The Girl At The Club That Night

Hadi Yanwar

FOLLOW, RIGHT? DON'T FORGET LIKE!!!

The statue, as if Caca's shadow were there. He stared at me while not letting go of that hand maintaining self-esteem.

I smiled, stroking her plain face before being completely swept away by the brownish clear coating paint. Not to forget I also incised some bruises on the face, exactly like what was found when he was first rescued.

Caca, do you know? Every time you miss, always expect you to come and smile beautifully. Although there may be someone else on your side at the moment, not the least he can replace your position in your heart.

Ca, this is Abang make a statue for you, exactly with the look when we first met. Brother deliberately made it with the exact same size and shape, so that one day when you see it, you will know that this is special made by Brother for you.

Caca, it seems that there is only hope that later this statue can reach you. There is someone who wants it and Abang can not refuse, because there is also a responsibility for the resilience of the business that Wa Made pioneered a few years ago. There is no family that you have today other than Laksmi, daughter of Wa Made who is already considered as her own sister.

Ca, the girl who is always in the heart of Brother, please permission yes, Brother wants to slip the initials of the two of us in this statue, hoping that someday we can meet again. You write now, you're not angry, are you?

This hand grabbing a carving knife with the smallest size. Incised the initials AA right on the supporting part of the statue. Then let the golden paint flow freely, forming two equal initials.

I LOVE YOU CACA ....

It seems that forgetting someone is not as easy as imagined. Although always trying, but often failures that befall. Moreover, everything I engrave today is always related to him.

At lunchtime, we had guests from Jakarta. He was Hadi Yanwar, who at that time was interested in my statue that was posted by Laksmi.

We both shook hands warmly. He brought a girl, maybe his daughter. The girl looked pale and not glowing.

"Ah, Mr Hadi Yanwar?"

"That's fine. You ... the sculptor of the woman, right?" he pointed while smiling.

"Ah, that's right. Please sit down."

"Haha, no problem. This is my daughter, her name is Jessika Yanwar."

The girl held out her hand and felt so cold. Even the slightest smile that he emitted had no beauty. He's like a lethargic, powerless.

"Your daughter ... Is she sick? Sorry if I'm sassy."

The look on Hadi Yanwar's face was slightly moody. "really so. He had liver cancer for a long time. A few months ago I found the right donor, but then the guy disappeared, don't know where."

He sat with his daughter on a wooden chair.

"How can it be lost?" I scrunched my forehead. And a moment of gratitude to Laksmi who prepared dishes for the guests.

"Maybe it's not a soul mate yet" he said. "This ... daughter of the original owner?"

"It's so thick."

Laksmi then joined despite just sitting and not talking much.

"Actually this is indeed the original owner, I am only the manager. Coincidentally .. we still have kinship ties."

"Oh, so? But apparently, even if you're a match, it's quite compatible."

Suddenly it made Laksmi blush embarrassed. I just smile without overreacting.

"Oh yes, by the way related to the statue posted at that time, is it ready?"

"New finishing. Maybe in a few hours. Please enjoy the atmosphere first."

"Ah, okay. There is a possibility that I will also stay at a nearby hotel, later tonight we will be here again. I forgot, what's your name?"

"Alvin Yanwar."

"Alvin Yanwar?"

Brow wrinkled. He seemed a little surprised that I didn't really know why. The man in front of me immediately changed his facial expression to normal. What's wrong with that name? Is it because our last name is the same?

"Let's just calm, I'm an orphan."

The night had arrived and was star-studded when Mr. Hadi Yanwar was sitting on a wooden bench that was usually available in front of the gazebo. Look at the sky, like I've ever done.

Maybe if ordinary people saw this, they would think that we were both Father and son. Yes, that's what I expected. Undeniably, the presence of the figure of the father was indeed a long time ago I craved.

Often in school, when other children defended by their father just because of a child's game accident, I can only hide behind the back of a mother who never trembled to defend her son. Being two figures at once, of course it is not easy.

Although many people say that I think I am a fierce person, but for me he is a good Mom and Dad figure. Never snapped, even though I did the worst mischief.

I once asked about the presence of a father in my life. He just answered ....

"Father is Mother, because Mother can also be Father. They need two people to be that figure, but you only need one. So who's better here?" His face was always soft and full of smiles when he said that.

Also, maybe Mom was tired because the question was always repeated until I was in High School. He just answered while breathing deeply.

"Your father has been dead since you were in the womb. That Bima father, he takes care of you, he's your father."

That last answer, enough to make me shut up and not dare to ask about Dad again. How can, over the years, you be able to be two figures at once?

If I was in his position, could I? Loss also feels so tight, sebak in the chest. I let out a long sigh and pressed the corner of the eye when the warm touch touched the shoulder.

"I also had a son. If he's still around, he's probably about your age." The man also breathed.

"There was only news that my wife and son were somewhere, but when the place was visited, it was empty. People around say, my son's a boy."

I simply responded by smiling and staring at the interlocked fingers.

"Then my parents betrothed me to his friend's son, the man who is currently my wife, Jessica's mother. We had a child, after three years of marriage. Yes, it is difficult to forget someone, even though it has been many years. It took me two years to get a new marriage."

Let me just be a listener for a moment. It felt close to him, as if we had known him for a few years.

"Son, if anyone is able to love you, keep him as good as possible. Don't disappoint him in a cowardly way. I used to be a looser. Even today, I am still a looser. Too obedient to parents, do not have a life stance. To the point of not knowing where my son and wife are until now."

"But isn't every parent's choice the best, Om?"

"Rubber. That's not wrong. However, we also as men must have principles, never want to follow or set others."

He sighed for a moment, looking up at the sky. "I have long regrets. Always fear the karma that might happen. Let it be, if God wants to punish me, yes ... what can I do?"

We were silent for a moment. There are a few questions for this guy that I kind of care to ask. Why would he give a sketch of a girl's face so similar to Caca's? Does this Mr Yanwar know him?

"Oh, yes, Om."

"Why?"

"The scandal? Do you know that girl?"

For a moment he was silent. "Oh .. haha, that's my son's face."

"Child Om?"

"Yes, Jessica. The one who came here this afternoon."

"Jessica?"

I frowned, equating the shadow of the sketch with Jessica's facial line. It's a bit similar, but not exactly the same.

Ah, maybe I don't need to keep asking strange things about his order. Most people order the form of a leak or dragon when it comes to our place. However, only this time there was a customer who wanted a statue of a girl.

"Oh yes, son. If you find someone willing to donate their heart, please let me know. How much I'll pay."

I smiled amusedly. Does he think that the human heart is as easy as a chicken heart?

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