Stay with me, Ken!

Fatmas

Miss Ros was shocked, when she was cleaning the living room while watching TV, there was news about the discotheque raids.

It was not the news of the raid that caught the attention of Ms. Ros but when the disco owner's face was highlighted by the camera, Ms. Ros was able to recognize the face, even though she was wearing a mask.

"Sounds it Miss Mary?"

Ms. Ros continued to listen, until she mentioned the name of the perpetrator, she was more and more convinced it was a person she knew.

Miss Ros rushed to Al's room. He wanted to tell her what he had just seen in his former candidate.

"What's wrong?" al asked as he opened the door for Ms. Ros.

"On the patrol there was a discotheque boss who was arrested by the police" said Ms Ros.

"What's up with the discotheque boss? You know?" Ask Al curiously.

"He is Fatma's master!"

"Fatma?" al was confused. He scrunched his forehead.

"Fatmatun Nissa, Ken's mother,"

"Oh," muttered Al while dumbstruck.

"Al hurriedly ran down, but the impression that meant Bu Ros had changed ads. He breathed a disappointed breath.

"Did you remember her name?"

"Yes. Maria Kurnia,"

"Deg...," Al's heart beats hard.

He opened his phone. Look for the same news on the internet with the focus of the more dominant image of Maria.

"This is what mom meant?" Al thrust his HP into Bu Ros. He was still clueless and hoped it wasn't the same person.

'yes, Son. This is Miss Maria, master .... I used to work next to his house and that's where I knew Ken's mother,"

"Oh..," Al muttered long while nodding his head.

"Mom also know dong with her husband Maria?"

"Yes, he trades perfume at the shophouse which is also where he lives. His name is Mr. Kadir, of Arab descent,"

"Yes, Mom. I'm going there. Maybe he can give us a clue where Ken's mother is? At least they know Ken's mother's hometown,"

"Yes, Son. May there be a bright spot" said Ms. Ros.

Al called Om Ryan and asked him to get ready. Al will pick her up at the apartment in a while and want to take her somewhere. Al also told Ken the same thing.

"I've got to take Om Ryan, I forgot the way to the Perfume-man's house,"

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"This benchmark, from the international SD continues to be about 200 meters there is a turn, we are back. Well that's the kitchen," Om Ryan who sat in the back seat gave instructions.

"What else happened to Mr. Kadir, do you intend to help Maria? ask Om Ryan.

"No, it's another matter. Nothing to do with that woman,"

"Oh.tuh After the substation there is the biggest house. Inglet right?"

"Yes if you're here anyway inget,"

Ken who sat next to Al just kept quiet, he listened to Al chat with Om Ryan. Al had already told him that they would meet a person who could give a clue as to where his birth mother was.

Ken deg-degan since. If the person in question knows where his mother and family are, then he will soon have a new family.

"What do they look like? Is it possible that after meeting I will still be allowed to stay with my mother?"

"Don't tense up," Al made Ken startled. The daydream's gone.

"We've arrived, let's get down," after parking his car on the shoulder of the road, Al got out of his car. Ken and Om Ryan.

"Eh, there are guests" said Mr. Kadir in shock.

"Corn, Sir. Sorry to bother," Al lowered his head and extended his hand towards the man.

"Let's go in. Al, is this my candidate?" ask Mr. Kadir because he only met this one time with Ken.

"We're gonna have a good meal soon, Bang," said Om Ryan.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm happy then.

They were all seated in the living room. The house is quite spacious, cool, and clean. But it seems like the occupants are not around, very quiet. Ken swept a glance across the space.

On the wall of the house painted white clean it is also no family photos, there is only a very large calligraphy writing and an hour old wall berlafadz Allah.

"Awhile I'll get you a drink, it's not good to talk about a dry skull. He..he...," she said. He went inside and soon there was a woman with a very simple makeup coming up with drinks and cookies that were in a small jar.

"Thank you, Ma'am," Kadir told his assistant.

"Come, get a drink first. It's nastar, tasted," he said again.

"Thank you" said Ryan. He grabbed a cup of warm tea and sipped it slowly. Al and Ken are also following what Om Ryan is doing.

"I came here with Al, he forgot the way to this house" Om Ryan opened the conversation.

"Yes, the loud noise is Al. Yes this is what I have. Thank God enough to take shelter of my son,"

"This is also very good. At this time the Arab merchant housing complex. Don't have MM's money, where to stay here,"

"Sir Ryan can. You are Al, "sold Mr. Kadir.

Al, who had been observing Mr. Kadir, stuttered, looking at each line of the man's face and comparing it to Ken.

"I'm here to ask you about the whereabouts of someone who worked here" Al began to speak.

"Someone who's worked here?" mr. Kadir's eyes are round.

"Yes, Sir. But it's been a long time. About 26 years ago. Name's Fatma. Fatmatun Nissa," Al mentioned the name of the person in his car clearly.

"Fatma?" exclaim Mr. Kadir. The surprise of the man could be read by Al. He's getting stiffer. What can he get from this Mr. Kadir.

"Yes, he's worked here for a long time. Do you know him, Al?" now Mr. Kadir is curious.

"I've never met her, I came here to help Miss Ros find her best friend,"

"Ros, where's Ros?" The man was trying to remember something.

"When Fatma was working here, there was a neighbor's maid close to her. I don't remember his name,"

"Maybe you remember his face, here's his picture," Al thrust his phone towards Mr. Kadir. The man seemed to be struggling to remember something. But he shrugged both his shoulders.

"Okay, I don't remember. I only see it occasionally, during the afternoon they often chat while sweeping the yard," said Mr. Kadir again.

"Why did Ros look for Fatma even to come here?" ask the man again.

"There's a big deal Fatma should know. Bu Ros had been looking for her friend but found no trace of her. He only remembered when he saw Mary's face on TV, the Mary whom he knew as Fatma's master,"

(Connected....... Patience, this is morning. Duh, ga sempet ngedit again🙈)

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