Renjana Dusk Kala
Chapter 73. Step by Step, Everything Will Be Fine
Step by Step, Everything Will Be Fine
(Step by step, everything will be fine)
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Jakarta
Tama
He breathed a sigh of relief when he found the figure of Reka was sitting dumbstruck on one of the sofas in the hotel lobby. Slowly and carefully, he approached. Then sit down next to Reka.
1 minute, 5 minutes .. nobody speaks. He really found it difficult to find the right opening sentence.
"When are we here?" Muttered Reka with eyes glaring far ahead. Look at the people who have just entered the hotel.
He swallowed the saliva while pointing at the door of the restaurant where they had just eaten (they ate together at the star-rated hotel restaurant where Kinan was staying).
The design did not react.
He nodded in understanding. "Pamit used to be the same mother."
The designer did not answer. Stand up and walk ahead of him to the elevator.
He breathed a long breath. Hurry up to follow in the steps of the plan. His brain is completely clogged, unable to be invited to think tactically. If before leaving for the restaurant he can still smile and have hope. Now it feels so hard. But behind the complexity of the problem, he was still grateful because Reka did not do the reckless thing that had previously been feared.
"It's late in the afternoon" he murmured as he steered the steering wheel out of the basement. "Let's know if you want to stop by somewhere."
Reka unmoving. Looking straight ahead with an expressionless flat face.
He also tried to break the atmosphere stiff and silent by turning on the audio system. Choosing a radio channel that can change the mood for the better.
"Back with Elcinta news and talk evening edition date ...." The sound of news anchor radio is heard.
"The three major PRs must be completed immediately by Yanni Djambak, the new elected chairman of the KBK (Corruption Eradication Commission)." ©
"One of them is a case of corruption in the purchase of tin seeds by PT Rejasa Tbk, which dragged the names of a number of officials of state-owned companies."
"The corruption case with the largest amount of state losses throughout the first quarter led to the involvement of businessman Yuganta Garjita. One of the corporate directors of the conglomerate network owned by the Group."
He shook his head when he heard the full name of Yugo, a friend of Rajas who is also known to him, mentioned openly in a news about corruption. Life is really nothing anyone can think of.
"Want to ...." Suddenly Reka called the name of a favorite fast food restaurant as a child. When he was still focused on listening to the exposure about the corruption case that dragged the name of Yugo.
He immediately nodded. "okay."
Then switch to paying attention to the streets and GPS. Remember the location of your favorite fast food restaurant nearby. Fortunately, the place is not too far away. And not until fifteen minutes later, they had entered a restaurant that was crowded with visitors.
"I'm the one who ordered," muttered Reka without being asked while showing the black card he gave her the other day.
He nodded. "Flat white," he said the name of the drink to be ordered. Her stomach had just been filled with delicious wagyu braise. And right now just want something sweet, creamy, but also strong to restore common sense.
He chose to sit in one corner to better maintain privacy and comfort. What they are going to talk about must be a test of patience.
"Flat white." A restaurant official placed a cup of drinks in front of him. But he was actually stunned when he saw the amount of food that was ordered by Reka.
"Want to get a lot of gifts" she was so aware of her surprise.
He shook. "Would your stomach stretch?" Then laugh discordantly knowing if the real Reka is angry. Ordering so much food. Whereas previously had just eaten a delicious dish with Kinan.
The design devoured all the ordered food in quick motion, in large mouthfuls, chewing in a lightning and haphazard manner, even choking to the point of coughing.
"Easy (quiet) .. easy ...." He frowned at the sight of Risa's unease.
As he began to sip the white flat slowly, the designer who was about to finish all the food suddenly stood up and ran towards the toilet.
Had felt worried because Reka did not return to their seats. But he tried to convince himself that for a crucial moment like this, the designer should be given space and trust. As Dara often said.
Give the kids trust, and we'll get it.
He can also smile with relief when he sees the appearance of Reka even with a pale face.
"Finally I know our security." He's still smiling.
The new design pulls the chair to sit just put on a flat face.
"Is the stomach finished?" Without any intention of ridiculing. "Until it comes out thick yellow liquid that makes the throat hurt like injured?"
The design looked at him.
"Dad is too."
Reka.
"Every time I feel ...." He held his chest while breathing. But urung continued the sentence because Reka remained silent.
He tapped his knuckle on the table. "Dad apologize. Didn't know that you would be mengaw ...."
"Is mother ... crazy?"
He laughed discordantly. "Mother is the smartest eye doctor I know. Oh, come on (come on) .. doing therapy does not mean ...." He could not say the word crazy. After all, Kinan had once been a part of his life. And he believed, Kinan was only still trapped by the pain of the past.
"Create ...." Reka looked up with a moody face. "So what?"
He sizzled to buy time. Talking to the designer should be very careful. Like dealing with expensive porcelain that is easily broken. If it has fallen and broken, what power, can not be repaired anymore.
"Mother's sick?"
He shook. "It doesn't hurt like it hurts ...." He chose to wear quotes. "Mother just needs time to .. forgive and find peace."
