Kamila (The Patience of Breaking Boundaries)
Bright Point
Setya and Rizki had already arrived at the post, where the last letter sent by Mrs Ratih had been sent to the village.
After entering the fence, Setya and Rizki then put Setya's motorcycle on. There was a middle-aged man, who, it seemed, had worked for quite a long time in the office. It could be seen from his dinner clothes that already looked a little worn. Seeing him, Rizki then approached the man.
"Good afternoon, sir," said Rizki, as she visited the man who looked his mother's age, sitting right next to the man who was relaxing in the long chair, in the courtyard of the office.
"Yes, Son. Can I help you?" reply the man was friendly to Rizki and Setya.
"Come, sit down" the man told Setya, who appeared to be standing next to Rizki.
"Yes, Sir. Introduce, I'm Setya." Setya then sat down next to Rizki, then extended his hand to the man in the post office uniform, who was warmly welcomed by her.
"I, Jupri. These two boys, how can I help you?" ask the man who is now known as Jupri, while again asking the purpose of the arrival of two young people beside him.
"Look, Mr. Jupri, I'm Rizki, Setya's friend. We both came here, intending to inquire about this letter to you. Can you help us, looking for data from the sender of this letter? Because, the return address in this letter, it's not so clearly visible." Rizki just explained the intention of his arrival and Setya, to Jupri sir.
"Here seems to be writing, alley-remember. Kenanga Gang, more precisely perhaps." Mr. Jupri tried to analyze the mailing address given by Setya, while guessing the writing that had begun to fade. Only that writing, visible. The full address, it's gone into the water.
"Do you know where Kenanga alley is, sir? Setya plainly asked Jupri sir. He seemed to have been very impatient, meeting Kamila's biological mother.
"Hmmmmm. Are you looking for someone, son? You know this address. Not far from here. After work hours are over, I'll drop you off." Jupri again asked Setya and Rizki, but without hesitation, he would help the two young men.
"Thank you very much, sir." Setya felt very happy, and shook the hand of Mr. Jupri who nodded at him.
"O yes, Sir. You've been working here a long time?" Rizki again talked to Mr. Jupri, while looking forward to the time Pak Jupri worked out.
"Well, it's been a long time, kid. I've worked here for almost twenty-five years. To the extent that, you memorized the faces of the sender of the letter, in this post," he said, explaining to Rizki who looks more interacted with Mr. Jupri, than Setya, he said, they prefer to be quiet.
Either because his mind was in a mess thinking about the thesis, or was thinking about Kamila. Seen occasionally Setya looked at her counseling. Looking forward to news from Kamila, it seems.
"Oo, then, do you know this woman?" Rizki held out a photo of Ratih's face to Mr. Jupri, who was followed by the surprised face of the man, who also made Rizki and Setya surprised by the expression shown by Mr. Jupri.
"Raa-tih," her lips seemed to quiver pronouncing the name of the woman in the picture.
"You know, with Mrs Ratih?" investigate Setya, who feels a little strange with the attitude of Mr. Jupri who is now, shed those tears.
"Very, Son. You know this woman very well. He is the coach. Your good friend," said Mr. Jupri, rubbed the tears that dripped accidentally, from his eyes.
"Do you know where Mr Ratih is, sir?" Setya like getting a fresh breeze, where the existence of Mr. Ratih, heard the statement of Mr. Jupri just now.
"Hmmmm. Come on, you come with me." Mr. Jupri snorted violently. Like there was a heavy burden on his heart, since seeing Ratih's photo. After glancing at the watch in his hand, the man took Setya and Rizki with him.
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Pak Jupri who rode a duck motorcycle, then accompanied by Setya and Rizki who berbongcan with Setya motorbike. Mr. Jupri looks down the highway, until there is a small alley, which only fit two motorcycles side by side.
Mr. Jupri continued to enter the narrow alley, then before long, his motorbike stopped in a fairly large building, but looked like a burn mark. Parking his motorbike in the courtyard of the building, followed by Setya and Rizki, Jupri sir seemed to walk a little closer to the building.
"Sir, actually, I will marry Ms. Ratih's daughter, Kamila. So, I tried to find the whereabouts of Mr. Ratih, so that I also knew who Kamila's real father was," Setya explained, immediately making Mr. Jupri again feel shocked.
