Replacement Ribs

17. Looking for Kirana

Tristan's search was fruitless. The only place Kirana should visit every day is school. But according to the school guard she met, Kirana was on leave. I don't know how long. Because it's been a week since Kirana came to school.

Tristan no longer knew where to find his wife. All this time he had never found out about Kirana. Where she lives and where she comes from, Tristan is uncertain. All he knows is that Kirana is in Jakarta.

Mama, she must know all about Kirana. Tristan reached into the device in his shorts pocket. Calling her mother to find out where Kirana lives. A second address was sent through a short message sent by his mother. Tristan turned the car around and drove faster to Kirana's boarding house. But he had to come back disappointed because Kirana was no longer in the boarding house. That information he got from one of the boarding children who lived there.

Tristan must return home without any information indicating Kirana's whereabouts. The frustration with his wife grew. Mentari will certainly collect promises that he cannot keep.

"Yes, you find out more about where your wife went" Mrs Ratih said as Tristan returned home and asked her mother about her relatives in the city.

Her mother's answer made Tristan even more upset. He really lost track.

"Pa, which Mother?" mentari asked as Tristan checked his daughter's condition.

"Mother ... is teaching," Tristan replied after almost difficulty finding answers.

That reason sounds reasonable. Because Mentari no longer asks. He said Tristan should pick up Kirana after returning home from school. And it was enough to make Tristan relieved because Mentari no longer demanded with other questions.

Tristan turned his brain back. Find out the places that allow fik visited by Kirana. Even though the results are still nil. So he asked for Kirana's contact number which he accidentally did not keep. Although accompanied by a series of scolding, Tristan finally got his wife's contact number.

Despite having to suppress the ego as strongly as possible, Kurana's contact number is finally called. Tristan had to endure the patience as three times his calls were ignored by Kirana.

"Suck!" mean it. Of course the mockery was aimed at Kirana's attitude. Is Kirana really mad at him. Frustrated Tristan put the device on the table. Then lay down on the sofa after tired all day looking for Kirana.

The contents of his head were again turned to prepare an answer if Mentari would return to whining. To overcome that, even he had to go back to taking time off. He could not divide his mind for two things that were equally important to him. Work and Mentari. Both are the most important things in Tristan's life.

The next day, Tristan decides to search for Kirana to his home region. Whether it was, Tristan was completely foreign to the address he got from their marriage book.

"Are you sure you're gonna find Kirana there?" asked Bu Ratih when he saw his son packing.

"Tristan doesn't know where to look for her anymore, Ma," Tristan replied as he stuffed his clothes into his small suitcase.

"If it turns out he's not there, how will you explain to his parents?"

"That'll be Tristan think about it later" said the man again.

Tristan lifted his suitcase down the stairs. After hunting for an impromptu ticket, he got an afternoon flight schedule. There are still a few hours left to calm Mentari who forced her to come looking for Kirana.

"But Papa promised to bring Mother back here, yes."

"But Mother will be sad if you see Mentari sick. So the mentari must be healed first. Take medicine and eat a lot, yeah."

"Hm." Mentari.

It was hard for Tristan to leave Mentari in a sick condition. Although his mother has assured will take care of Mentari well.

"Dag, Dad!" Mentari waved her hand as she drove Tristan to the front of the house.

"Dag, Honey. Same with Oma, yeah!"

The black sedan drove off the complex to the airport.

Taking an hour-long air journey, Tristan arrived at the city airport of Yogyakarta. He still has to travel overland to get to Kirana's parents' house. According to the search results, it still takes another 2 hours to get to the destination city. A small town he had never been to.

Tristan also ordered a taxi to take her to the city where Kirana's parents live in the west of Yogyakarta. Luckily he got a driver who had mastered the Jogja region and its surroundings. So Tristan does not need a map to guide his journey

Two hours was not a short time, but Tristan was reluctant to close his eyes. Although he was very tired because last night Mentari was fussy and made him barely sleep all night. Tristan did not let his mother stay up late.

Along the way, Tristan relentlessly hopes to find Kirana there. Because if not, then the story is finished. Kirana's parents will definitely be disappointed that Tristan is not looking after their daughter.

"Still far away, sir?" tristan asked the taxi driver.

"It's still half an hour or so."

Tristan does not know what kind of territory Kirana lives in. He has passed through many settlements and also stretches of rice fields. But the goal did not arrive.

Until the taxi driver then turned the vehicle into the village road. They passed through a village that is still so beautiful with many tall trees and rice fields. The journey felt so long.

"It seems we should ask the same people here, Mas. If the address of the house I do not know," said the taxi driver.

The idea was accepted by Tristan. It was also impossible for the driver to memorize the house number in such a rural area. The driver came down and asked the owner. They seemed to talk for a moment. And the man in blue shirt returned to the car with pocketing Kirana's home address which was not far away.

Arriving in front of a house, the taxi stopped. Tristan went down though not too sure if it was Kirana's house. A house that is quite large and classified as luxurious for the size in the village.

Tristan stood at the gate as the taxi he was riding in drove away. The house in front of him looked empty. The door of the house is tightly closed while the gate is not locked. Tristan was nervous, it was inevitable. Until some time he just pecked in front of the fence with a suitcase next to him.

"Who's looking, Mas?" The voice behind Tristan greeted him. Tristan also looked. Although not very familiar he still remembers if the man with a glove and a cocoa shirt in front of him was the person he shook his hand when uttering a qabul ijab a month and a half ago.