The Primadona Malam

Exorbitant!

Subrata continued to grumble when his plane was delayed. The ringing of his phone never stopped. However, when he wanted to answer the call, again the connection was cut off. It was raining so hard that the signal on his phone was gone.

It has been almost an hour of departure of the plane to Jogja had a delay. The reason is because the weather is bad.

No, I don't know what God has a plan. When we leave home, the weather looks fine. There was not the slightest cloudiness, even though the sky was dark due to the night atmosphere. Subrata was getting annoyed.

The old man who still looked steadfast also walked back to the information table.

"Excuse me, Mas. About when will the plane be able to fly?" ask Subrata.

"Sorry, Sir. The weather is so bad tonight. In fact, we get information, there is a rainstorm on the route the plane was about to go. We ourselves do not know when the rainstorm will stop" said the young man standing guard in the information section.

"What does that mean ... can't be predicted anymore, when will the plane leave?" tanya Subrata wants to confirm the answer.

"We'll see in an hour, sir. If the weather is still unstable as well, maybe the flight is delayed until tomorrow" the information officer replied.

"What?!"

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Kania was still pacing back and forth in the living room, making the father link his eyebrows together. His son, however, was still focused on watching TV. Although occasionally glancing towards Kania.

"Sit, Nduk! I'm dizzy to see you pacing around so. Ono opo to, Nduk? Ket maeng kok yo ketoke not calm ngunu?" (What's up, kid. How did you look worried?)

Darma asked the princess only.

"This, Mr. .. mas Kusuma from earlier could not be contacted. Nia was worried something happened to her," Kania replied.

"Hmm .. maybe your bojom again in the plane, Nduk. That's why his phone is off. Take it easy," continued Darma.

"Yes, sir .. I hope. Uuh, just be careful if until he does not celebrate his Eid here," snorted Kania felt annoyed.

Ahsan could only sigh. If his father doesn't come tonight, it means he will be celebrating Eid without his father.

"Astaghfirullah .. Even the atmosphere of the orphanage still feels warmer than in this mansion," Ahsan grumbled, passing away from in front of his grandfather and mother.

"Where are you going, Le?" ask Damar to his grandson.

"Ahsan sleepy, Mbah. Ahsan wants to go to sleep, afraid of the misfortune of praying ied, tomorrow," Ahsan said.

"Oh yeah, get some sleep!" continued Damar.

For a moment, the man whose age was already above the seven heads, could only take a deep breath. He was concerned to see his grandson's reaction. Since his wife died, the grandson has become even more quiet. His days were spent only in rooms to learn the qiraat.

"Ahsan left definitely because she felt disappointed with her father, sir," Kania said.

"Already, let it go, Nduk. His name is also children. Tomorrow he must be cheerful again" replied Damar.

"Ish, Father. Ahsan is no longer a child. It's 22 years old" Kania said.

"Yes, continues?" ask Damar.

"Huh, this is all because of Kusuma. As a father, he was never reliable. That's outrageous!"

Kania grunted in annoyance. And Kania's annoyance seems to have reached its peak.

"Wes to, Nduk, ojo nesu wae (Have a son, do not be angry constantly) you should rest now, let tomorrow morning look fresh. Will we celebrate victory tomorrow? If your boom comes, then Gun will open the door" Damar told his son.

"Yes, sir," said Kania.

The woman, who still looked fresh despite having entered her fifty years, began to climb the stairs to go to her room. In his heart, he continued to grumble about the attitude of the husband.

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Insha Allah ... Insha Allah ... Insha Allah .. you'll find your way. 🎶

The lyrics of Maher Zain's song continue to echo in Niram's room. The lyrics that he made as a ringtone on his phone, suddenly made Niram open both eyes. His lips were slightly pursed realizing that it was still too late to wake up.

Niram turned on the lamp sitting on the nightstand. A second later, he grabbed a cell phone that kept chanting his favorite songs. Niram's forehead frowned slightly when he knew the name of the caller.

"Ish, what did Subrata call me at this hour?" mummy Niram.

Niram is waking up. For a moment, he arranged his sitting position to feel comfortable. Shortly after, Niram picked up the phone from one of his service users.

"Hello, Mum!" greet Niram.

"Where are you?" Subrata raises no-nonsense questions.

"I'm at home, Mas" replied Niram.

"Hmm, great! I thought you were serving the striped-nose men, "snouted Subrata on the other end of the phone.

Niram. His heart ached hearing such words that lowered his pride. However, Niram was unable to recite the cynical sentences that were thrown out for him. Because in fact, Niram's profession as a comfort woman, has made her pride destroyed unceremoniously.

To the people, Niram is just trash. Not a few people sneered and even insulted him. Including the striped nose men who tasted his body.

"Why silence? Getting angry?" ask Subrata across the phone.

"Hhh .. I'm not angry, Mas. I'm aware of my own work. However, if Mas called me just to insult, sorry .. I don't have time to serve him," said firmly, Niram.

"Haha,... Niram-niram ...."

I heard a loud laugh from the end of the phone. Laughter filled with ridicule. However, Niram was still trying to ignore him.

"Yes, it does not need to be discussed anyway," continued Subrata. "Come to the Grand Hotel, right now!"subrata Command.

Niram's forehead frowned when he heard Subrata's command. Hmm, why did he give orders to me? Wasn't he on his way back to Jogja?" inner Niram

"I'll wait an hour. You should be at this hotel!" firmly Subrata, give back orders.

"Sorry, Mas, Niram can't" replied Niram.

"Hey ... What do you mean you can't?" tukas Subrata who was a little surprised to hear Niram's answer.

"Niram's working hours are over. After all ... why did Mas send Niram to the hotel, while Mas himself was on his way home to Jogja?" chirps Niram.

"Aircraft delay. Flight is likely delayed until tomorrow. Come quickly and accompany me!" Subrata gives the command.

"Can't, Mom!" reset Niram.

"But Why? What's the reason you can't come?" subrata Urge.

"My babysitter has gone home, so I can't leave my son alone at home" Niram said.

"Huh, I told you a long time ago .. keep your son in the orphanage! That way, you won't have any reason not to serve me!" subrata shouted, sounding an annoyed grunt.

Hearing unreasonable remarks from his customers. Niram was getting angry.

"Your path, Mas!" exclaiming Niram who for a second then turned off his phone connection.

Niram looked at the baby who was still sleeping so soundly. At a glance, old memories flashed back in his memory. Memories of when he did not want the child were again present in Niram's memory.