The Head of Book Nails
Eps.43 Miss
Raka enters the small house where she grew up and lives together with her parents.
Looking around the contents in the house that is still the same as when a few months ago he left.
Joni really takes care of her parents' house very well.
Close your eyes to remember the times together with Dad and his Mother.
Raka stepped towards the glass cabinet in the living room.
His outstretched hand opened the glass door, grabbing the photo frame located in Sana with a slightly shaking hand.
Raka looked at the photo where there was Dad, Mommy and herself when she had just graduated High School.
Recalling Raut a happy face mixed with pride both of his parents as he managed to become the first ranker in the school.
The photo was taken in front of the school before returning home after Raka got sincerity.
Even then Tama immediately brought him to eat at a restaurant that was luxurious enough to celebrate all that.
Gently rub the frame with the already foggy eyes, then store it again very carefully.
Raka switched to the dining room precisely on a small dining table with four chairs that are still very wide today.
The sound of laughter in the morning while they were having breakfast together rang in his ears.
Looking up to dispel the tears that have been urgent want to come out.
Longs....Raka misses both her parents very much right now.
Taking a deep breath then exhaling slowly, trying to relieve the tightness that he suddenly felt.
Looking to his right side as he felt a gentle swipe on his shoulder.
Mpok Isah smiled gently, strengthening his adopted son.
He knew exactly what Raka was feeling right now.
" Sit down, Mpok made coffee want?" Mpok Isah took Raka to the sofa in the living room.
Raka nodded, "Raka wants to go to the room for a while" he said then walked towards the second floor.
Raka went into her parents' second room.
He could see all the belongings of Father and Mother were still neatly arranged in place.
Only clothes that Rama had donated to people in need, Raka only left a few strands in the closet.
Some time Raka just stood up and watched the contents of the room, reopening all the beautiful memories with her parents.
Feeling that enough was enough, he walked towards one of the drawers on the edge of the bed.
Opening it and taking one of the keys, he turned towards the door next to the bathroom.
Raka looked at various monitors, as soon as she entered her father's office and where she played and studied as a child.
There is a large desk in the middle of the room with a black work chair.
Raka rubbed the corner of her eyes that felt wet, she walked towards the work desk and sat on her father's work chair.
When he was a child he loved to sit on his father's lap and watch what Tama was doing here.
The shadow as he studied with Tama instantly invaded his memory, making his chest feel claustrophobic again.
Raka felt softly at the table in front of her, switching on the keyboard that her father always used.
His gaze was distracted by the photo frame in the corner of the table.
Raka smiled looking at the photo of a beautiful woman in simple clothes holding a 5-year-old boy.
" Mother is beautiful.
Raka leaned back her body, closing her eyes to remember all the good memories with her parents.
When his father was alive, in this place he was wrought with various computer programs and all kinds of business lessons that he had to learn.
Raka looked to the right side where the various books were neatly stored in the glass cabinet that soared up to the ceiling of her house.
It used to be books that his friend played and studied, his father always gave him one book, then told him to read and learn yes, after that summarize it and leave it to Tama for value.
When it is finished, Tama will give one more book as a task for him, and continue so from he is still SD to High School, while after that Raka is taught more practice by Tama.
That is also why he does not have many friends, because indeed he never had time to just play or hang out with them.
At first he always wondered, why Tama taught a variety of skills that he thought would be useless.
He even asked Tama directly. Because it feels saturated but Tama just answered.
" Just do what I tell you to, someday you'll know too, and this is all for your own good "
Raka did not hilariously ask again after several times he only got the same answer.
But now that all the questions have got the answer, it turns out this is the purpose of Tama galvanizing him from childhood.
Raka can't imagine how she would be right now if she didn't obey her father.
Perhaps he had given up or even died before the war.
Raka turned on the computer in front of her, then turned on all the monitors that filled the wall before her.
Raka looks busy with the computer and monitor in the room, her eyes continue to focus with her fingers busy typing on the keyboard.
Every now and then he stops to read the information he finds or remember the lessons from Tama that he seems a little forgotten.
Raka does not just want to visit, but he has another purpose behind the reason.
Raka knows for sure that his father keeps all the important data regarding all the problems here.
It's just that Raka doesn't know exactly where Tama keeps all that, and that's going to be her job now.
An hour passed by and Raka could not find what she was looking for, but she also found some very surprising things there.
Starting from all the data about the company and the headquarters that Tama forms and it turns out that Tama has even been in contact with the mafia where he trained first.
All that Raka got from all the information that Tama stored in her computer.
Even Tama had sensed that someone had always overcome him a few days before the accident occurred, and Tama had also suspicious someone.
Taking a deep breath then exhaling his coarse, dampened the shock he was feeling.
The sound of knocking on the door made Raka instantly turn off the system inside her computer and instantly all the monitors in the room were off.
Raka got up from the chair, walked out, locked the door and then opened the door.
" Ka, dinner came "
Joni was standing outside the door.
" If so, let's go down by chance I've also laper nih" said Raka out of his parents' second room and then closed and locked the door again.
All this time Raka's room and the main room were always in the lock, so only Raka could get in and out of there.
Joni only comes in once a week to clean up and that too must be on Raka's orders.
Joni always asked permission before entering the room.
" Wah.. kayaknya delicious" exclaimed Raka with sparkling eyes to see the food in front of him.
It was not the usual luxury food he ate, just a simple cuisine that was bought from his subscription padang stall first, complete with chili and boiled cassava leaves.
" I'm sorry bang lama, ngantri first" said Rendi who just came out of the bathroom near the kitchen.
" No papa kok Ren, just relax " replied Raka while washing hands in the sink.
Raka immediately sat down on the carpet after washing her hands.
" Gini food doang loe splashy really Ka.! it must be that every day you eat better than this, right.?" ask Mpok Isah while preparing food for Raka.
" It is precisely this that makes Pok kangen "answer Raka received a plate that already contains rice with rendang side dishes and was killed with a supporting sauce, Raka said, do not forget on the edge there are boiled cassava leaves and sambal ijo.
That is Raka's favorite menu when eating rice padang.
Mpok Isah already knows very well Raka's favorite.
" Thank you Pok" he said again.
" Wealthy people are different" said Joni saw Raka strange.
Raka just smiled and started eating with her hands.
They eat together by sitting on the carpet in the living room.
Not because in the house there is no dining table, but Raka indeed prefers to eat such a lesehan compared to the dining table.
This was the other side of Raka that even Grandpa and Leo did not know.
Only the people who were with him before he became president knew that.
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