Sorry, Ma!

Tuti Maak

Today Eri is escorted by Argan to a shopping center. His intention to buy some needs was warmly welcomed by the husband.

At first he was a bit surprised because usually Argan would go to the office after they had breakfast together. However ....

"I'll accompany you."

That's how Argan's successful speech made Erianiza's face sparkle until now.

The two were seen holding hands after getting out of the car. Smiles spread at both corners of each lip.

"Aren't you going to wait in the car?" Erianiza asked as Argan came in with her.

"How can I let me shop alone?" said the man while looking at his wife's face from the side.

Eri smelled a smile. Argan has really come back, so his heart admires.

When the two had entered the shopping center, Erianiza immediately asked Argan to take the trolley. While he had already stepped in to choose some items.

The man nodded, then pushed the empty trolley. As he stepped up to catch up with his wife, Argan looked in all directions. Today the shopping center is quite crowded with visitors. Until one hand that landed a pat on his shoulder also made him jerk.

"I don't think it's Sunday" said a man who patted Argan on the shoulder. Her gaze fell on the empty trolley that Erianiza's husband had brought.

"Being off for half a day doesn't matter, does it? Especially to accompany the wife," replied Argan romantic snobs.

The man chuckled, then continued their conversation.

Elsewhere, Erianiza was busy choosing fruits and vegetables. Occasionally his gaze circulated to and fro, looking for the existence of Argan, but the results were nil.

"Is he lost? Ah, no way," the woman muttered as she turned around.

However, at the same time, a woman ran towards him and hit his body until they both fell on the floor.

Both are complaining. However, Eri must have felt more pain because he had fallen, hit the body of the person who hit him as well.

"Mom, I'm sorry" said the woman in her mid-thirties. His breath was hunting.

"No problem" said Eri while trying to get up.

Both are now standing together.

"Help me, Mom." The woman looked begging with a worried face.

Erianiza sontact frowns.

"Please save me, ma'am." The woman again pleaded with a face expression almost crying.

"Okay, calm down, yeah. You why?" Eri tried to calm the woman as much as possible. However, still, the woman's face continued to look back and forth as if she was being chased by a bad person.

"I just escaped hostage, ma'am. Help me," said the woman again.

DEG

Hearing the word hostage, Eri again remembers the fate of Fabia. Hopefully out there, there's a good man who'll save his daughter.

"Come, come with me." Without thinking, Eri immediately pulled the familiar woman's hand towards the toilet.

The woman nodded and followed Eri's hurried-looking footsteps.

"What's your name? And where's your address?" Eri began to ask when they were both already inside the women's toilet.

Before replying, the woman was still trying to normalize her wheezing breath.

"My name is Tuti, Mom. I am from Wonodadu village. I work here as a nanny. But ...." The words of the woman who claimed to be named Tuti were immediately blocked replaced by a small stuffing accompanied by tears.

A tuti? A nanny?

Erianiza seemed to remember something. It felt like he had heard that name.

"Are you Tuti, Rara's nanny?" Eri immediately asked as his memory piece provided a relevant clue.

"Rara?" Tuti suddenly wiped his tears hearing the name. "Rara who, Mom?" He asked because he had never heard the name.

Eri held Tuti's shoulder. "Rara, who lives near the playground. He once asked me to meet his nanny named Mbak Tuti," explained Eri who made Tuti frown.

Because, the child he had taken care of was not named Rara, but Chia. However, the address that Eri mentioned just now, was indeed the address of his employer's house. Because there is no longer a house located near the playground, other than the house of his employer.

"You're Tuti's mother Rara, aren't you?" Eri immediately held onto Tuti's shoulders because the woman did not respond.

"Mom, I ...." Tuti could not continue his words, because Erianiza first cut off his words.

"God is Good, I can finally meet you, Tuti." Eri immediately hugged Tuti as if the woman was the one she had long missed. "Rara must be happy if I can bring her together with you" Erianiza continued.

Tuti seemed to freeze in his place. At this moment, his mind was still filled with the events of the chase between himself and the two men. Luckily, he was able to outwit them, then enter the shopping center.

"Don't, Mom." Tuti looked cloudy.

