Love, Treasure And Erlita
Chapter 17
“Where are we going Ta?”
“Udah stay follow.”
They arrived at a meatball stall in the alley of Gajah Mada.
“Eh, Non Lita. Long time no come here.”
Lita put her index finger on the lip of the sign so that the meatball trader did not speak too loudly.
“Custom yes sir, two meals here and another pack for Brother Johan.”
“Complite add big pentol, many vegetables, sauce sambal separated.” Guess the meatball seller.
“Sip. One hundred for Mr.”
They enjoy meatballs that taste good.
“This is my subscription meatball with Brother Johan. Every time we go out together, we must stop by.”
“Emang are you close to Johan?”
“Ult used to be yes. Brother Johan who always comes to my school every time I called BP teacher, performing arts or take a report. Although younger than Kak Kenny, Kak Johan is more assertive and smart.”
“Entah, I only met Johan a few times, during the wedding, breakfast and that night.”
“On that night, I was intending to make it live. But I'm afraid brother Johan is angry.”
“Ta, in my opinion, it is the privacy of Johan. We shouldn't be using.”
“But I'm worried in case Brother Johan steps wrong.”
“So, what's worried about being able to abort privacy restrictions?” Nafan was looking forward to Erlita's answer.
“At a time when we are very worried and sure that bad things can happen to someone we care about, then privacy can be violated.” Erlita made her own postulate.
"But, I still can't believe an Erlita would eat in a stall like this."
"Sister Johan. I'm just gonna get him."
"Aren't Johan supposed to eat in a place like this?"
Erlita nodded.
"Therefore we have to look like this," Erlita showed her the hoodie jumper and the sunglasses she was wearing, "So that no one would know that we were eating here, especially Kanjeng Eyang Ndoro Pratiwi Susbiharadayan."
"What's so interesting about this place that you're willing to sneak around in secret and risk being punished just for enjoying a bowl of meatballs?"
Erlita stopped eating. He looked at Nafan seriously. "Because of a girl. When I was in High School, Brother Jo stopped by here when I got home from school. And then he met a girl sitting in that chair." Erlita pointed at a bench occupied by a long black haired woman and wearing a lylac-colored blezer.
"Since then, Brother Johan so often here to see again the same girl. But yes, until now they have never met again and Kak Johan failed to move on until now."
Breath laughed, "Are you sure that's a real girl?"
Erlita starts to get upset that Nafan dares to laugh at her cousin's sister's first love. "Denger ya Fan, even though it's a bit cold and quiet, Brother Johan is a loyal guy. And he believes in love at first sight."
Laughter is breaking. He was so full that his stomach almost hurt.
Suddenly someone who seemed distracted with their noisy laughter approached.
“Nafan?”
Nafan stopped his laughter and turned to the direction the sound came from. He could hardly believe what he saw. He did not expect to meet the girl there.
“Sisil?”
The girl wearing the lylac blazer smiled apparently she was also very happy to meet Nafan there.
“May I sit here.”
“ Oh yes, please.” Erlita allowed the girl called Sisil to sit on the bench next to her.
Now Erlita is sitting between two people who are busy chatting their past without caring about it.
Nafan.
“Wah, really cool Fan. I was also intending to take the civil service test but my father hastily sent me abroad.”
“So where do you now work?”
The girl handed her business card and placed it on the table in front of Erlita.
Cecilia Judith, legal counsel Cecilia, SH, MH & colleagues.
Suddenly, Erlita felt sultry near a famous lawyer while she had not finished her thesis.
“Sorry, I'm sorry for a minute.” He needs to get out to breathe fresh air.
Shortly after, Nafan came out with Sisil with a pack of Johan's meatballs. And Erlita was annoyed to see the happy look on Nafan's face.
***
“Gue wants to anterin the meatball to Kak Johan's room.”
Nafan nodded, “Don't be long.”
Erlita already considers Johan's house like her own. So he rarely knocked and just walked right in. Bad habits, but it's hard to break them.
Erlita was stunned at the door when she saw Bram, her uncle slapping and throwing Jihan on the floor. Unsatisfied to see Jihan lying on the floor, Bram seemed to be about to strangle Jihan's neck but Farah, his wife immediately stopped him.
“Do not, Mas. Anyway, Jihan is our son. Your son mas.” Farah said staggeredly holding back the cry.
“I don't have a son of a pesky carrier like him. Can't do anything but embarrass the family.”
Jihan kneels holding her father's leg, “Maafin Jihan Pa.. Jihan's sorry. Jihan promised not to make Papa angry again.”
Bram throws Jihan's body and kicks her.
“Stop!” Erlita runs to hug Jihan to protect her from her father's leg kick.
Erlita knows she has violated the privacy of her uncle's family but she doesn't want Jihan to be wretched. So he broke down that privacy wall and got in the way. He immediately helped Jihan stand up and took her to the room. Farah soon followed.
Not wanting to get involved too far, Erlita immediately parted and went into Johan's room. He handed Johan the meatball and cried.
“Why do you, Ta?” ask Johan casually.
“Sister, you don't cry Kak Jihan yelled at Om Bram?”
“Denger.”
“Keep why don't you please?”
“Bosen.”
“Kak!”
Johan got up from his chair to pick up the bowl and spoon to eat the meatballs Erlita had brought.
“Kak, you can still eat? You know that you are in danger. Beaten all-out same bokap lo own.”
“Terus lo wish me how?”
“Bantuin adek me, keep fighting the same bokap me? Constantly locked up in jail on charges of molesting my own adek?”
“What?” Erlita could hardly believe what she had just heard. He later recalled about three years ago when Johan was suddenly imprisoned on charges of mistreatment of his mother, Aunt Farah.
At that time Johan insisted on rejecting all accusations and said that his father beat his mother to death. But no one believed him, including himself, because all the witnesses and evidence pointed and incriminated Johan.
“Sorry I brother. I should have believed in elo.”
After being locked up for two months in prison, Johan changed and preferred to lock himself in a room.
“So this is not the first time?”
Johan shakes.
