The Secret With Bad Boy

The anticipated day

The day that Kinanti had been waiting for had already arrived. The day Lukman returned from out of town. Kinanti waited anxiously on the porch of her house. It's eight o'clock and Lukman should be here any minute.

Impatiently waiting for what he missed, Kinanti decided to contact Lukman. He called the man, but his phone was still not active.

“Is dad still on the plane? Message I did not send gini.” Kinanti asked on the screen of the phone she was looking at.

The last message he received from Lukman was this morning. A passionate message for her daughter who is about to leave for school.

“I sent a message aja ya?” that's the decision that Kinanti took. He pressed the recording mode to send a voice message to Lukman.

“Ayaahhh, Where have you been? How is the phone not active?” the voice mail was sent by Kinanti to Lukman.

“Kinan waiting for Dad in front. If you have heard this message, please answer immediately. Kinan has prepared a special dinner for Dad.”

“Be careful on Dad's road, Kinan dear Daddy.”

The three messages were sent by Kinanti via voice mail. The status has not been sent, it looks like Lukman's phone has not been activated.

The gust of the night wind brushed the feathers of the Kinanti. He retreated his jacket and kept walking back and forth on the porch of his house. An hour, two hours he paced back and forth and occasionally sat in a chair uneasily. But it's almost midnight, Lukman still hasn't seen his arrival. While the night was getting more concentrated and Kinanti had evaporated several times.

“What plane Dad delay ya?” the guess was muttering in the cavity of his head.

Kinanti attempted to call Lukman's phone again but remained inactive.

“Dad, where the hell?” Kinanti was getting restless. The longing has turned into anxiety. Kinanti kept looking at the screen of his phone and repeatedly contacted Lukman but still his phone could not be reached.

“Ayaah, make Kinan anxious aja.” Kinanti sat languidly on the porch of her house. He still has no news from his father.

Long wait, Kinanti finally decided to enter the house. He sat down on the dining table chair and looked at the dishes he made. Lukman's favorite chicken soup is cold. The originally fresh sautees are now fully ripe due to the heat effect of the bowl wall. These foods no longer look beautiful.

Finally, Kinanti closed her veil and moved to sit on the sofa. He turned on the television and laid his body there. If it's this hour it turns out that what appears are adult western films that are not yet time for him to watch. Kinanti was forced to turn off the television again looking at the white ceiling of the room.

“Did dad run out of money huh, so can't go home?” that naive thought flashed through his mind. Not wrong actually because Lukman had experienced it.

“But go there to make work. Where might run out of money? Accommodation will definitely be paid for with father's office.” Kinanti continued muttering to herself.

All allegations appeared in his head, until he fell asleep by himself because his brain was tired and oxygen began to decrease.

*****

Morning came and nothing changed. Kinanti fell asleep on the sofa and immediately got up to check on Lukman's room. Empty, just like these few days.

“Dad not go home what?” Kinanti rubbed her eyes which still felt tight. He checked his phone and the message was still not sent to Lukman.

“Ayaaah, Dad where the hell?” Kinanti started to get upset on her own. Lukman has still not been informed, making Kinanti even more worried.

“Where it's noon again. Shower first deh.” Kinanti headed to her room to get ready for school. It's Friday’at and school lessons should not be too heavy. He brought his sports clothes, because today he will exercise.

About half an hour ready and the sound of Kala's motorbike was heard in front of the fence of his house. From the window of his room, Kinanti saw Kala had come and opened the gate. In his hand he carried Kinanti's lunch box. Quite a lot because it seems like he always forgets to return.

Deringan mobile phone was immediately heard when Kala sat on the porch of his house.

“Iya, I'm ready again. Wait a minute ya.” It wasn't long before Kinanti ended the call.

He immediately finished his session. Dress neatly, comb her hair and do not forget, wearing a scarf given by Kala that he has washed and perfumed.

After that he immediately went down to meet Kala.

“Come in,” said Kinanti when opening the door.

“You got bad luck?” Kala noticed the curtains that had not been opened by Kinanti.

“Yes, last night I was waiting for Dad to come home. But I don't think I'm going home today. Also not active.” Kinanti opened the curtains to the left and Kala to the right.

“Maybe the work is not finished.” They switched to the dining table. Kala put some boxes of Kinanti's on the table and sat quietly waiting for Kinanti to prepare breakfast.

“Iyaaa. But since I had plans to work out of town, I felt like I was a little different. Usually as busy as any father's job, Dad must be ngabarin me. Minimum not time. The morning when I wake up, the afternoon when I am there where it continues at night when it is how day I.”

“But now, I rarely send messages to me. My message is also a lot of money. Sometimes I've spam but dad just bales a few hours later. It's strange, very different from the usual father.” Kinanti continued to chatter expressing her feelings.

Kala approached the girl, when he saw Kinanti on her tiptoes in front of the kitchen set. Like I'm going to take something.

“Maybe the work is very much. Or the network there is ugly. What do you want to take?” ask Kala later.

“Please fetch brown jam.” Chat about dad paused by chocolate jam.

Kala's tall body easily picked it up for Kinanti.

“Still.” Kinanti took over the jam and was about to open the lid but it was very difficult. Kala took it back from Kinanti's hand and helped the girl open the bottle cap.

“I can't,”

“Only your strength is not as big as me.” He continued the words he paused.

“Ish, you are! Make bread yourself.” Kinanti put the other side in annoyance.

“Okey, you sit down. Let me have a bikini for breakfast. Certa again about dad.” Kala placed Kinanti in one of the chairs while he continued to smear the bread with jam. He always loved hearing Kinanti's stories about whatever it was.

“Iyaa, I thought, shouldn't I go to dad's office? Who knows if they've heard from Dad. I was worried about it.” Kinanti continued her story.

“Where is your father's office?” asked Kala while feeding Kinanti with a loaf of bread that he had smeared jam.

“Gi pengangangan.” Kinanti's mouth full of bread made her voice inaudible. He had trouble chewing and swallowing the oversized loaf of bread that Kala had fed.

“Okey, I'll drop off.” Kala also enjoyed the sheet he ate slowly.

“Thank you,” said Kinanti really. Kala just smiled as she rubbed Kinanti's head.

 This morning has to be a beautiful morning to start.

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