"Why? You don't want to meet Rara?" Erianiza continued to stare at the woman in front of her without blinking.

"It's not so, Mom." Tuti hesitated to speak. "I .. I was laid off from work before I was kidnapped and held captive by unknown people" she continued with a sad look.

"What's? Terminated? You mean ... fired by your employer?" Eri again charged confirmation.

Tuti simply responded with a nod.

"But ... Rara says you're just coming home, and she doesn't want to have a new nanny." Erianiza recalled Rara's words the other day. The boy she met on the playground.

Tuti did not fully understand the words of the woman he had just met. However, he still tried to appreciate the kind response from the woman.

***

After getting the full address of Chia's nanny, Arun heads straight to the village where the woman lives. He deliberately drove a private car, so that the trip was kept secret.

It takes five hours to reach the destination village. Upon arrival there, the successful rural atmosphere made the man stunned and amazed.

Hills, fresh air, and simplicity are the inviolable patent identities. The development of civilization in rural areas is not as fast as in urban areas. However, living in a soothing environment as Arun saw, made him think to invite the wife to visit the place. But not now. Because he has his own mission to uncover the truth of his assumptions lately.

After thirty minutes on the unpaved road, Arun's car stopped in front of a small shop at the intersection. He turned off the engine, then got off the vehicle.

The view of some people who happened to be shopping at the stall was immediately focused on it. Rarely do people visit their village.

"Good morning" said Arun with a friendly smile.

"Morning," said they all simultaneously, including the owner of the shop.

"Can you help me, Mom?" ask one of the adult women whose makeup is quite menor than others. His smile was made as sweet as possible.

Arun blinked, then replied, "Oh, I want to ask, if you want to go to Mr. Sunar's house, turn left or right, yes?"

"Sir Sunar?" The woman seemed to think for a moment. Because the name of Mr. Sunar in their village there are two people, and the other one has died.

"Sir Sunar is dead, sir? ask the others.

Arun looked confused. Because of the information he received there was no such news.

"Ec ... Mr. Sunar whose daughter is Tuti." Finally Arun uttered the name Tuti so that they could understand his meaning.

"Oh, Mr. Sunaryo .. later you turn right, his house is right next to a large rice field, the paint is blue," explained the owner of the stall who is female. His stature already looked sepuh.

"Okay, thank you, ma'am. Thank you all. I'll take care of it." Arun begs to continue the journey.

After all, Arun, the people in the shop, are still obrolling each other with the theme OF HANDSOME MEN FROM THE CITY. The shop owner can only shake his head to hear the ravings of his buyers.

Arriving at Tuti's parents' house, Arun immediately knocked on the door of the house that was already open.

"Excuse me" said the man. His voice was deliberately made as loud as possible, because the atmosphere in the house seemed very quiet.

With no answer, Arun knocks on the door again by saying the same word.

"Who?" Suddenly a middle-aged woman was walking in shock from the side of the house. His clothes looked dirty in the mud. His hands and feet too. He was planting rice when he heard Arun's voice.

"Include, Mom. My name is Arun." The tall, sharp-nosed man introduced himself.

The woman named Sastri seemed to be remembering something after hearing Arun's name.

"Oh, is this Mr Arun Tuti's employer?" asked the middle-aged woman after remembering the name of her child's employer. Tuti once mentioned Arun's name when telling a story over the phone.

Arun smiled as he nodded as the woman before him instantly recognized his identity.

"Wow, I'm all this filthy shit, sir. Sit down first, yes. I call Mr. Sunar some clean." Bu Sastri asked Arun to sit on a bamboo chair on the porch of their house.

"Good, Mom."

Fifteen minutes later.

"Sorry, there's only this, sir." Bu Sastri put two cups of black coffee and a plate of fried cassava on the table.

Mr. Sunar invited Arun to taste their dishes.

"Actually what needs, so Mr. Arun deigns to come to our cottage?" Mr. Sunar could not bear to not ask because Arun did not also convey his intentions.

"Actually I'd like to see Tuti, sir. Is he home?"

Hearing Arun's question, the couple looked at each other.

"Isn't Tuti still in town, sir? He never came home." Miss Sastri suddenly put on a tense face.