,” says bu Anna with a warmer tone of voice. “What do you guys want to ask about women last night? The woman is no longer in this house and does not live here. He came to our family party,” Anna said as she and her guests sat on the sofa. Her mother and her husband looked at each other.
“What is she named Kirana Badar?” ask Sita mom expectantly.
“I only know her name is indeed Kirana. Never know his full name.”
Citra and bu Sita breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily. A glimmer of hope returned to the ends of their hearts that had long been wracked by despair.
“How can you get to know Kirana?”
“He has no place to stay and destination. He needs a job. So he worked in my restaurant while living there. Once our manager knew that he could play the piano well, he was recruited to be a pianist in our restaurant. He currently lives in an apartment owned by my son.
Our family does not know the origin of how and where, we only know that he is a good person, hardworking, and talented although unfortunately he can not talk.”
“Sorry.., you said in.a can't talk?” tanya ma'am Sita repeated Anna's last words.
Anna nodded. “Daddy. He's mute, you should know, right?”ask Anna to come back.
Bu Sita's heart almost dropped from its place. That's not true.
It's impossible for Sita. Her favorite daughter is a seriosa singer, where it may be a mute woman.
“My sister, Kirana Badr, is not mute. He is a Seriosa singer and musician. He had studied at Blume Musical School, Kirana is indeed adept at playing several musical instruments including the piano. But she's a seriosa singer..,” both ends of the eyes Image teary.
Anna could only be silent. There was a bit of shock and pride in hearing that her son's lover was once a seriosa singer. “It was your Kirana,” he said softly.
The two guests were a little shocked and stared at Anna's mother. Anna's glasses are dewy. He glanced up at the ceiling of the house.
“Women last night were your Kirana. Unfortunately, after the accident it seemed like he had become mute. He himself told me that he was a favorite student of Kezia, the future daughter-in-law of our family, a student of Blume Musical School and was about to take part in a semi-music performance in Sydney. The Kencana Air plane crash took everything, including our future son-in-law and left only a mute Kirana who was scarred with grief for the rest of her life.”
Ms. Sita nodded. Is correct.
That mute woman must be Kirana. Because Ms. Sita also knew Kezia well, even Kezia who requested permission directly to Kirana's parents by coming to their house. Bu Sita sobbing. He did not expect that his very young daughter would have to bear such a heavy burden.
“Please, Mom. I wonder where Kirana lives? The woman who gave birth and cared for him was five years apart from him. We thought he was dead,” bu Sita clasped tightly both hands ma'am Anna.
“I'm not sure he still lives there. The security guard said last night he didn't come home to the apartment.” Ms. Anna felt guilty for not being able to give a satisfactory answer. “Ah, last night he was with our manager. Maybe the manager took him somewhere. In a moment,” ma'am Anna took off her guest's hand. He walked into the room to get a cell phone.
Citra and her mother hugged. They couldn't hold back any longer to not meet Kirana.
“You can go to Leben hotel in room 307. He's there and hopefully he hasn't gone anywhere. The manager of the restaurant took him there to avoid journalists,” said Anna's mom excitedly after calling someone.
“Thank you, Mom. Thank you.” Ms. Sita clasped Anna's hand. They stopped and rushed to the hotel in question.
“Wait..,” shouted Anna when her guest was already in the doorway. “Please.., bring your Kirana back here for a while, something to be done and explained,” she smiled faintly.
***
Bu Sita and Citra did not believe what they saw. Kirana's eyes had gotten wet first. He himself almost fainted so surprised by the presence of two figures who were so missed.
They were standing in the doorway of room 307. Kirana wears a short-sleeved shirt with jeans, the rest of her clothes in the restaurant that the manager brought her.
“A..pa..what is this...Ki...rana? what is this...my daughter?” bu Sita approached and held Kirana's cheek.
“Kakak?” The image is equally shocked. Kirana nodded slowly.
“Citra.. pinch mama, son. Is this a dream or not? Or is there really a person who is very similar to Kirana?” bu Sita's voice stammered and she still held Kirana's face with both hands - in disbelief.
Kirana sobbed, she wanted to call out the names of her mother and sister and explained that she was Kirana, her daughter. Kirana nodded back. He could not resist and immediately embraced the woman he loved so much. For five years, and all this time he endured a great longing.
A mother's intuition immediately ambushed Sita. She hugged her daughter who had been missing for five years.
He is grateful for the blessings God has given him. All this time it was true that his daughter had not died. She regrets the hasty death of her husband and father-in-law, while Kirana now stands in front of her in good health, beautiful and mature.
Ms. Sita does not care if Kirana who is currently found thinner and thinner and mute, can not sing seriosa anymore.It is important for her that her daughter survived, still alive and intact. Although she must endure the deep pain of knowing her daughter's speechless condition, she is happier when her daughter is back by her side.
Bu Sita kissed his daughter's forehead and cheeks many times. After being complacent, Sita gave Citra a chance to hug her brother.
