Kamila (The Patience of Breaking Boundaries)
Meet Back Mr Post
Setya was still angry, for what had happened to Kamila. He didn't stop worrying about Kamila. Until, the sound of the motorcycle Rizki disperse his attention.
"Well, that's a really tangled face. What's the problem?" Rizki who has just arrived, and has not come down from the bike, then menyecar Setya with questions.
"Come down first, and sit here. Take off the helmet yet, already directly search the topic." Setya has not answered Rizki's question that is still hanging on the bike, accompanied by Rizki's small laugh that realizes the truth of Setya's words earlier.
"Yes, yeah. Here, it's down. But it's the face, don't bend it too, times," said Rizki with her rancid face, teasing Setya who was looking not want to joke it.
"Campaign, Ki. He's wounded. His face was clawed at Utari." Setya begins to open talks with Rizki, who is now sitting next to him.
"Huh, Utari? Who else is that?" ask Rizki who does not know the blonde girl.
"Yes, she's a girl from my village too. As good as me and Kamila. He heard the news that Kamila and I were getting married, and he came to Kamila's house, and he hurt Kamila" Setya said.
"Well! The girl is not sane. So, how? Wasn't it just reported to the police?" ask Rizki who is still inexhaustible with the girl.
"It's been taken care of by my father and mother, Ki. Hopefully it will be dealt with soon" said Setya.
"Oh, thank goodness. This story is complicated, Setya. I just got so dizzy thinking about it. Don't give up, yeah." Rizki pats Setya on the shoulder, cheers him on, and is followed by a small nod from Setya.
"Are you ready? We're going, aren't we?." Rizki reminds Setya of their goal today.
"Yes. We'll just go straight to Jupri's place. Fearing, if it's too late, he'll go home" Setya asked Rizki.
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A few minutes away, they reached the post office where Mr. Jupri worked. Mr. Jupri who had made an appointment to them, too, seemed to be still waiting in the veranda area of his office.
"No problem, son. You also just got out of the office" said Mr. Jupri who seems very sincere to help Setya.
"Come, let's go straight to your father's house. We'll talk there, let's taste better. You follow the father, yes," Jupri asked Setya and Rizki, who were greeted with nods from the two young men.
They arrived at Jupri's house. Not too far from the post office where he works. Only, the residential area looks a little quiet, for urban areas. Not too many houses.
After parking their vehicle, Jupri immediately invited Setya and Rizki to enter, after he opened the door of his house.
"Sir Jupri lives alone?" Rizki immediately asked Mr. Jupri, when he saw Mr. Jupri unlock his own house.
"Yes, Son. Father is alone now. The father's son and wife have died a long time ago" replied Mr. Jupri as he smiled.
It seemed, he was already very at peace with his current state. And that, it makes Rizki feel a little guilty about what she asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean anything" said Rizki, looking awkwardly at Setya.
"You, anyway." Setya nudged Rizki with his elbow.
"I'm sorry Rizki, yes, sir," he said apologizing to Mr. Jupri. Setya was afraid, Jupri was offended by Rizki's question just now.
"It's okay, son. Naturally, you do not know the Father. It's okay, relax." Mr. Jupri seemed not offended at all by Rizki's remarks. They did not know each other and met twice.
"Come, in. We're talking inside."
