Santri Famiglia's

Indonesian Language International

From the direction of international arrival, a white-haired man walked over. She is still relatively young, she has just turned twenty years old, but that is the natural color of her hair. His ocean-blue eyes dived into the airport plain, looking for a figure he might be familiar with while attaching a smart phone to his ear.

"Mr Demyan!"

A very neat-looking man exclaimed as he ran small, approaching the man in a jacket with an ice skull image that combined nicely with the letter LC on the back. At that moment, the phone was closed. The man was sure no one was wrong.

The man in the jacket of the genie who felt called stopped his steps, turned around. An unknown person stood there. Without asking, Demyan could guess who had just called out his name.

"I don't think the national language of Italy has changed to Indonesian." Demyan laughed while returning the smartphone to a small sling bag.

"No, Mister. Our language is still the same. Only, we are required to master Indonesian. Sorry, I don't speak Russian. So, I decided to talk to you in Bahasa Indonesia because he said you are very proficient in this language" replied the man.

"Oh, so. Big boss is weird. Since when was he crazy about Indonesian until everyone was told to learn Indonesian? Does he want to make Indonesian an international language?"

"It's actually because of Little Cassava Boss."

"Cassoon Boss?"

Demyan did not understand what the Little Cassava Boss had to do with the mandatory demands of Indonesian language applied for approximately five years in his organization based in Russia. He had never heard of this Little Cassava Boss before. If Gafrillo as a big boss who is respected by the whole world alone can submit to Little Cassava Boss, it means this figure is a figure who has a higher position.

"Is this why I was sent here?" inner Demyan.

"long story. What if we talk while walking? You must be tired after traveling far."

"OKAY. I really want to hear about this Little Cassava Boss. Looks interesting."

"Do you want me to bring the suitcase?"

"No need."

"Let's follow me then!" take the man who then diikufi Demyan while dragging a suitcase.

The man also explained who the Boss of Little Cassava in question aka Sanubari. This story began about seven years ago. Aeneas sometimes did bring some of his men to occasionally visit home. There, Aeneas shows Sanubari.

They were not ordered to approach, but the child by itself approached when it realized its presence. Sanubari cheerfully invites them to play, forcing them to eat and buy cassava cheese. Sometimes they also have to hear Sanubari speaking in elusive Italian. These things happen to anyone who has ever stopped at the lake Garda villa without exception.

Until Sanubari said, "This is not fair. I've just learned your language. These uncles should have also studied my language. We're friends have to understand each other, don't we?"

It just so happened that Aeneas heard the conversation of his beloved son with his subordinates. Since then the information to learn the Indonesian language was echoed. Sanubari has also responded to Russian-language messages from its affiliates. The content of the message is an order to speak Indonesian because it is troublesome if you have to learn many languages.

Initially only subordinates Aeneas required to learn Indonesian. After that event, almost all associations under Aeneas are also required to master the Indonesian language if they want to continue to communicate. After a stroke, the little boy had sent a similar message to all the contacts of important figures stored on Aeneas' phone.

The incident of the message made Kelana and Aeneas massage his forehead. No one protested anyway. They even replied to the message and stated that they would willingly apply the advice of Sanubari who was considered to be Aeneas. However, Aeneas is worried that Sanubari will carelessly send another message. Order to keep Sanubari away from smart phones. However, mandatory Indonesian language commands that have been spread are not abolished.

Demyan dumbfounded. Little Cassava Boss whom he had thought of as the highest figure above the big boss was apparently only a boy who was three years younger than him. He did not expect that a prank message from a small child could bring a big change. In just less than a decade, the message was able to make almost all the people of the world can speak Indonesian. Especially those from the underworld.

This is surprising information as well as refreshing. Aeneas has never made any comments about his family on social media. The news of him having a wife and children is not yet known to many people, except those who have been in conflict with him and subordinates based in Italy.

*****

That night, Damiyan met Aeneas. They sat facing each other in one of the tallest buildings in Verona.

"I'm just asking for the best man. I didn't think I'd get the next candidate" said Aeneas, putting his drink back.

"Ah, it seems like just a regular fruit juice. I thought wine, "Inner Damiyan sipped his drink and replied, "Say grandfather, you ask a person who is fluent in Indonesian, easy to get along with young people, deft and very reliable. I am the only one who fits that criteria. That's why I was sent here."

Damiyan smiled confidently while watching the glass of drink in hand. He wondered what he had just drunk. This was the first time he had ever tasted such a drink.

"Why keep drinking? No like?" asked Aeneas who was watching him.

"Ah, it's not like that. It feels so refreshing and delicious. Is this the latest kind of wine?"

Aeneas smiled then replied, "It's just a regular dragon fruit cider. I haven't had an alcoholic drink in a long time."

That habit he had stopped since Sanum and Sanubari lived with him. He once kept a lot of stock at home. However, the clueless Sanubari accidentally drank it. As a result, Sanum disposed of all the supplies. Every day the woman lectured, forbidding him from touching the liquor. Aeneas obeyed his wife's wishes without protesting again.

"Oh." Damiyan was still looking at his drink.

"Lan, did you give me the file?"

"Already, Mr. Aeneas. I've sent the data to Damiyan's phone. I also brought the print file. It's!" Kelana handed over a map to Damiyan.

Damiyan put down the glass and opened the contents of the map.

"Your job is to look after the boy. Follow him wherever he goes, watch from a distance, not to be caught! Help him when he's desperate! For the rest, let him act as he pleases and deal with his own problems" Aeneas explained seriously.

Damiyan mustard heard Aeneas' command. He read the data and looked at the photo of the Little Cassava Boss he had just heard this morning. The photo was very similar to Aeneas even though the hair color of the two was different.