LOVE THE RECEPTIONIST

10. Advice

"Dirga?!" Ms. Han seemed surprised to see the presence of her future daughter-in-law in the restaurant tonight.

"Ma," Dirga kissed the back of Han's mother's hand.

"Come, sit down Dirga," Mother Han invited Dirga to sit at one of the restaurant tables near the glass window, which featured flickering stars in the night sky.

"Where is ma?" ask Dirga. He circulated his gaze looking for the whereabouts of Mr. Han.

"Papa's resting at home, not feeling well. So only mama who came here delivered the driver." said Han's mother.

"What wind are you in here, Dirga?" ask Han's mother.

Since the death of Megan, their daughter, this is the first time Dirga set foot in the restaurant again.

He noticed Dirga's unkempt shabby face before him. During knowing the young man, he had never seen Dirga look that messy.

The feeling of sadness and loss returned to the heart of Han's mother, when she saw Dirga like that, brought back her memories of her only daughter who had left and would never return.

Usually, if Dirga comes to visit, Megan will always stick to Dirga while telling a cheerful story, but all that now lives memories.

Han's mother could only reminisce about the past, crying if she couldn't bear the longing for her daughter, as she currently does.

"Mama, why's mom?" dirga asked, he got up and moved to a seat beside Han's mother.

Mother Han immediately grabbed the tissue that Dirga thrust at her, then wiped and dried her tears that had spilled.

"Mama, just thinking of Megan, Dirga." said Han's mother, her hands continued to wipe her tears in the corners of her eyes, and that had flowed into her cheeks.

"Where you are, Megan is. But now, everything can't be like that anymore, Megan is gone Dirga," Han's mother said in her grief, wiping away the remnants of her tears.

"Dirga, what brings you here?" mother Han repeated her question earlier.

"I haven't been here in a long time. I miss my mom and dad so much" said Dirga slowly.

Mother Han rubbed Dirga's back gently, "You heard from your mama, you don't want to go down to work for days."

"Mom know, losing someone we love so much, it's so bitter, and it's equally we feel Dirga" Han's mother said with a heavy sigh.

"We who are left behind, will certainly grieve, and there is no prohibition for it, but we cannot continue in prolonged sadness" Han's mother advised, he continued to gently rub Dirga's back which he had considered like his own son.

"Life must go on, and we still have many responsibilities to accomplish before we leave this world."

"Thankful Mama, these past few days, you've been able to get off work again" Han's mother said with a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

"Your father and mother, still have you, Dirga, who is their hope."

"Even though Megan is gone, we still think of you as our son Dirga,"

"Therefore, get back up Dirga, and get excited." mother Han patted Dirga's back gently to give her some encouragement.

"Hopefully, you can shave off all your scraps, as well as your hair," Han's mother rubbed and inserted her fingers into Dirga's elongated head.

"Look! Mama's fingers until drowning in your thick and long hair is Dirga," exclaimed Hana's mother as she shook her head.

Dirga only smiled faintly hearing Han's mother's words. His own mother had asked him several times to tidy up the brewokan and hair.

"Please put it on this table" said Han's mother to the employee.

"Well ma'am," the waiter then served the dinner menu on the table.

"Thank you mba," mother Han said with a smile.

"Sama-sama ma'am," said the waiter respectfully and then returned with a tray in his hand.

"Dirga, let's eat, mama deliberately ordered your favorite food," Han's mother invited. He shifted the dish right in front of Dirga.

"Thank you ma," Dirga who happened to be hungry immediately enjoyed her dinner voraciously.

Mother Han smiled at Dirga who was so greedy as usual, she also enjoyed dinner with Dirga.

"Ma-" Dirga seemed hesitant, but he had to reveal what was in his heart, which became his big question. After he finished his dinner.

"Does Megan have a brother? Or a cousin maybe ma?" dirga continued, he looked at the face of Han's mother, the mother of his late fiancee.

"Why are you asking like that?" han's mother asked back.

"I've seen a woman, her face is very similar to Megan ma" said Dirga. He did not want to say if the woman he was referring to was one of his employees, worried that there was a misunderstanding.

Mother Han thought for a moment, "In addition to Megan, papa and mama don't have any more children" Han's mother said in a soft voice.

"Megan doesn't have a female cousin to Dirga either."

"Mama is also an only child, just like Megan. As for papa, she has a brother and her children are also all men, their relationship is not good." explains Han's mother, given her husband's inattention to her brother.

Dirga nodded his head, "How can there be two people who are so similar, while they are not blood related," Dirga's inner self.

*

Dirga glanced at the watch on his wrist which had shown at 11 pm late, he had just returned from visiting Mr. Han who was not feeling well at home.

On the road that is fairly quiet, Dirga saw there was a commotion. He pulled the car over quickly.

A tambun ojol brother was being thumped by two merciless tall thin men.

Dirga immediately caught the back of one of the men who was persecuting his brother who was helpless, with one movement, with one movement, he slammed and elbowed the man right about the mouth of his heart made the persecuting man collapse to the ground.

As fast as lightning, Dirga's kick lodged in the waist of the other man, who intended to help his friend, making the skinny body of the man also bounced hit the sidewalk of the road.

"Run!" Shouted one of the two men. They immediately got up and dashed about leaving the place.

"Is that okay?" tanya Dirga approached Ojol's brother who was lying next to his collapsed motorbike. He helped the young man sit on the sidewalk.

"I'm fine mas, please mas mba, was brought by one of the men." Ojol's brother pointed towards the bushes on the road, while rubbing his bruises that felt painful due to the brutal blows of the men.

Dirga immediately ran towards the direction that had been pointed by the brother ojol. Sure enough, after a few minutes, following the trail of drooping weeds, Dirga saw in the faint darkness, a man was stuttering the body of a girl who was already helpless below him.

"Fuck!" Dirga immediately pulled the neck of the evil man's shirt. One raw bogem was lodged in the man's chest, until his lips broke.

Dirga again hit the man's face many times and set his feet on the body of the man who had fallen to the ground full of thorns that weed while continuing to curse furiously.