Miss Hurray, I Love You!

Thirty

"Where are you?"

A middle-aged mother wearing a gray-striped negligee approached Alsava half-running on the porch of the house.

"Oh my goodness, Va, you're thin. Where have you been all this time, miss." Alsava's smile received a warm welcome like family.

"Install!" The middle-aged mother-his wife-pak Wiryo-guided Alsava into a simple one-story house but was quite comfortable as it looked well-maintained.

"Wait here."

Alsava nodded letting his wife Wiryo into the house while sitting in the living room.

Alsava eyes around researching every corner of the house, the house of Wiryo still remains the same still feels warm and comfortable. Alsava remembers living a few months in this house three years ago.

"Mom only has this, let's try it!"

Wiryo's voice resuscitated Alsava from the daydream. The middle-aged woman placed a tray containing a snack of wet cake and a cup of sweet tea that was still puffing smoke.

"Sorry Mom, Sava is troublesome."

Bu Wiryo smiled and sat down to approach.

"No hassle, son, the mother again welcomed the mother's daughter who had disappeared for four months somewhere," he said, embracing Alsava's shoulder and shaking it slowly.

Alsava's eyes were heating up, his heart felt full of haru and gratitude. This middle-aged woman was always warm, treating Alsava well and sincerely like a child. Things that he had not gotten from his stepmother in the village.

"Why cry?"

Alsava sobbed in the warm and comfortable arms of Wiryo. If it's like this, he misses his late birth mother. Although abandoned at a young age, but he still remembers this comfort and the smell of the mother's body is similar to the body scent of bu Wiryo.

"Sava kangen, I'm sorry I just got here ma'am."

Finally after a moment of crying in the arms of Wiryo, Alsava was calmer and could speak well. Bu Wiryo chose not to ask more why Alsava could cry like that. The two of them also dissolved in a long conversation and not for a moment.

They chatted so coolly that they forgot about time. Alsava turned to the window, it turned out that it was late afternoon and he had been at the house of Mr. Wiryo all day.

After a long conversation, Wiryo had invited Alsava to cook and have lunch together. Ah, activities like a mother and daughter that Alsava misses.

"Mothers are back again."

Alsava nodded, fixed his sitting position and smiled at Wiryo.

"Said mom just opened a restaurant? Now who's managing Ma'am?" Finally the question came out too.

Actually, Alsava felt sad when he had to ask for work on Wiryo's father and mother who had been very good to him. But want how else this is one of his efforts to be able to get a job in order to repay debt.

"Yes Alhamdulillah is already one month like that. Managed with mother's sister's son. He is quite good at managing the restaurant business because he had previously been a manager at one of the famous restaurants, so I believe. I now only occasionally monitor and ask for reports."

Alsava nodded listening to Wiryo's story about his new venture being managed by his nephew. Bu Wiryo also explained that his nephew is still single and is looking for a wife. For the last information Alsava had not understood the meaning of bu Wiryo what, but still Alsava listen quite well.

"How are you Va, are there any intentions for marriage?" Wiryo's sudden question made Alsava only speechless in confusion.

"Not think too much."

Bu Wiryo chuckled at the reaction of Alsava who was confused by his question.

"Sorry Mom, actually Sava is shy but... Is there a job opening for Sava at the restaurant?"

Alsava looked down embarrassed, because again with no self-knowledge troublesome Wiryo family to ask for a job.

"Geez, kid, why didn't you say that earlier. I thought you've had a job for the past four months."

Alsava shook his head still reluctant to explain what he had experienced to Bu Wiryo.

"Sava's coming home."

Finally, only that answer can Alsava give to bu Wiryo as the reason why it disappeared all this time.

"Yes, I'll ask Bima first."

"When did you come to cassava?"

Alsava looked up at the middle-aged man who was smiling widely calling out his nickname if Alsava made a mistake.

"Sir."

Alsava smashed into the arms of Wiryo who was still in the doorway. This middle-aged man Alsava considered as a replacement for his late biological father himself. The foreign old man who had loved her sincerely all this time.

Wiryo's father and mother actually had a daughter, but died of illness six years ago. That was why they could sincerely love Alsava for thinking of him as a substitute for his daughter, who could fill an empty side in their family life.

"Let's go in! You have to go to the Father where you have been all this time."

Alsava only gave a distinctive wide grin when herded back into the house by Mr. Wiryo.

***

In the morning Rafan woke up from his sleep. The sky outside was still dark with cold air piercing the skin. When he woke up he was dazed why could be in a foreign place with a soft mattress and where Alsava?

The young man snorted dislikely as he again remembered the liar girl. Rafan inched down from the bed and washed his face in the bathroom.

Maybe because he was used to getting up early since he was still in the village, his eyes became difficult to shut again. Back in the village, Alsava clock was up and busy to prepare merchandise or prepare to go to work to the market.

Rafan got up early because he was disturbed by the sounds caused by Alsava even though he was never directly awakened.

Rafan scrambles his hair in frustration, why else is life in the village he remembers? Sighing in annoyance and then dropping down to sit on the edge of the bed, looking at the corner of the room and then sighed again.

"Why do I feel like this isn't the life I have?"

Rafan's heart was upset because he realized that Alsava had greatly affected his personality and mindset so far, so that the contents of his head were only about the girl and his normal life while in the village.

"It's just a matter of time" entertained Rafan as he got up to go outside the room.

When Rafan came out of the room he had crossed paths with a servant who looked surprised to see he had woken up.

"I'm sorry young master, am I so noisy that it interferes with your rest?"

A young girl of Alsava's age stood down with a cleaning tool in her hands.

Rafan again sighed tired, why also to compare the age of the girl in front of him with Alsava? Why does that girl keep that in her head? Inner Rafan sighed in annoyance.

"No papa, I'm used to getting up early."

Choosing to say that sentence because the servant girl in front of him looked very frightened since earlier.

Was I as scary as that, until she trembled in fear?

Rafan continued his steps towards the stairs and intended to surround the luxurious house that still feels foreign to him. After Rafan's death, the servant girl can only lift her head and stare at the back of her master with a question mark.

"Regular to wake up in the morning? Waking up at 9 was very early for the young master. Is he really young master Rafan? His tone was not as arrogant as it used to be." Mumbled to himself while continuing the work of cleaning the house.

Rafan goes down every corridor of the house and comes back to meet some servants who look at him with astonished gazes, but this time Rafan ignored.

He went down to the second floor using the stairs and stopped in a room with many bottles lined up in a glass cabinet.

His forehead was astonished about the function of this room. His feet would already step to turn around when it sounded like a falling object not far from where he was standing. With a slow step choose to find out what it is.

"Are you not my cousin?" asked while squatting near Rangga's body lying on the floor with his eyes slightly open.

"Hahahha, it turns out that my handsome cousin is back."

Rangga sat up and patted Rafan's cheek gently as he said, he chuckled at the end of the sentence, after the previous hiccup. A strange, pungent aroma wafted in Rafan's sense of smell to make him flank his nose with two fingers.

"Why did you come back, huh? Why always take everything I fight for?"

Rangga's voice this time weakened and there was a deep sadness. After saying that Rangga again collapsed on the floor unconscious.

"Getting what you're fighting for?" muttered Rafan who started to piqued with Rangga's words, the young man was still crouching looking at Rangga with a difficult to interpret gaze.