Tak Semanis Sugarcane Is Not Sepahit Coffee
Chapter 13
From the airport I came with my mom and Dilla. After taking our vows we met Dilla who was waiting outside the building. Dila and my employees greeted me with three bouquets of flowers that I immediately shot. As I recall I've told no one to bring presents.
“Happy brother!” said Dila holding out a bouquet.
“Congratulations to you too.”
I turned to stare at my employees, especially at the Stars who showed off their rows of teeth.
“There will be a pay cut as it seems.”
“Mbak says we can not bring gifts and we do not bring gifts, we buy this there kok ask the same mbak Dila if not believe.”
“You must have planned all this. Already, come on photo.”
Dad told me how scared my mom was on the plane on the way to the studio for a photo together. Mama doesn't even stop dhikr sangkin fear him. If it wasn't for my graduation, my mom wouldn't have come to Bandung.
Hearing the story of the father so remembered, in the past if watching there was news of the plane falling or the ship sinking mama always said “From going-away to get on a plane falling and getting on a sinking ship mending silence at home. Although at home dead but at least can be seen the body.” I like to laugh when my mom says that, a really big mind.
Not to mention if you hear of a collision. When invited to go for a walk mama will immediately say “No need, mending at home rather than the streets continue kayaking at tipi-tipi.” As a result, if you want to take the mama for a walk, you have to debate first.
Even though she was afraid, she never banned her children from traveling. The only one who likes to forbid is Dad. Although the first point fathers forbid is because that goes girls are not men.
We arrived at the studio of his acquaintance Bintang. First take family photos, photos with employees and then photos with family and employees. After ten photos and asking to be printed according to the number of employees plus three, we left the studio to the cafe on the second floor which I ordered to eat with employees and family.
I asked him why not just eat at my cafe. The cafe is closed because my employees are obliged to come to a happy event once in my lifetime.
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Congrats!
I frowned confusedly receiving a message from a number I didn't know about.
Thank ye. Sorry, who is this?
One minute
Five minutes
Ten minutes
Thirty-five minutes
Until we all finished eating and came home and I went to dinner with the family and went home again but still there was no answer. I frowned increasingly confused. I'm not usually curious about messages from unknown numbers.
I sent back a message asking who but until I was closed and woke up in the morning I still did not receive an answer.
“Kak, when to go back to Medan again?”ask Dila as we gather for breakfast.
“Plan two weeks away. Brother wants to take care of the resignation letter and try to enter a job application at a university in Medan.”
“Why not here?” ask dad.
“Because my father and mother are old, if there is anything and Dea again far from you guys is difficult to be. Dea also wants to open a kayak cafe business in Bandung. Cafe read, after opening a bookstore and mini library.”
“Dila want to tell you something.”
All eyes were on Dila who took out the paper from behind the tablecloth.
“Dilla gets college scholarship in France.”
“Serious?” my lot is full of happiness.
“Woah, this should be celebrated.”
“But, Dila with no intention of grab.”
“Why? About your cost of living or whatever let brother take care of, you focus on college. If you can there you try to be a tour guide to help.”
From the time Dila High School always wanted to go to Prancil, college there. I rarely buy French books. In terms of dictionaries, the story that uses French and even the map of the city of the Eifel tower is I give it to him.
Hearing Dila succeed in achieving her dream is my own happiness.
After breakfast Dila came with me to the cafe. His eyes captured the frame of Keisya's photo that I deliberately displayed in my room. The photo of Keisya I took while we were eating grilled corn on the beach with the sun starting to come home from the contest.
“Who's this, sis?”
“Oh, keishah. My friend's son.”
“Kok sister pajang?”
“Nothing, funny face, make laugh.”
Dila smiled touching the fringe of the frame and led her to the sofa. “Sister don't have a special person here?” asked Dila who made me stop the dance of my fingers from the laptop keyboard.
“Why is that? You want to get married?”
“Salah not if sister still loves Naufal?”
“Not wrong, but it would be wrong if you do not want to have a partner if not he who is a sister partner. That's selfish of his name.” Dila put a picture of Keisya back on the desk.
“Dila want to take a walk. Sister here only, I need something to photograph and put on social media.”
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I was walking home when I saw Tasya holding a boy and ordering food. My knuckles are furrowed to make sure that it's Tasya, Naufal's late sister. And the red-hooded woman who was holding the boy and ordering the food was Tasya.
“Mbak Dea?”
“Tasha?” I hugged her. Smiling rubbed the head of a boy who looked like he was 2 years old.
“Keano, greetings aunt Dea, this is sister mama.” Keano smiled and extended his hand.
“Mbak healthy?”
“Alhamdulillah healthy. Getting healthier after meeting you. Your son?”
“Iya, Ma'am. Mommy already have a child?” I smiled gently.
“Clara, this mbak order is free yes!”
“Free?”
“Iya. Come sit there we.”
Tasya sat beside me. Put Keano next to him.
“This cafe mbak?”
“Iya, later if you come here do not have to pay.”
“Still, mbak. Bankrupt dong if the canal comes do not pay. You want to go home or what?”
“So want to go home, but see you mbak be a person to chat a lot. You live in Bandung or how?”
“Iya, Tasya lives in Bandung with her husband. Mama died two years ago when Tasya gave birth and a year later dad followed.”
“Innalillahi wainna ilaihi raji’un.”
“Mbak how? How many kids do you have?”
“Mbak is not married.”
“Mami Dea!”
Keisya shouted along with me saying unmarried. Fathan was present at the back with his mother and the woman I had guessed as Fathan's fiancee. That day when Fathan said he was getting engaged the night I went back to Bandung. I gave him a graduation invitation even though he knew he couldn't come. Anyway I took this magister based on her support.
“Children friend mbak and she used to call mbak mami.” Tasya nodded. I don't know what he's thinking. I'm afraid he thinks I'm lying. Lately I've been easily worried about things not necessarily.
“Congratulations yes dear to your graduation. Sorry mom couldn't come.”
“Not a problem, ma. This is Fathan's fiancee?” mama nodded, I smiled extending a hand.
“Dea.”
“Risya.”
“Congratulations for your engagement, good luck until H.” day
“Thank you.”
“Come sit, ma!”
“You've got another guest?”
“No, this is Dea's sister. Dea already wants to go home because mama is again at home so Dea wants to hurry back.”
“Your mom again in Bandung? Mama wants to meet! How about dinner tomorrow?”
“Let's Dea call, ma.”
“Judah if that is so. Contact mama later?”
“Iya.”
Before leaving I asked for Tasya's number to call later. Being here with Fathan and his family was suffocating for me, not to mention that Tasya was also watching.
Keisya stared not liking my departure. I kissed her forehead and gave her the lollipop at the cashier. Although she refused Keisya and accepted and let me go.
