THE MYSTERY OF PAST MATCHMAKING

Help from strangers

"What's wrong, how can I look at it like I'm confused?".

The person I don't know is good or not but he can I ask you please maybe, I thought.

"The wallet and phone I have are missing I didn't meet in my bag. Either fall or disappear, even though my friend's number is there". The tears fell I couldn't stand it. I think I just found out what it's like if it's like this. No one can help me because there's no number I've memorized at all.

"It's using my phone first to call my friend mbak to pick up mbak". Good people can offer that when they meet right now.

"I don't remember the number, I'm confused where else to go. I just came from the village for work but it turns out my fate is not as lucky as I thought". I don't know if I said that in front of the person who offered me help. What wrong prayer I asked for this morning I just want to make my parents and my son happy why so many trials.

"Yes already told the family mbak first, do not make them worry after that can not help me first. I'll find a job tomorrow afternoon". While handing over his phone he said that thing where I just remembered what Dad said last night. I should contact him when I get to Jakarta.

With still as much as I cried because I received the phone and I called my father's number at home. Because it's memorized out of my head so I'm good at pressing the button. The first ring he picked up.

"Hello, with whom? ".

Dad who doesn't know whose number is because of the new number, so he asked like this.

" It's me Dad, Dera. Dera has arrived and this is Santi's number. Because Dera's phone forgot that Dera had not filled it so I borrowed Santi first Dad".

My words were in front of the man. Yes Dad, I went back to Santi's room first Dad. I lied because I didn't want to be asked too much by my father.

There was a sense of pity from the scene before him at this moment. A woman who looks disheveled and frustrated. But he was also surprised because unlike the first he came earlier who looked scared and wanted to cry, maybe because he wanted to look cheerful from the voice so that his family did not offend him. A sense of pity where that woman was younger than him. And somehow he wanted to help her.

"This is my mom, thank you for helping me out. Oya I don't know how to get my friend's current address". Dera said it like that because he didn't know what else to do.

" You're coming with me first, tomorrow we'll find a way out. You wait here I pay first eat you all have me", answered the man who Dera did not know his name. Although Dera is not familiar but he has no choice but to go to the car parked in front of the Padang rice stall earlier.

With the help of the car owner finally a small suitcase belonging to Dera inserted and live he who sat near the driver. Awkward but he had to follow, whether he would sit in the passenger seat as if the helper was instead used as a driver.

"If you may know what your name is?", asked the man who was focusing on driving his car. Cars that look like they are new because the license plate of the vehicle is still white.

" My call is Dera mas, my family and friends used to call it that. If I call myself by whose name?", asked Dera back. He also needed to know the name of the helper at this time. At any time he would say thank you.

" Call me Aran, everyone call me Aran. Oya where you are original, if you may know. Sorry if presumptuous ", asked Aran afraid that he would be considered a curious person. He was also afraid that he would offend his interlocutors. As he looked towards Dera saying that.

"I come from the district in Yogyakarta mas, I came here because of my friend's invitation but because my phone and wallet were missing then I could not find his whereabouts". Dera said what is it that he is difficult to find the whereabouts of his friend.

Finally arrived the car was in the house that I thought was big and good. Put my suitcase out of the back seat and brought in by Mas Aran to the nice house. I was awkward and afraid to finally stop for a while and weigh my decision to enter his house or not. We just found out why he invited me home. Not to mention if his wife won't be mad at me later. My mind is really on him right now.

" Let's go in" said mas Aran who turned to me. I'm still afraid to go inside. Because I didn't move he finally approached me and pulled my hand in. The solution was the most powerful because after that I followed his steps into his mansion.

" She called me because she was holding my wrist with no fear. I was afraid that his treatment would be seen by his family or his wife at least the occupants of his house I thought.

" Had come in and sat here first yes, the door sat me in the guest chair while he himself went back probably to the kitchen. With two cans of panda milk he finally sat in front of me again and creepy it was on me one.

I who was sitting while looking at the whole room seemed to make it tangent too. I seem to be looking for something.

" Dera, I live here by myself what are you looking for?", he said, looking at me who still seemed confused like this. Maybe you can help me clean the house before you get any information about your friend. And for the morning you will take me to the convection business that I lead so that you can quickly buy a phone and tell your family again.

What a kind-hearted Aran, I can accept because he has given me a very nice place to live and work for me to live before finally finding my friend. Though he also did not know me completely why he allowed me to live in this big house. Was he not afraid that I would do something. But I'm sure I won't let him down for helping me.

" But can I still borrow Aran's cell phone every time I want to contact Dad and Mom?", I asked still scared and embarrassed.

I'm sure there's no way that I can buy a phone tomorrow, especially if I haven't worked. Though my condition is that you let me here have to call her 3x a day, I said reassuringly that I wasn't lying to her. To my good helper.

" May Dera, because surely your parents will also be confused if they do not get news from their children. Oya milk later in the drink yes let me take to your room. Let you rest, if you need something my room on the second floor over there point Aran on the way to the room that will be used for Dera. Finally, he had no friends in his big house.

But not for Dera who still tangents why this big house there is no one here. Seen from a very quiet house. She had no domestic help, she thought.

Seeing Dera silent at last Aran patted Dera's shoulder so as not to daydream.

" What do you think Dera".

" Well, nobody gets angry if I stay here. I'm afraid if anyone gets angry with me later". What a poor woe that does not stop his mind thinking continuously.

"I don't have anyone else Dera. And I'll make sure you're safe here. Yes you have taken a shower and rest first do not have to think of anything", After delivering Dera to his room Aran immediately went up to his room to take a shower and rest. Today's work fatigue he felt because of the growing demand from his convection business. As he sat on the porch of his room while turning on a cigarette he was surprised because his phone rang. A new number that he had not yet named when Dera borrowed his phone earlier. As he was going out to call Dera to talk to his father earlier he was surprised because the photo plastered on his phone looks familiar to him. In disbelief, he immediately took a picture figurine in the drawer where he kept the memories of his late father. It was taken from the photo on the phone and the figure he had. There are similarities from what he thought it might just be a different hair change. Because he did not take the call until one call he missed. Heartbeats that he doesn't feel right now. Is that really his father's sister whom he's been looking for. A miracle that he is so grateful for for his life.

" Om Toso and Rini's aunt, I can finally find you this time. This is called fate or soul mate. Which is what Dad asked me to do before he left me to find Om Toso and the aunt. By accident I finally found you. Although Aran knows who Dera's father is but the name on his mobile phone is still called Father Dera to make Dera unsuspecting.

Although Aran knows who the father of the woman he helped but he wants to find out for himself who Dera really is. Afraid that Om Toso will have another child. Because it was from the age of Aran 5 years until he was now 26 he did not get news from the person whose late father told him to meet it. It's the mandate of Aran's late parents to find the brother of his parents. Although only an adopted brother but the relationship between the two families used to exceed the blood relatives. The proof of his father's last request was just that. Until finally he went to Jakarta to look for the news but did not get anything. And therefore he can have a business and live in Jakarta with happiness as it is today.

His phone that rang again by Dera's father's number finally Aran immediately went down to look for Dera. Who knows there's something important for Dera to know as well.