
Sukma was amazed to see the contents of Farida's house wider than his shadow. Indeed, the house looks ordinary from the outside, but if you go into it, it will look one room without a partition used to receive guests as well as a television room. On the left side, there are two rooms next to each other. Farida told Sukma to sit on one of the ancient wooden chairs, which on top had a green foam coated in leather. Next, the woman went into the front room, promising Sukma to bring the doll Susan in question.
Feeling bored, Sukma took a walk at Farida's house. He moved to the television room. The objects there are quite ancient and antique. A table of not so high size, used Farida to put a TV old school that has an antenna on it. Beside him was a glass cabinet filled with glasses and antique dishes. Next, Sukma looked through some photos that were displayed on the outer wall of the second room. A picture of Farida, her sister, with her parents. Sukma was amazed to see the harmonious portrait of Farida family, so terbesit in his mind will longing for Pak Risman, Bu Inah, and Atikah.
"Eh, you are here apparently," said Farida surprised Sukma.
The little girl was aghast, then turned her body. "Aunty? Since when is it here?"
"Today," said Farida smiling knot. "Here, Susan's doll."
Both eyes of Sukma sparkled. His heart did not stop in awe, looking at the exact same doll as Maurin's. He took the doll from Farida's hand and hugged her.
"Thank you, Auntie. Finally the doll's back."
"Together, Sweet Child. Oya, from now on Auntie does not know your name. What's your name?"
"Sukmas."
"Sukmas? Nice name," said Farida, stroking the little girl's head. However, moments later, his hand was immediately flicked because it felt electrocuted.
"Well, if Susan's doll comes back, will Maurin come here?"
"Hopefully so. If you think this doll looks like Susan, she must be here."
"Gaziness!"
"Yes, now we eat, yuk! You must be hungry, right?"
"Yes, Aunt. Well then, I brought this doll while eating, yeah. Can you, right, Auntie?"
"Of course, honey."
The two rushed towards the dining room that was behind the walls of the television room. There is a medium-sized dining table with four chairs surrounding it. The sukma was assisted by Farida to sit down. Apparently, on the table is available a basket of rice along with side dishes. Farida took out two dishes, then filled one of them for the little girl.
"Sukma, what side dish do you want to wear?"
"I like capcay, fried tempeh, same peyek."
With pleasure, Farida took the side dishes that Sukma wanted. Next, he gave the plate containing the food to the little girl. Sukma looked happy and ate voraciously. His eyes sparkled, like only now eating very delicious food.
Farida followed a meal with Sukma. They sit facing. Sukma, who remembered the family photo that was plastered in the television room, ventured to open the conversation.
Farida's face turned sad when asked by Sukma about his family. After swallowing the food in her mouth, the woman said, "Mother and Aunt are gone. They are already old. Dad died of a stroke, and mom had a heart attack."
"Then, Auntie's sister?"
"She was married and taken by her husband. After marriage, she never came here again."
"Then, does Auntie have a husband? Or a kid as big as me?"
Farida took a deep breath, then looked at Sukma while making a smile. "Aunty's husband is dead. He died in an accident. That's why Auntie lives alone."
"Oh, so."
"But Aunt is not lonely anymore. 'There's you who's making a aunt now."
A smile was drawn on Sukma's lips. Despite only getting to know Farida a moment ago, the little girl was very comfortable being nearby. His warm and friendly attitude, made Sukma forget about the house where he should go home.
Unlike Sukma who was happy with Farida, Bu Inah was worried about her youngest daughter. Since Atikah reported that Sukma did not participate in teaching, Bu Inah's heart was not calm. He was worried that Sukma was kidnapped and sold to irresponsible parties. His young age, very prone to be the victim of the abomination of bad people.
Now, the night that should be a time of rest, it turns tense when Sukma never returns. Mr. Risman with the driver and security guard who works at Hilman's house, looking for Sukma around the compound. Even with Hilman, who feels very responsible for the safety of his employee's family. By car, he went down the street, looking for Sukma to every merchant.
Hilman and Farah. The woman actually felt uncomfortable with the search for Sukma conducted by all male employees and her husband. According to him, the attitude of the people at home for the loss of Sukma is very excessive. He also without hesitation came to the pavilion. From the terrace, it appears that Bu Inah was crying as he pleased, accompanied by Atikah who tried to calm his mother.
"Heh, Mum Inah! No need to be lebay, why? He will also return home by himself. Tell my husband and the other staff to go home. Poor thing, tomorrow he has to work again," Farah's cerocos folded both hands.
"But what about my son Farah's fate? Poor thing, he's a kid. What if he's starving out there? What if you get hurt by bad people? I'm afraid, Mom," said Ms. Inah in a trembling voice.
"It's your own fault, you're not taking care of the child! Anyway, if the najai boy is awaited. Not that it was left."
"I want it to be, too, Mom. But there's still a lot of work at Mom's house."
"Then tell your firstborn to wait for him. That's just a bother. Do not cry, do not cry! What's the point, anyway, poor boy like that Sukma? Most also if the wildness of the night, only considered a vagrant child. If you are hungry, then someone will love you."
"Enough, Auntie!" the Atikah is angry. "This aunt has no love at all, yes, as good as me. Even so, he's human too, he's still a kid."
"How dare you get old!" snapped Farah shakes Atikah's head, then glances at Bu Inah. "Mom, teach this mother's son! From Sulu I do not like this child. Bring bad influence with Albi."
Bu Inah, who was initially saddened by Sukma's disappearance, turned upset to see Farah's rude attitude towards Atikah. For a moment, he rubbed the head of his eldest daughter, then stood staring intently at his master. After all, Mum Inah is still human. He did not accept if his pride was stepped on as low as Farah.
"Have you been content to insult my children, Mom? If you are not willing to help, you better go home! Just this time I found people have no heart" said Bu Inah in a flat tone. His eyes seemed to threaten Farah to quickly shut up.