
"I've turned him over to meet Riani."
Both of Dwi's eyes widened instantly. "No-Miss Riani?!"
"Yes" Rita replied casually. "Life and death are in your hands, Dwi. If you make it in time to bring the parcel to where Tia is, they'll go where the parcel is."
"But Nyo-Nyonya Rita tega-"
"Just do it, Dwi!" annoyed Rita, making her voice even higher and even he also kicked the dining table.
It made Dwi surprised, he rewinded his body to stay away.
'For Miss Riani's sake, she's kind, I won't make it into her parents' own indulgence, ' Dwi's inner self. He nodded his head immediately. "Ba-well, Mrs Rita."
Warmed chicken soup is wrapped in plastic before being put in the lunchbox. Rita carried it with her very haste because the small package was inside her pocket.
"Meaning if that figure is going to Tia's place when this package is already there, that figure is following me now?" Dwi shuddered in horror. "O Allah, protect me, O Allah. Sorry, I have no intention of associating You but .. but what else? I don't know what to do."
The lunchbox containing the chicken soup fell, the plastic wrapping of the chicken soup also broke which caused the hot chicken soup to spill out in all directions.
"Aw! Aw!" Dwi tried to avoid the splash of hot sauce. Before long, he looked ahead. "Sir Abdul?!"
"Ma-sorry, sorry accidentally. You're not papa, are you?" ask Abdul.
Dwi nodded her head, she sat down to pick up the lunchbox and let the chicken soup already blend into the ground.
"Duh, your food is spilled, Dwi. Sorry yes."
Dwi hesitated. "I-yes no papa."
"Where are you going to take that chicken soup?"
Questions that make Dwi instantly mute. If he answers going to Tia's place, he is afraid he will be suspected if something happens to Tia later. If he lied, he had not found the right reason.
"Sa-I want to go home first, sir. A moment." Dwi ran towards her master's house which was about ten meters from where she was standing.
Arriving in front of the gate, Dwi looked back. He no longer found Mr. Abdul there. He felt relieved.
He just sits on the ground. "How should I now?"
The lunchbox was empty, there was no chicken soup in it.
His hand reached into the pocket of his pants, he only found a piece of money worth five thousand rupiah. "What money is enough to buy for a sick person? Meatballs or chicken noodles alone cost almost twenty thousand and even more."
His body drooped with resignation.
He remembered the small package he had kept in his pocket. His hand reached into that pocket, empty.
Both eyes were thickened, his mouth slightly opened, he reached into his next pocket again, still he found nothing.
"Where is that package? Can't I just forget to bring it?" Dwi tries to recall. He patted his own head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, you miss the kitchen." He moved, about to enter the house. "But ... if Mrs Rita asks how?"
His mind was simply ignored. He closed the box like the chicken soup was still in the box. Slowly his footsteps entered the house.
He passed the stairs of the house, looking up in the hope that his master was already in the room. The second step of the foot continued to walk, passing the stairs and reaching the dining table.
"The dwi? Why are you still there?"
'Campus! I'm busted!' Dwi still closed her eyes.
"Dwi?!" annoyed Rita, making her tone up.
"I-yes, Mrs Rita." Dwi ventured to open her eyes. "Her pack is missing, her."
"Hat habit!" upset Rita. "Hurry up and take it to Tia's room."
"I-yes, Madam."
The small footsteps immediately moved towards the kitchen. Dwi didn't see it around the kitchen set. His eyes looked at the floor, examining the bottom, he also found nothing there. Even he moved some equipment, but he did not get the small package as well.
"Dwi .. sneak!" rita's orders.
"I-yes, ma'am, i-this is what I've met." Dwi's lying. He came out without a small package that he could not find in the kitchen. Lucky Rita also ignored him out of the house just like that.
Dwi stepped both of her legs slowly away from home, aimlessly. Many times his tongue soaked his wet lips, he did not know what to do now.
The package of cloth was somewhere, he did not find it in the kitchen even though he had been looking for it. He was only afraid if the package was still at home, maybe the figure would make Dwi as the next collision.
"Amit-amit .. amit-amit ...." Dwi knocked on his own head. "Don't let me be the victim of Mrs Rita's fall, I'm still young, my future is long."
Dwi was still continuing her footsteps, completely aimless. Fifteen minutes passed, he finally arrived in front of the gate of the building owned by his master which is a princess boarding house.
For a long time, Dwi looked at the building. There appeared to be several matic motorcycles parked, some clothes hanging and sandals or shoes left scattered.
Each room was not all inhabited. Some have decided to go out and move out after the incident three months ago.
Now there are only five rooms left of the twelve available rooms and one of the people who inhabit there is Tia. She is a small three-semester student and wears glasses, beautiful.
Many other boarding children who feel inferior with her beauty, some who have come out even blatantly hate Tia.
Beauty makes her life miserable. He always covered his face with a mask everywhere, he did not want the world to know that he was beautiful.
The condition of the boarding house was quiet, there was no sound of any activity, probably also because Dwi was standing too far from the first five remaining rooms.
"Fortunate are you, Tia." Dwi said softly, her eyes looking towards the third door from the front to the right.
When viewed from a small window near the door, the room lit up, maybe Tia was in there.
Had Dwi not run over Mr. Abdul and his chicken soup not fallen, it might have been bad starting tonight. Luckily, the woman was still protected.
Dwi continued walking around the complex for an hour until he was finally back in front of his employer's house. His heart was racing, what if his master found the package? What should he explain?
"Dwi ... Why don't you come in?" the voice was heard after the main door was opened.
Dwi was surprised to hear that. "Ha-i-iya, Yes. T-this is coming in."
"Where? You've done my job well and right, haven't you?"