The Secret With Bad Boy

Seeking father

It has been an hour of English material lessons followed by Kinanti. Their teacher is still reading out the tasks that the students have to collect next week. Some students seemed to be cheering in annoyance, because the task given was not small.

Kinanti marked his book and wrote down his task quickly. He already wanted to end this hour of study because he had to go somewhere soon.

“Kinan,” Kala pokes Kinanti's back with a ballpoint in her hand.

“What?” Kinanti leaned against her body, in order to hear Kala's speech.

“What time do you go to your father's workplace?”

“After finishing this lesson. I'm worried about dad, don't want to procrastinate again.”

“Okey.” Kala answered with spirit. Since then, Kinanti has looked nervous. He kept watching his watch and his feet moving unsettled.

“Okey class, we'll meet on next class, see you Pamit English teacher.

“See you miss Sahut them simultaneously.

Not long after, the bell sign of the end of the lesson sounded and the boisterous sounds of the students filled the classroom. They are busy with their respective affairs, including Kinanti who immediately tidied up her book and put all the books in a bag and then walked outside the classroom in a hurry. He even ignored Demian who was approaching him and wanted to talk to him.

As promised, Kala will escort Kinanti to her father's workplace. They made their way quickly to the parking lot and Kinanti looked increasingly unsettled as Lukman could still not be reached.

“Where is his office address?” Kala asked while wearing Kinanti's helmet.

Kinanti immediately pulled out her phone and typed the name of the company where Lukman worked.

“It. The journey is about fifty-eight minutes.” Kinanti showed her phone screen displaying a map of the trip to Lukman's office.

“Your father really works here?” ask Kala. He asked not because of the distance but because the name of his company is clearly very familiar.

“Iya. Wh why? Distance huh? In the distance, I take the bus. Kasian you nganternya.” Kinanti immediately took over her phone.

“Not, not that. Come on, let's get anter.” Kala with a shocked face and finally did not explain anything other than agreeing with Kinanti's invitation. He thinks it's not the right time.

“Truly, you want to nganter?” Kinti asked back. He saw Kala's face in doubt.

“Iya. I was anter. Come ride!” sahut Kala with confidence. In his heart he smiled, how could the workplace of Kinanti's father be so matchmaking with his family?

Despite the hesitation, Kinanti finally went up. To be honest he was still curious about the meaning of Kala's expression at the beginning.

The journey to Bertha's office began. Kala did not use the path he should but rather went into the small alleys to summarize their journey.

Kinanti was amazed because Kala so knew the streets in Jakarta to find the streets of rats that can accelerate their journey.

“Kinan,” Kala calls Kinanti who is holding on to her.

“Iya?” Kinanti leaned her body at Kala, trying to get closer.

“Your father has been working for a long time in that company?” Kala was really curious.

“Udah long ago. From dad still bujang. After several years of work there, only my father dared to propose to my mother. He said he was convinced because of the work of the father who moved.” Kinanti recounted what she had heard from her father.

“Udah how many times has your father moved to work?”

“Emmm, much. All I remember was five times moved province.”

Kala nodded in understanding. “How do you feel when your dad works there?”

“Yaa, there are her smiles, there is sadness too. Dad used to be overtime, that's sad. They often go out of town too. But the senengnya because the company gave us enough windfall until now we can have our own residence and enough life.” Kinanti let out her sigh of relief. No, he denied that the work of Lukman gave enough livelihood for his family.

Kala gave a small smile seeing Kinanti's grateful face clearly visible in the rearview of her motorbike.

“But I heard, the owner of the company will sell the company. He said they were planning to move abroad. Hem, what a pity. Surely many things have changed from the company, if such a beautiful owner.” Kinti's face looked worried.

Kala did not chimed in, because it was true. Bertha had even offered the company to a large foreign company that was very interested in her mother's company. Somehow the final decision, because it looks like Bertha is determined to release the company and quit her position as CEO of the company.

Given that, Kala's feelings returned sad. Bertha was forced to sell the company not because she could not manage it but because she wanted to live abroad and not see her ex-husband again. He said he wanted to enjoy his life as a normal person who could be at times selfish thinking only of himself.

Kala agrees with Bertha's choice. For him, whatever makes Bertha happy, then he will support him. Including moving abroad?

Arriving at the company, Kala deliberately parked his motorcycle in front. The place he used to live. Kinanti was not too aware that it was a VIP parking lot. Ever since getting into the company lobby, people have been nodding politely at Kala who knows the teenager as the son of the company owner. But Kala pretended not to know them. He gestured with his hand so that they would not do anything excessive. He has not found the right way to tell Kinanti that he is a subsidiary of this company.

