Papa To Kirana

Chapter 8 The Mother

Rama and I decided to move from an apartment to a more narrow contract but still worth living with two people. Our contract is not far from the Rama campus.

No one knows me around the contract because the neighbor here is also someone who contracted for a short period of time.

After the housewarming business was sorted out, I went to my business friend, Frans. He and I have long planned to open a restaurant.

It's just that my mind was too focused on the job, so Frans himself built the restaurant business and now I intend to do a franchise business with him. I volunteered as an investor who would later share the profits of restaurant turnover.

Frans was very happy to hear my offer. We discussed a lot about the restaurant business that we will run.

“I know a suitable place to be a restaurant Kak Balin later. I'll show you right now if Brother Balin wants to see that place.” Rama said one morning. He said that while grinning and then sipping his coffee.

The place Rama meant was a building that was to be sold by its owner. On the busy roadside and a hundred meters from the gate of his campus Rama.

I looked around, the building was directly attached to a bookstore and stationery supply store. There is also a fruit store, clothing store, and a minimarket that is still one block away.

“Balin, what do you think?” Ask Frans.

“Perfect. This place is strategic if we open a restaurant. Just need a little renovation with an aesthetic decoration may be preferred by students.”

“Yap, right. Above the top floor. Suitable for relaxing enjoying the street view.” Frans added. “I will take care of raw materials and also employees who will later work with you.”

Opening a restaurant with Frans was a lot faster than I thought. I'm lucky to have a loyal and helpful friend like Frans.

For the sake of the restaurant, I reached into almost my entire savings. Leave a little money. As a result, I worked part-time as a freelancer while waiting for our new restaurant to officially open.

Tiring work indeed, plus Kirana who always woke up at night, invited me to stay up. I think if Kirana grows bigger I can teach her independence.

Turns out I was wrong. As time went on, Kirana who was now three months old was able to go on her stomach. I was made even more overwhelmed when I dressed up for Kirana.

One more thing, everything that a three-month-old baby wants to say is definitely by crying. Whether it's hungry, bored, sleepy, cold, all delivered by crying. Makes me confused to distinguish the meaning of each cry Kirana.

Under my eyes are getting blackened. It was fortunate that the grand opening day of the Remembrance Restaurant arrived as well.

The first day sales exceeded my expectations. But I must not be too proud of myself first, indeed if the first day must be a lot of people who are curious.

“I want us to provide the best service for the visitors in this restaurant. Remember first impression determine the image of Restaurant Memories in the eyes of the customer. I'm sure you're capable and expert in your field. So what I expect from you guys is a professional, totality in work and one that is no less important cohesiveness of the team.”

I spoke in front of all the restaurant employees, including the chef and the waiters. We regularly hold briefings every shift change.

All the employees looked at me and nodded steadily. When the briefing is completed, the employees scatter towards their respective tasks. All trained by Frans, I'm just monitoring and making sure everything's safe.

Actually I don't need to jump in directly in supervising the restaurant because Frans has appointed someone responsible for the smooth running of the restaurant.

“I've taken care of everything, Balin. You as an investor just need to sit back and watch the money go into your pockets.” Frans laughed and elbowed my arm. “But if you want to keep an eye on it directly it's up to you.”

“For these few weeks, I just want to get to know more closely with the people I work with.”

“Ah, Balin. If only my ex-boss were like you.” Frans punched me in the shoulder. “I salute you.”

“If your former boss is like me, maybe now you are still at home working as a bank employee.”

I came home from the restaurant at eleven in the evening. Kirana sleeping in carseat. I shouldn't have taken Kirana until late at night. I looked at Kirana with a guilty feeling.

“Pardon papa yes, Son. You must be tired. If your mama were still there, someone would take care of you at home.”

I carried Kirana carefully so that she would not wake up. I closed the car door and found the house next to my contract occupied.

The lights of the house still shine brightly into the courtyard. When I first moved in, the house was also contracted but no one was inhabiting it yet.

A curly-haired woman came out the door of the house. He picked up a cardboard box that still left one on the porch of the house.

Then our eyes intertwined, and he smiled. I'd rather throw my face away, then go straight into the house rather than having to mince words with a new neighbor.

The next day, I bathed Kirana at eight in the morning. Now I'm getting better at bathing Kirana. The problem now was when Kirana was dressed. He was on his stomach when I put my pants on.

“Kirana, shut up!”

I turned Kirana over again. He was calm when I had put on a face upset about his behavior.

“Kirana, quiet!” I couldn't help myself and let go of yelling.

It seems Kirana knows I'm angry, and like a baby in general she cries, which makes me even more upset. The shadow of Kirana's mother's face. Kirana's expression of crying was indeed exactly that of her mother.

I inhaled a deep breath to neutralize my thoughts. Then carry Kirana. Hugging while patting his back.

“Kirana sad because papa is angry huh? It's okay, Kirana. Forgive papa already snapped Kirana.”

Miraculous. Kirana was silent for a moment. What a smart kid. I put it back in bed and gave Kirana some milk.

Before long, I heard a knock on the door. I ignored it because I thought the person who knocked on the door of the house must be a friend of Rama.

Who else? I don't have any acquaintances who know my new residence. Yeah, except Frans. But often he calls if there's something to talk about.

From inside the room I heard the sound of Rama's footsteps walking towards the front door, followed by the sound of the crackling of the front door open.

“Mana Balin? Where's your brother?” The screams of a woman.

I straightened my back knowing who was visiting our house. It feels like being stung. I kicked my own bidat.

“Mother, relax!” rama's voice calmed Mother. “Mother just came screaming straight away. Shame to hear neighbor, Bu.”

“Leave it. Where's Brother? Balin. Balin. Out you!”

I looked down to whisper to Kirana. “Kirana, stay here. Okay. Don't be noisy and don't cry. Papa come out for a second. It's a toy for Kirana. Papa stay first.”

Then I left Kirana alone on the cashier with Kirana's rattles.

I closed the door until it was tight so that mom wouldn't see a baby in my room. From my mother's voice, I knew I was angry with me. Don't let me know about Kirana's whereabouts.