"Why-pa? Her daughter? That little girl, alive?" Mr. Jupri approached Setya, then shook the young man's body slowly, confirming the speech Setya had just made. Making Rizki, feeling suspicious of Mr. Jupri's strange behavior.
"Yes, Kamila's name. I will marry her, sir," Setya told Jupri, prompting Rizki to step on her foot, hinting Setya not to trust the man.
"Ehhhmm. actually, sir. Why did you bring us here?" Rizki switched the conversation, because also astonished, what was the intention, Mr. Jupri brought them to this burning building.
"Son, this is where Mr. Ratih worked during his life," said Mr. Jupri, by forming quotation marks using his hands, on the word 'work' in his sentence.
"During life? You mean, Mrs Ratih is gone?" Setya drooped weakly to hear the speech of Jupri sir.
If what Mr. Jupri said is true, then how Setya conveyed this, to Kamila. The girl's heart would definitely be broken by it.
"Come, Son. Indeed, no one found the body, but some say, that, Ratih last time was here, before the fire burned down this place," said Mr. Jupri, who was the last time, the truth also felt doubtful, over the news of Ratih's death. However, because Ratih, since the incident, never showed his nose, making Jupri sir inevitably have to accept, that Ratih was already dead, in the fire incident.
"Akhhh. It's impossible." Setya rubbed his face rough. The hope is dashed, hearing the narration from Jupri sir.
"Relax, Setya. There must be a way out. Calm down." Rizki patted his best friend's shoulder, and tried to calm him down.
"Son, do you know where the daughter of Ratih is now? And, who's been taking care of it all this time?" Mr. Jupri asked Setya about Kamila's whereabouts. He seemed so eagerly expecting an answer from Setya.
"Sorry, Sir. We can't tell you." Rizki stops Setya, who will voluntarily answer Mr. Jupri's question.
For some reason, his heart felt awkward towards Mr. Jupri. He can't easily trust Jupri. In contrast to Setya, who quickly, answered the question after question that the middle-aged man was asking.
"Son, you can understand, Nak Rizki's suspicion. You feel natural, seeing Nak Rizki's attitude. But, you're not a bad person, as Nak Rizki thought." Mr. Jupri reads the suspicion on Rizki's face, then tries to explain to the young man, that he has no evil intentions on Kamila.
"Father just wants to know, where is Ratih's daughter. You'd love to see him. In the past, when his daughter Ratih was still a baby, Father often carried him. You already consider Kamila like your own daughter" explained Mr. Jupri, who is still trying to convince Rizki and Setya.
"Ooh, like that, yes, sir. So, I've known close Mr. Ratih. Then, you know, who's Kamila's real father?" setya asked Jupri, followed by a nod from the man.
"Very know. But you can't say that, here. Meet you tomorrow afternoon, at the office. I will take you to your Father's house, and will tell you all about Ratih. Now, home. It's about maghrib." Mr. Jupri told the two young men to go home. Because, the twilight sky had started to appear to the surface. And he, asked the two young men to come back to see him tomorrow alone.
After agreeing to what Mr. Jupri had said, and already saying goodbye to the man, Rizki and Setya headed home. Before delivering Rizki to his house, Setya and Rizki stopped by the mosque, to perform the Maghrib prayer service, because the time of Maghrib had arrived.
Arriving at Rizki's house, Setya just drove Rizki in front of the fence. He didn't come in with Rizki. Because, he had to finish the work that Ilham sent by email, to him.
"Thank you for being with me, Ki. Tomorrow, I'll take it back." Setya thanks Rizki, who has accompanied him to find information about Kamila's mother.
"Look down, Setya. Tomorrow, after college, we move straight to Mr. Jupri's house. I still wonder who the Father really is. It's suspicious." Rizki returns to talk about Mr. Jupri, whom she still suspects.
"Don't talk like that, Ki. That father has helped us. We'll meet him tomorrow. Then I'll pull it out, yeah. There's still work at the office, which I need to finish tonight." Setya who always thinks positive, channeling his positive side, to Rizki, who is not easy to trust someone.
"Okay, Setya. Careful." Rizki took off Setya, who had already started to advance his bike.