"If your mother's pain is not because of father ...." Design looked. "Yes, even though I still believe there must be a big influence from the attitude of the father," continued Reka quickly. "But ...."
He nodded in agreement. "What you're experiencing may not be caused by your father. But father's attitude all along .. obviously made things worse."
"Father is not the right person for you. And vice versa." At this point he really admitted the mistakes he had made.
"You should be happy before." He paused for a moment to sip flat white. "But because of the father's selfishness .. everything gets messy and gets worse ...."
The face of the design grew gloomy. "Because of me?"
"What?" He had to ask because he did not understand the meaning of the question Reka.
"Mother is sad because of me?" Repeat Design with head down.
"No" he answered sure. "You are the power to be happy."
"But failed ...." The design is still down.
He shook. "Just .. has not succeeded. There must be a strong desire from the mother to forgive the past ..."
"Can I have it?" The designer looked at him doubtfully.
"About?"
"For you have not forgiven."
He shook. "Dad can't answer let alone a story. It must be .. Mother herself who told the story."
"Surely mother story," he continued quickly. "Maybe you need a good time."
Jaw muscles Reka stiffens. "What does this mean ... I must be willing to marry Pakde Pram?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "You can see yourself .. Mother happy or unhappy."
"But I don't want to move to Stockholm ...."
He nodded. "We can be obrolin again about this. Maybe ... Mother is still planning. Not final."
"My mission to Jakarta failed miserably" complained Reka.
He smiles. "We can sit together chatting like this .. could be one indication of mission success."
Design against his gaze. "My mission is to get my father together again. Not sitting in a crowded restaurant with little kids running around."
He's still smiling. "Thank you, Design. It's been a fun talkative."
Designs sniff the shoulders.
"How old are you?" He again sipped flat white with a slightly relieved feeling.
"The good father. Forgetting the same age of the child himself," muttered the cynical Reka. Although still moody, but Reka's forehead no longer shriveled stiffly. Looks more relaxed.
He chuckles. "My bad (my fault). 13 turning 14?"
The design sipped the fizzy drink with a loud noise until the suction collided with ice cubes. "My birthday is a double tomorrow."
He laughed while giving a thumbs up. "agree. But it is looted here ... in Jakarta .. same father ...."
The design mumbled ketus. "I'm a child. Wear everything."
On the way home, they didn't talk to each other. He also did not want to ask. Their chats at fast food restaurants were more than enough of a basic capital for him. That Rita started to soften. No longer rebellious or forced against the flow though may still feel disappointed.
Step by step. Everything will be fine.
But a foreign car parked in the courtyard of the official house, and the presence of a man reminding of the wound made his head pulsate again.
"Sorry, sir, I'll call you if there's a guest." Agus greeted him at the door.
He didn't answer.
"Pakde's been told to come here?" Design stands with a stiff face.
Om Pram laughs. "Oh, no. This is pakde's own initiative. Mother knows nothing."
"Does, in!" He told Rita to go inside.
At first, Reka refused and insisted she wanted to sit in the living room. But he shook through the eye gesture.
BRACKET!
"He angry?" Om Pram put an envelope on the table.
He was not interested in answering questions about the design. "We have no business."
Om Pram nodded. "I'll just be a minute. Please open ...." He pointed at the envelope on the table.
He had to pick up and open the envelope in a rough motion.
Patient name: Kinanti Putri Sungkawa
Diagnosis. : Depression, hypomania, panic disorder ....
He read the writing in the diagnosis column to completion with a wrinkled forehead. Is this how bad Kinan is?
"Shocked?" The voice of om Pram sounded like a mockery in his ear. "Newly know? Where have you been all this time?"
He folded a paper containing a report of the diagnosis with a hardened jaw. Then put it back in the envelope. And put it on the table.
"We want to start a new life better" said Pram without being asked. "The therapy that has been done .. has not been optimal to restore Kinan to the person he should be."
He shook. "I don't have time for me ...."
"I have to explain the misunderstanding that's been going on all along." Om Pram cut out his sentence.
"It's all done." He rises. "We have no business anymore. Please enjoy a new life and ...."
"Stockholm's a good choice." Om Pram interrupted again. "They have the best facilities. And not a foreign place to me."
"You want to have at least one more child ...." Continued om Pram who made him laugh discordantly and cynically.
"We want to have a child." Om Pram is absolutely unstoppable. "But Kinan must be healthy and recover first."
"We want to raise a happy child and ...."
"Get out!" He can't be polite. His patience is almost over.
Raising a happy child? He laughed in his heart. What does it mean between them?
"Do I need to call the kids up ahead?" Threaten without hesitation.
Once giving orders, om Pram can be directly carried by his men. Although it's not possible to do. Because after all, om Pram still counted brothers and older. It is not that low in using power.
Om Pram nodded. "Our decision to go to Stockholm wasn't like it was yesterday afternoon. We've been thinking about it carefully."
Actually he doesn't care about any plans Kinan and om Pram. It is even welcome if the couple wants to move to Antarctica. More steady, right? But because of the future of the designer, he could not continue to behave indifferently.
"Minimal talk to the designer." His growl with his jaw hardened. "What do you consider a child before your eyes?"
