
“Mother Riana, where are you going?” greet one of the teachers, when Riana just turned off her laptop. It's Friday, Friday in English. Or most people change/set it to freeday, aka free days to weekends.
“It's coming home, ma'am. Coincidentally the work is all done,” answered Riana politely while putting the laptop along with the charger and the intension back into the bag.
“Oh, so. But it seems like the mother can not go home quickly, because the children of the mother band (Saras CS), are waiting with someone in the school cafeteria,” said the teacher again.
“Hah? Cs saras? Who are you waiting for me with?” Riana wonder.
“Aduh, do not know yes ma'am, but like the fathers, it looks perlente, like business man so..”.
“Walah, yes I have checked deh bu, thank ya info,” said Riana.
“Iya ma'am, equally,” replied the teacher. Riana immediately passed towards the canteen, just like what her fellow teacher had said earlier. He must know for sure, with whom Saras CS is waiting for him there. Is that maybe his father? But why come here? Does he want to force him to come home and continue to press with his strong ambition? Nah! No way! And it should indeed Riana did not play too much with imagination and hallucinations, mending she made sure of herself.
***
Riana confusedly stared at the figure of the dapper man sitting together with Saras, Andre, Riza and Rachel. Who is that guy? That's not his father. Then, what was the purpose of coming here and waiting for him?
“Pe-Excuse me..” despite being nervous half to death, but Riana had to force herself. The thing was, he was so curious about the purpose and purpose of this foreign man who wanted to meet him.
“Well, that's it sir, Miss Riana is here. It was the teacher who trained and guided us at Student Culture Week yesterday,” Saras said.
“Lho, hi, Riana, here!” welcome the man friendly. Riana was confused, because she did not know who and where this man was from, and why he could also be so familiar with Saras CS.
“Bu Riri, do not be afraid, this is Mr. Dimas, one of the judges of the band in FPBP, also a judge at the Star Online Competition that we follow,” explained Saras. Riana was bearded, but she did not speak a word. His mind was still busy digesting various things, both those that caught his eyes, and those described by his four students.
“You guys are waiting for me here? What's up?” ask Riana at last.
“Not us waiting for mom, but Mr. Dimas. Later mom can chat with him directly, we are just an introduction,” replied Rachel.
“Oh, so... Yes, thank you, children, already want to accompany the guest mother here. By the way, you guys didn't come home? It's like this hour,” said Riana while pointing the watch on her wrist.
“This wants to bu, but not directly go home anyway kanya, want to play first,” Riza grimaced.
“Huh, basic. Yes, but the PR-PR do not forget to be done... From mom class yesterday there was no?” asked Riana pretending to be fierce.
“Iya. Anyway you guys do not forget the same tasks and responsibilities as high school students, yes.” Riana's Message.
“Siap, ma'am pretty teacher. Yes already, we leave yes ma'am, assalamu’alaikum,” saying goodbye to them all, while one by one greeting Riana's hands.
“Iya, hail waalaikum. Be careful..”.
***
Here, in a restaurant on the second floor of a shopping mall. Riana and the man – Mr. Dimas, agreed to continue their chat in this place. More private, he said. Previously, Mr. Dimas meant “mbarengi”, aka giving a ride to Riana with her luxury car. But Riana refused for various reasons, which was actually for the sake of maintaining her own honor, as well as the honor of Mr. Dimas. The problem is, what would people say if a young girl like Riana suddenly went alone and a vehicle with a half-century man like Mr. Dimas? So he decided to follow Mr. Dimas' car with his motorbike, to this agreed place.
“What do you want to order, Riana? Just relax. We are here talking over lunch..” said Mr. Dimas trying to melt the atmosphere.
“Neither sir, thank you. You go first,” replied Riana politely.
“I order sour-sweet gurame yes, he said it's the best menu here. A moment..” said Mr. Dimas while calling one of the servants. Finally, they had decided to order two gurames of sweet acid along with the rice, and two glasses of orange juice as a complement. After the servant received their order and passed away, Riana immediately asked what had stuck in her mind since then, about the sudden arrival of Mr. Dimas.
“Mmm... So, what's the matter, sir?” ask Riana to start.
“You mean?” ask Mr. Dimas back.
“Why you suddenly went to my workplace, then brought me here. Do you need help?” ask Riana.
“No, Riana. I just want to tell a story... Introduce me earlier, my name is Dimas Pramudya, just call me Mr. Dimas, or Mr. Pram, as comfortable as you are. And it's true said the children, I was one of the FPBP judges this year, as well as the Star Competition jury they participated in. I was so curious about your figure as a young teacher who helped the success of those children. After all, I have been connected to you, even long before the two events that finally brought me here, and then met you.” Obviously Mr. Dimas. Riana mangosteen, a little understanding of Mr. Dimas' explanation just now. But he was still confused, how to connect it, to reach the core of the story.
“Did we ever meet before, sir?” ask Riana at last.
“Iya ever, four months ago, in TPU Tanah Kusir..” Riana looked in shock. Not because of the name of the TPU, but about four months ago, and the events that occurred at that time, in that place. Four months ago, at TPU Tanah Kusir, the last place of one's trip..”.
“Elsa Pramudita, of course you remember by that name, right?” ask Mr. Dimas. Riana rounded her eyes. Elsa Pramudita's? Then... What was the relationship between four months ago, TPU Tanah Kusir, Elsa, and the arrival of the present perlente fathers?
“I was there, at the funeral. L am... I'm her father Elsa.”
(BBC).