Miss Hurray, I Love You!

Forty one

Rafan uncovers the curtains of his room window, the atmosphere outside the room is still dark with some garden lights still on. The man sighed then put his hand in his pants pocket.

Like the previous days this morning he woke up at five in the morning. Ah no, today it was even earlier, he woke up at forty-three in the morning as strange noises from nowhere clamored with each other.

The man narrowed his eyes to see several people walking hand in hand passing in front of his house. The creaking sound of the gate from Rafan's house made the man's eyebrows frown.

There was a young man who came out of the gate of his house and joined a group of men in koko clothes and wear sarongs to go somewhere.

For a moment Rafan pondered, this kind of scene was familiar to him. After a moment of silence the memory of this kind of scene he got. He often saw this when he was in the village of Alsava.

"They want to pray to the mosque" muttered Rafan slowly. He breathed again and decided to sit on the bedside.

Rafan so remember when he was in the village of Alsava, he often asked to be taught to pray to Alsava in order to go to the mosque like the men in the village. But Alsava always reasoned that it would be difficult because of the condition of Rafan's legs that still can not move normally.

"Did he think I was not Muslim?" ask Rafan to yourself.

The man stood up and took a step out of the room and into his workroom. Rafan opens one drawer at his desk hoping to find his resident's identity card.

He was also actually curious about the religion he had been following all this time. The man continued to search until some of the drawer contents were not neat and some even partially decomposed out.

"Mr Rafan is looking for what?"

The question of bi Asih made Rafan's body who was bending over jumped in shock immediately stand stiffly. Not expecting the sudden presence of bi Asih.

"Since when was Aunt here?" rafan asked quickly to highlight the existence of bi Asih in the open doorway, because Rafan rushed to not close the door again when he had entered earlier.

"Did you stay up all night and fall asleep in the study?" ask bi Asih while entering slowly.

Actually the middle-aged woman was intending to clean this room. It was a routine every morning for him, not expecting to meet with Rafan in his study in this blind morning.

"I did not stay up Bi, just woke up early and wanted to find something," replied Rafan without turning his head because now he had returned to bend looking for something in the bottom desk drawer.

"What are you looking for, sir? Can aunt help?"

The question of bi Asih made Rafan re-establish his body then turned his head and looked at bi Asih with a smile.

"May Bi, here quickly help me find my residency identity card." Bi Asih approached and went to look for the small flat box object.

After some time searching the entire corner of the room, it turned out that the object was not found. Even bi Asih who has often cleaned this room, quite wrong because Rafan continues to urge to find his ID card.

"What is it that you seek?"

"I just want to know what religion I belong to."

The plain answer Rafan soktak make bi Asih stare a smile feel amused by the behavior of his employer.

"The Dizhwar family still has descendants from the middle east. It's just that your late mother is a real Indonesian woman with a mature brown skin, just like the color of the skin you have."

Until this moment Rafan did not understand the direction of the conversation, he just wanted to find a ID card not to hear his family genealogy. Ah, he had forgotten that he was now pretending to recall all his memories, and with that condition should Rafan be able to remember the religion he professed, right?

Rafan bit the tip of his own tongue feeling confused because it was hasty in acting. Not because I don't trust Asih. Just don't want to let bi Asih divulge this to uncle Yo.

"Master was born a Muslim because both parents and predecessors were Muslims."

The closing information from bi Asih makes Rafan a little relieved and pretends not to feel nervous, to be honest he is afraid that bi Asih can read that actually Rafan is still missing his memory.

"If you have a KTP problem... It seems that when the accident occurred the object was lost somewhere," said bi Asih trying to explain because Rafan was still silent and did not respond to the information he conveyed.

"Alright Bi, thank you. Oh yeah sorry to be troublesome because the job of cleaning this room is so much more."

"No need to bother Sir."

Bi Asih bowed a little respectfully as Rafan walked past her out of the room.

The man decided to go back to his private room. Sit on the edge of the bed and reach for the phone on the nightstand. Find someone's number and make a call.

Only that sentence was said after the phone was connected and immediately turned it off before the person contacted gave a response.

Rafan circulated his gaze throughout the room and then sighed. Last night his body was very tired after undergoing a quite sad romance drama. But somehow despite having to lose a fiancee as beautiful as Alexi, Rafan's heart even feels relieved.

It was as if one burden had been lifted off the shoulders which made its burden slightly lessened. Alexi had asked about his memory of returning, and Rafan answered confidently with the word 'already'.

Choosing to lie so that Alexi stops expecting his love and accepts Rangga who looks sincere to the woman.

According to the information that Arman gave, there is a possibility Alexi and Rangga had an affair to produce a fetus that is Alexi's birth. Rafan actually does not have enough evidence to confirm everything, he just guessed and origin of speech.

But it turns out that both Alexi and everyone except her father acknowledged the truth that the fetus was not hers.

Rafan must finally pretend to remember all the lost memories to trick everyone and uncover the reason for the accident.

While still drowning in daydreams, the sound of knocking on the door makes Rafan fully aware there are other missions besides uncovering the accident he experienced.

"Lake in!"

Rafan opened the door a little wide and then let the man who was still wearing a cocoa shirt and the sarong enter.

"Close the door again!" The gloved man nodded then turned around and closed the door.

"Arman, so how's the development of the investigation you're doing?"

Arman nodded then gulped preparing to explain the findings of his investigation yesterday.

"But before that, please find someone who can teach me to pray and pray." Arman's lips that had opened now clenched the meeting again. The man still silently did not respond to Rafan's words. Honestly he himself was confused as to how he should respond to this superior remark.

Much more confused because he had to weigh the information he had to convey first.

"Answer Man!"

Arman's body jumped when he heard Rafan screeches with a high tone, apparently Rafan lost patience because Arman had only been silent since.

"Sorry sir, where should I answer first?" Rafan snorted dislikely then clucked before saying.

"Yes explained the progress of your investigation. And for my request, please, just find it without having to argue."

Arman nodded and began to explain the findings of his investigation about what Rafan was curious about. The two talked long enough to pass the breakfast, it made Uncle Yo a little curious because Rafan did not come down and eat breakfast together.

***

"Good morning!"

Alsava jumped up with Asep's screams in front of his rented door, although sneering but his lips reviewed a smile that was quite sweet to see the presence of his best friend with a box of doughnuts are quite expensive and there are some candles are lit on it.

"Welcome to grow old Va, may you live a long life. Make a wish!"

Asep thrusting the box of donuts he held closer towards Alsava, the girl fell silent for a while while chanting a prayer in her heart, then blew out the candle with a bright face.

"Thank you a lot of Sep!" alsava said sincerely with teary eyes.

"Hey..no more tears okay?" Asep wiped the tears on Alsava's cheeks gently, Alsava nodded and smiled faintly.

"How's the guy doing?" asep asked after sitting next to Alsava's rented door. The girl shook her head slowly then placed the doughnut box on the floor not far from where she was sitting.

"He's back to his life and family. Mmm.. has returned to his wife and child," said Alsava moody with his head lowered.

"What's? so.. he's married, then your marriage?"

"Who's married?" The two jumped in shock then turned their head quickly to the source of the voice with the same pale face.