“Good day,” a receptionist greets the friendly Kinanti and Kala.

“Siang mba's. Mba, I would like to meet with the development division. What can?” Kinanti asked directly at his goal. He did have to meet his father's boss to ask about the whereabouts of his father who until now still can not be contacted.

“Sorry to whom? Do you have an appointment?” ask the recipe.

He glanced at Kala who was standing behind Kinanti. The teenager shook his head, gesturing not to make things difficult for Kinanti.

“Not yet mba. But,”

“Oh can. Let me inter.” The receptionist immediately understood with Kala's intention.

They entered the elevator and saw the eighth floor they were on. The Ressepsionist stood in front while Kala and Kinanti were behind him. He could only bow, afraid of his young master. Afraid of making mistakes.

Kinanti was so tense, many things were spinning in her head, while Kala stood leisurely while leaning against the wall of the elevator.

“Kal, what will I do?  Polite not if I directly nanya my father where is the current position?” Kinanti turned to look at Kala who was beside her.

“Ask only as you want to know. Ask such a thing politely-sopan aja kok.” Kala answered casually.

“Okey.” Kinanti smiled in relief after hearing Kala's reply.

“Task whatever you want to know Kinan, because no one will dare to ignore your question,” Kala's small smiling mind looks at Kinanti.

*****

Kinanti in between to the front of the room head of the development division. They were invited in by his secretary. They were also welcomed by the Division head and were invited to have a casual conversation on the sofa.

“So, is this his daughter Pak Lukman?” ask the Division head.

“Iya Sir. Introduce, I am Kinanti and this is my friend, his name is Kalantara.” Kinanti even introduced Kala to the middle-aged man before her.

The man smiled slightly, of course he knew the teenager who was currently staring at him coldly.

“Good, nice to meet this adek. By the way, what can I help?” the man paid full attention to Kinanti and Kala.

“Begini sir, a week ago my father told me about his official trip out of town. Last night my dad should have come home. But until now, I have received no news at all. His phone was also difficult to contact. Maybe you can help me know where my father is? I worry about it,” said Kinanti wistfully.

“Oh, fine. I will try to help you through my staff. Adek wait a minute.”

“Iya sir, thank you.” Kinanti nodded obediently. He could breathe a sigh of relief because it turned out that these people were willing to help him.

About ten minutes the man was in communication with some people and his face looked quite confused. He received word that this week Lukman is applying for leave, not on a business trip out of town. But I don't know how he should convey this news to the girl named Kinanti because he also does not know the whereabouts of Lukman.

“Ya already, I ask for contact of his colleague sir Lukman.” That's the final verdict that the division head took.

After getting an answer from his staff, the man came back to Kinanti. He stared at Kinanti's face unhappily.

“Dek, this is the contact number of his friend Mr. Lukman. Adek can contact him directly. His name is Seno.” A piece of paper the man gave to Kinanti.

“Oh yes, thank you sir. My father, did say that he went to work out of town with this Seno om.” Kinanti took the piece of paper and looked at it gratefully.

“I'm sorry to contact Om Seno briefly sir.” Kinanti withdrew for a while. He wanted to make sure he was alone.

“Please,” the man gave Kinanti discretion.

Kinanti directly contacted the man named Seno. The tone of the wait was directly connected and gave Kinanti hope. Two calls and someone's hoarse voice rang out over there.

“Yes, hello,” Seno sounds heard

“Iya hello. With Seno?” ask KInanti.

“Iya right, sorry this is with whom huh?”

“Om sorry to interrupt the time for a moment. I'm Kinanti, his son Lukman.”

“Kinanti?” lukman's voice sounded shocked.

“Iya Om. Om sorry, om again I am not my father ya?” Kinanti asked with anxious expectation.

“I-iya, I am with pack Lukman.” Seno who just woke up had no time to lie.

“Oh thank goodness. Where have you been? Sorry I contacted Om because my father's phone cannot be contacted.”

“Ohh yes, hape pak Lukman broken. But he's fine.”

“Oh thank goodness. Can you know where the location is?”

“Em we're on our way home. We in-“ Lukman confused himself to answer. “Where is this?” he asked me, I don't know who.

“Om sorry, can you please share loc aja Om?”

“Oh. I'll send you my location soon.” Seno happily sent out his location.

“Gosh! Here I send the location of the room mas Lukman?” Seno just woke up. He immediately deleted the message but, dear, he was late. Kinanti had already read the map and knew Lukman was in the hospital.

Just look at his surprised and anxious face.

"Who is sick? What father?" Kinawani asked herself.

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