The Sound of Tears

Find who?

That morning the sun had begun to show itself, the hustle and bustle of Jakarta had become a toy in the hearing of the Sumatran student duo Karina and Shella.

"Kar, speaking of yesterday what letter did you show to Angel?" I said to Karina who was ironing her clothes at the time.

"oh that, the health certificate" Karina replied.

"what pain did you have Kar?"

"none" though"

"truss?"

"it's just a fake affidavit, I know for sure you won't be allowed on campus to join the service camp today. And besides I also males, there is no point also participating in such things" added Karina.

"you are there" I said as I chewed a potato snack.

"oh yes, Shella, what time do we start looking for your parents' address?" ask my best friend.

"now also can" I replied excitedly. I hope to meet my two real parents today. At least I can see what my parents look like.

At 10 am, after getting ready and having breakfast. Karina and I immediately headed for the pioneer road using Gi-Car, a location quite far from Karina's boarding house.

After traveling for about twenty minutes we finally arrived at the address that was once written by Ms. Siti. Minimalist house, and has a small garden in front of him that looks unkempt, it makes my heart become sad, because I have also been here before and looking for the whereabouts of my parents.

"Shel, is this really the address?" asked Karina who was astonished by the house.

"really, why Kar? let's try to peek inside, who knows there is a photo of the owner of this house" I cried as I stepped through the park.

"slow down Shella. I'm afraid this house seems haunted"

"hus.you don't say anything that doesn't".

After peering through the window of the house, we were suddenly startled by the voice of a father behind us.

"ehm... neng wants to find who here?" said the father in a black hat and green shirt.

We screamed out of fear.

"YYYYYYYYYY....HAMMUUUU".

"neng need not be afraid, this father is a man not a ghost" Timpal the father.

"it's okay neng, introduce me Kang Ujang, I happen to be the guardian of this house" added the father.

"well.. what a coincidence sir. I want to ask, you know who owns this house?"

"this is the home of Mr. Michael neng, he is of Dutch descent, his wife is native Indonesian, and has a son named pratama michael"

"so where are they now, sir?" asked Karina who was starting to be curious.

"preferably both of them come with me to my wife's shop just in front. Later neng can ask my wife.because I rush to the market, there is a sudden need because neng" added the father while leading us to the stall located not far from the minimalist house. Arriving at the stall, we were warmly welcomed by an old woman who was the wife and owner of the stall.

"please drink the neng" said the woman we later knew her name was Turimah.

"thank you" said Karina and I.

"by the way, where are the two of you from? and find who?" ask mbok Tour.

"i want to find the owner of the house mbok" I said pointing towards the minimalist house.

"mister Michael"

"not mbok, does the mbok know the person written here?" I said while showing a piece of paper bearing the name and address of my parents who were written by Ms. Siti.

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Author: Hay readers all, may be healthy always yes

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