"We will talk about it .. we will definitely talk about it," replied om Pram quickly.
"After the final?" The gerutu don't believe. "That's not talking, it's informing!"
Om Pram nodded. "It's just a matter of miscommunication."
Maybe it will explode soon. And to minimize it, he must immediately make a decision. "Please out. Our business is done." Then turn away.
But Pram actually said back. "My sister was diagnosed just like Kinan."
He stopped the step.
"My sister is just a puppet" continued om Pram. "My only family."
He waits.
"But I'm late. She ...."
He swallowed the salivary.
"Hopefully this could explain the misunderstanding between us. The reason why we, me and Kinan ended up together."
He breathed a long breath.
"I want to make amends for being late to help my own sister. Kinan is a good and beautiful woman. Must be able to recover. Must be productive again. Must ...."
He decided to step into the inner room.
"He still loves you to this day."
Damned!
"That's not a problem. Because you can't do anything to help him. You're nothing more than a loser (loser) who keeps hurting him."
He pulled a chair at the dining table and sat down. Remembering the advice of mama when being angry standing up, then sit down.
"Next week we're getting married. The presence of the two of you (Tama and Reka) means a lot to Kinan."
He massaged the temple which had been pulsating uncontrollably.
"And don't forget .. You refer to Reka about the plan to Stockholm."
He grabbed a glass of water stored on the table. Then throw it all his might until it hits the wall.
SIGN UP!
Then there was the sound of a car engine running and leaving the yard.
"Astaghfirullah, Father, kunaon ieu tea (why is this)?" Yuni appeared scattered from the kitchen with a pias face. Behind him followed Agus who was no less shocked.
And from the corner of his eye he could see the shadow of the open door. Although only a few inches wide, but he knows for sure if Reka is standing there. See and hear everything.
Well done, Design. Your father was a loser.
But he didn't have much time to think about things that were counterproductive. Moreover, Sada only undertakes a portion of the total funds that (maybe will) be needed.
"He's my friend. Safe and reliable," Sada said by phone. About his plan to release shares Persada Appetite. But only for a while. Because he'll take it back after it's more stable. He needs someone who will not betray him.
"Take him to Jakarta." Connect Sada. "Can be a process."
He immediately contacted Raka. "It's between the two of us."
He did not want mama to know the plan to release Persada Appetite shares. Because it's only temporary. He'll definitely take it back.
"Yes! Yep!" Om Raka laughed. "It's been a lot of the same Kinan ... until you want to sell shares?"
"To win her back again (to win it again)?" Seloroh om Raka's. "Wow, pricey move (an expensive move)."
He just smiled wryly not serving the teasing om Raka. No, this is a cheap move (a cheap move) to get someone who means a lot like .... He could smile to remember a name. Although the pulsation in the head has not subsided.
Wait for me (wait for me).
"Jas?" He, inevitably, finally called Rajas. After a few days of contacting Riyadh, the most trusted person among 5 friends.
But it did not produce results.
"Sori, Tam! Can't help. Ancur's latest project hit by landslide. The cave has to tackle the damages if it doesn't want the license revoked." Riyadh with a sorry voice.
He understands. Had heard the news about the landslide disaster that hit local residents due to the project of building a luxury house cluster in the North Bandung area. The media allegedly violated AMDAL (an analysis of environmental impacts) and is in the process of investigation. I just didn't know it was a Riyadh project.
"Oii, wazap, man?" Rajas laughing. "It's been a while (it's been a while)."
Yes, since the case of murder om Jusuf, they almost never hang out five like before. Busy with work and life.
"Need your help (need help)," he answered while pressing the shame to the nadir. For asking a friend for financial help. The most taboo thing that has always been avoided.
"I'll always have your back (i'm always behind you)." Rajas immediately agreed. Although not yet know the place and location of the land estate offered.
He laughed discordantly. "Lu can go bankrupt this way."
Rajas laughed back. "Friends can't be bought, Tam. Bankruptcy can still rise. But what about friends?"
He chuckles. A moment to forget the complexity that must be parsed. "This is talking born with silver spoon in the mouth (heir of a rich family). Can't be relative."
But the most relief was, the next day when he was sipping bitter coffee made by Yuni before leaving for the office. The designer approached just to say in an awkward and indistinct voice.
"I don't want to go home. I want to stay here."
He smiles. "You can stay here as long as you want."
"Thank you."
But he suddenly remembered something. Since a few days ago, Anja has been sending him messages about Aran's birthday. But ignored.
"Dad forgot ...." He checks the phone to find a message from Anja. But it seems to have been erased due to bad habits every before bed always clear chat (except for starry messages that are deliberately marked. If you know what I mean).
"Aran wants a birthday. But I forgot when," he lamented.
The design just fell silent.
"Please buy a gift for Aran. Secure balances?"
Design nodded.
"Let's take Agus."
"I can go alone," muttered Reka with her eyebrows intertwined.
He shook. "Augus Diantar. Yesterday's bike was arrested because you were a minor. And I ask you to go straight to Uti's house. Because you're gonna be busy these few days."
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©. : quoted from lecanberita.com July 2020 edition
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