Papa To Kirana

Chapter 12 Unrevealed Facts

From that day on, I became curious about the Alexa profession. From his words yesterday, he was very knowledgeable about taking care of the baby. I checked the internet and everything Alexa said was true.

About baby's sleep patterns and spit. I know the difference between spitting up and vomiting. The tips that Alexa gives are exactly the same as those on the internet.

I concluded Alexa's work must be baby-related. Could she be a nurse, a babysitter, a midwife or a pediatrician. My curiosity I can't hold.

I watched Alexa. He often leaves for work in the morning and comes home when the office people are enjoying their lunch break.

Weekends he was always at his house, taking care of the plants that now thrive in the yard.

It's Sunday, but I didn't find the woman in front of the house watering her plants as usual. The house next to me has been quiet since yesterday. Is Alexa gone?

“Balin, what are you doing?” Rama said from when he was behind me.

I was shocked. Caught wet was glancing outside the house through the bedroom window. Rama followed a curious glance at what I saw.

Peering over the activities of the neighbors is not my habit. But ever since I knew Alexa, I don't know, the curiosity about her kept flowing in my mind.

“Kak Balin, see what the hell?” Rama closed the curtain because he did not see anything interesting outside.

“You yourself why enter someone else's room without saying excuse me?”

“Sorry, Brother. But lately I have often found Brother Balin peeping Kak Alexa.”

“Hah? Whatdidyou say? Alexa,” I laughed a little crisp sounding in the ear, then dodged, “Sok knows. I just saw the streets. What do you want to get into my room?”

“Today I joined Kak Balin to the restaurant huh?” Rama laughs.

From the way Rama laughed I knew he had a hidden mode of coming to the restaurant with me. Especially if not, want to see Shinta. Every day, she sees Shinta at school. Fucking Jones.

Ah yes, I just realized, indirectly I also reproach myself.

Half an hour later, we were at the restaurant. Every weekend, the restaurant is crowded with visitors.

So is today. Parking lots full of customer vehicles. From the outside I can see the atmosphere inside the restaurant. The seats were almost empty, the servants were busy pacing and receiving orders.

Rama decided to wait outside. So I left Kirana with Rama, while I went inside the restaurant monitoring the situation.

I met Galang, a man who was appointed as the head of the restaurant, asking if everything was safe to control.

Galang confirmed, although many visitors who come and go but most are satisfied with the service in the restaurant and there are no significant obstacles.

I walked around from the kitchen area to the front of the cashier. The employees are busy with their respective work and from my observation everything is going well.

Until accidentally my eyes caught a woman who I know was in the middle of the crowd of restaurant visitors. Cindy. My friend is a television reporter.

I automatically approached Cindy who was sitting alone enjoying a plate of spaghetti. Cindy's eyes widened when she saw that I was in front of her.

“Cindy, what a coincidence we met here. What's up, Cin?”

“Balin?” Cindy said as if she couldn't believe her vision. A smile on his lips. He enthusiastically shook my hand, “this is true Balin Mahendra, my college friend first right?”

“Of course.” I said drop into the chair in front of Cindy.

“My news is good. You yourself how are you? How could we meet here by chance? What are you doing in this restaurant?”

“I'm good. Coincidentally this restaurant is mine.”

Cindy's eyes became more and more rounded, then laughed with excitement. “Oh yes, wow. I did not expect Balin who I know as a simple young man is now successful in culinary business.”

I don't really remember the memories of college. Remembering me as the person that the other students hated the most because they were envious about my closeness to Karina. I'd rather not remember those days.

However, I still responded as necessary as Cindy told me at length how we went through the days on campus.

Cindy is not a friend who bullies me often but she is also not a close friend. He was able to easily get along with anyone. That's what made me know him.

Cindy continued to babble until she mentioned about the accident that befell Indra Irawan, the grandfather of my adopted son.

I straightened my back, focusing all my attention. This is what I've been waiting for since. Cindy's profession as a reporter must have had a lot of information about the accident.

“I feel sorry for our friend, Karina. He had a tragic accident. Karina's body has not yet been found. What a shame his fate,” explained Cindy, then devoured his spaheti.

I knew I had to be careful in speaking. Don't let me let go of the talk that made Cindy suspect me.

“You think as a reporter who covered the accident live, is there something odd?”

Cindy propped up her chin and laughed, her forehead wrinkled in thought. Cindy's mouth moved to chew slowly. After that, sipping lemon tea.

“There are new developments, Balin.”

“New development?”

“Last recently it was revealed that Karina and her father left at midnight because they were going to the airport. At first I thought they were going to Batu Merah Beach. But..."

"But what?" manya curious.

"My guess was wrong. It was confirmed by Karina's father's colleague that the two of them would go overseas using a private jet. But the strange thing is, why was Karina's father's car found in the area of Batu Merah Beach? But if they leave from Harsa Russell's house, it's not the way to the airport. Weird right?”

“Harsa Russell's husband's name is Karina?”

Cindy nodded, but shone a question mark.

“You don't know yet? Do you rarely watch the news? Yeah, her name is Harsa. He's a guy who doesn't like publicity. So very little news covering about Harsa Russell.”

“I've been busy with my new restaurant. So I don't have time to watch the news,” I give up. “According to you, is there a connection between Indra Irawan's accident with Harsa, his own son-in-law?”

Cindy sipped another lemon tea. Since then, I've noticed no suspicious look on Cindy's face. It meant that he didn't realize that I was scraping information about Harsa at him.

“Balin, the police have already stated he was not involved in the Indra Irawan accident case and the police have also determined this was purely an accident. On the night of the incident, she was lying sick at home.”

Cindy looked at me a long time ago and asked, “You seem very enthusiastic about the news of the accident? What's up, Balin? Do you have your own views?”

Amazingly I was able to try to calm down, even though in my heart I was in awe. Didn't think Cindy would ask that.

“Begini, Cindy. You know Karina was a good friend of mine in college and I didn't really follow the news on television. So as soon as I meet you, I want to know directly from you.”

Cindy nodded slowly. Just then, Rama came out of nowhere with Kirana whining in her arms.

“Kak Balin, Kirana has been whining. He seems sleepy but I can't make him fall asleep,” Rama said right in front of me and Cindy.

“Balin? That's your son?” ask Cindy.

Ah drat. Don't let Cindy see Kirana's face because it looks very similar to her mother. Cindy will know who Kirana really is.