Papa To Kirana

Chapter 32 Rendang

“Your mother left this to me,” said Joko thrusting the food box.

I received the yellow box.

“Be your own mother will come here, but can't because your parents are busy harvesting,” explained Joko.

Then he spread his gaze around the restaurant with sparkling eyes.

“Thank you yes, you want to eat?”

Joko shook her head quickly.

“No. No. gabe. Next time just.”

“Why? Take it easy I pay. When are you coming to my restaurant?”

It seems that the look on Joko's face was worried, scratching her head which might not itch.

“Actually I want to. But I'm in a hurry.”

“Then it's wrapped.”

“But... “

“Do not refuse!” my orders while pointing my index finger at Joko's chest.

Then I ordered Hilda to prepare a package of the flagship menu at the Memories Restaurant.

During the wait, Joko told me about the conditions in Pak Bambang's company since I stopped working. Then it seemed that he wanted to tell a story but there was something that made him hesitate.

“Balin, you know, one week after you resigned, there was someone who came to the office looking for you.”

“Really? Who?”

“I don't know either. I only heard rumors from office employees.”

“Male or female?”

“Laki-male. He went to see Mr. Bambang and asked a lot about you.”

Before long, Hilda came with a bag of Joko's orders. As usual Joko who was easily moved immediately hugged me and she cried.

Ah, come on Joko, don't cry so in front of all my employees.

After Joko left, I opened the yellow box my mother gave me. It rendang. I had guessed.

I also left the restaurant. I left Kirana to Rama for too long. I know he's always been no dick in his guard.

While driving home, my phone rang with my name on the screen.

“Balin, rendang that I entrusted to Joko has arrived?”

“Already, Bu.”

“Give it to Alexa!” mom from across the phone.

“Iya.”

“Don't let Rama taste that rendang! Can run out later.”

“Iya, Mum.”

“Heat again before eating!”

“Iya.”

“And one more... “

“What, Mom?”

“You should give that to Alexa. Don't tell Rama or anyone else!”

I sighed loudly, but was heard by Mother from across the phone. As a result I got hit. Then the phone was turned off.

Huft, though,

Lately I did not go out of the house because I deliberately wanted to avoid Alexa and my neighbor was doing the same thing.

Alexa didn't stop by the house to play with Kirana so we haven't seen each other since we did...

Ah, the shadow stopped again in my brain.

My first kiss and for Alexa too. About, did he keep in mind the events of that night?

My car squeaked while braking in front of the house. I got out of the car and walked into Alexa's rented house.

I swung my hand about to knock on the door, but it wasn't because I heard Kirana's voice from inside Alexa's house. Then I just turned the doorknob.

Kirana was sitting on the sofa, clapping her hands as Alexa sang her a children's song. The two different girls of that generation realized my arrival, then turned their heads.

Alexa greeted me awkwardly and I replied even more awkwardly.

“Why is Kirana here?”

“Rama go to campus. Just new. So he put Kirana here,” Alexa's light.

“This,” I reached out to Mother's feeding box.

“What is this?” ask Alexa when she gets the box.

I didn't answer because Alexa had already opened it. I just added that it was from Mom.

 Alexa then stepped into the kitchen. While I sat next to Kirana who was playing her rabbit.

Alexa returned to the living room with two dishes and warmed rendang.

“Please thank your mother. Until bothering to force rendang,” Alexa put the plate on the table.

“We eat together huh?”

“No,” I replied briefly.

“You want to use rice?” Alexa asked me.

“No. The rendang is for you. So you're the one eating.”

I looked away from Alexa, who was pleading but looking adorable to me. He looked like a baby to be loved.

Actually who's the baby here Kirana or Alexa anyway?

I sighed, “Iya, I ate.”

Alexa cheering, “I'll get you rice and drinks first.”

When Alexa came into the kitchen, Kirana dropped her rabbit and I lowered my head to get the white stuff.

Then Kirana threw it again, whining for it. Kirana's behavior irritated me a little. He kept throwing dolls.

“Why do babies love dropping toys?” I muttered right when Alexa came back from the kitchen with a drink.

“Because they are learning the gravity of the earth,” Alexa replied as she poured the drink into the glass.

I laughed at Alexa's answer.

What did he say? A baby? Studying gravity?

“In truth, Balin. When they accidentally drop a toy, actually they are learning the concept that all objects must fall down.”

“Oh, I see,” said I was able to stop laughter.

“It is best not to be banned or scolded if Kirana does. That's a sign that Kirana's a genius like Issac Newton.”

I wanted to laugh but Alexa glanced at me sharply, so I held back my laughter as much as possible.

Then, Kirana seemed to want to get off the sofa. So I extended a hand to help her, but Alexa held my arm. I looked at him confused.

But I soon realized what Alexa meant. He wanted Kirana to try herself to get down to the floor.

With a slightly thumping heart afraid of Kirana falling, I saw Kirana lower her legs first, then she dropped her buttocks to the floor.

Then the baby crawled up, grabbing his doll lying on the floor.

“Do you often capture his first moments Kirana?” ask Alexa suddenly.

“You mean?”

“Yes, like the first moment Kirana ate, the moment Kirana crawled for the first time, and so on. You never took it in a photo or video?”

I shook my head, “What is important?”

“Yes... At least you have a memento and can be seen again when Kirana has grown up.”

Also true. All this time I had not thought of capturing the moments when I took care of Kirana.

But I can start from now.

I pulled out my phone and photographed Kirana crawling around the living room.

This is Kirana's first time playing at Alexa's house.

“Come, we eat. Here's your plate,” Alexa pushes a plate containing rendang and white rice that reflects thin steam.

We also eat. However, only the first feed I heard Alexa sobbing.

I looked at him. He covered his face with both hands. Sobbing again, it grew louder and turned into a cry.

“Hey, why you?”

Alexa did not answer.

“Don't cry in front of me!” my snapping. I was always confused if a woman was crying in front of me. Confused what to do.

Alexa's cries grew louder.

“I remember my mother. The last time I ate rendang, when I ate with my parents, the day before the plane crash happened.”

Alexa continued to cry, making Kirana who was engrossed in play stop and stare confusedly at Alexa. Then Kirana turned to me and whined.

As if Kirana was talking, ‘Papa, please that woman, Pa.’

The problem is, I have no experience dealing with women who are crying.

If the woman is Mom, I just give her a wad of money and Mom will automatically stop crying. If women like Kirana, just give hugs and pacifiers.

But if Alexa...

I glanced at the woman who was still crying beside me.

I don't know what to do.

Try me to remember back in romantic movies usually what is given a man to his woman who is crying?

Ah, ja. Usually, men will hug the woman.

But... But...

Amidst my worries, Alexa did not stop her crying and Kirana also whined more and more.

Hugs, no? Hug. Don'tdon't. Hug.

I shuffled from my seat, approached Alexa, and was about to stretch out my arms to embrace her.

Suddenly...

“But lie,” Alexa opens her palm and chuckles.

I immediately pulled my hand and threw away my face. Kirana laughs at Alexa. I was the only one who was shocked to death.

Almost the heart is out of place.