The story of the Gigolo

Completing

It took me a few seconds to finally recognize this room as my parents' second room.

I woke up with puffy eyes from crying all night.

My eyes were fixed with a dressing table in front of the bed.

On top of that was the stuff that Mama and Papa wore in the accident.

There's Mama and Papa's bag. I took the bag from inside the white plastic from the police.

In Papa's bag there is a dead cell phone, I directly charge Papa's phone.

In addition to mobile phones there is a wallet that I bought at the mall when I first became a gigolo.

The wallet is still in good condition. In it there are several money sheets and ID cards.

But my focus is on the photo of the three of us in disneyland.

Papa carried me on his shoulder and Mama smiled very pretty.

I don't even remember that moment, because I might be three or four years old.

I checked again into Papa's bag. There is a notebook containing important phone numbers and account numbers that papa stacked and wrote neatly.

In addition, there are only Papa's medical equipment.

After finishing with Papa's bag, I checked Mama Tang's bag felt heavier than Papa's.

There's Mama's phone in a dead state that I directly charge next to Papa's phone.

In addition there is a long brown wallet.

Inside there are identification marks and member card numbers are very large.

Mama did often buy food for various events we used to, so many member cards from cake shops and restaurants.

In addition, there is a red pouch containing Mama's makeup tools that are still complete.

In addition there are mama's medicines, reading glasses and folding fans.

I read Papa's notebook. Inside is one sheet written by Papa AYCE JOSS.

It was the name of Papa's all you can eat restaurant.

From the start Papa opened the restaurant until now I never came there.

At the top of the list is the name Agni.

I tried calling the number on Papa's note.

" Hello Assalamualaikum "A new phone ring tone was lifted immediately.

I introduced myself as Mr. Wijaya's son and he was very happy that I contacted him.

As long as Papa doesn't exist, Agni is the one who goes through Papa's business.

He didn't know how to contact me, because after Papa died because our family home was always empty.

Since it was impossible to close Papa's business with fifteen employees, Agni ran Papa's restaurant until I contacted her.

He gave us the address of our restaurant and after taking a shower I went straight to it.

Agni welcomed me when I came. He was so excited to take me around and tell me all about the restaurant.

Papa even put up a photo of our holiday in Japan wearing a kimono.

" Papa Mas is very proud of Mas, he always told me about Mas. When you buy a car, the house is always the story "

I just smiled at Agni's words.

" So now Mas Alfred is the one who runs the business of Mr? Thank God so now I am calm "

" I don't know what I can do, you help me "

" Of course, I'm the same child who must have helped Mas Alfred "

From that day on I worked at Papa's restaurant. Starting everything from zero, Agni was patient enough to teach me.

He's always willing to go overtime if I need help.

I've been in Bandung for almost six months and run Papa's restaurant.

Things are going well and I'm very dependent on Agni.

Until one day Agni did not go to work, permission for me to get sick.

Out of concern for Agni, I asked Agni's address to my employees.

Armed with that address I headed to his house with fruits.

From the address given, I arrived in front of the rather rundown farmhouse.

Doubtful I knocked on the door and Agni herself opened the door.

I was surprised to see my arrival but let me in.

In this house Agni lives with her father and sister.

No responsibility of his sister there are six. His mother died five years ago.

His father had suffered a stroke for a year.

Agni and her sister took turns taking care of their Father.

If Agni works then her sister is the one who takes care of her Father.

Unimagined by me, a map house without rooms inhabited by eight people.

How do they sleep, I thought to myself.

Ever since I found out about Agni's condition, there's been a feeling of pity that's plagued me.

I wanted to take care of her, to help her and to protect her.

The first thing I only opened a little about my life, now I have dared to tell a lot.

" You are great, the burden on your shoulders is heavy, but you are still excited and do not give up on poverty "

" My rich is also a lot of Mas "

" If I used to be difficult to immediately give up on poverty Ni "

" That means Mas? "

" When Papa went bankrupt, I immediately found a shortcut to make money, I became a gigolo "

Agni turned her head towards me and I did not dare to look her in the eyes.

" When Papa and Mama don't have me beating myself up, maybe this is all because of my mistake "

" Can't say Mas, Jodoh, death and sustenance already there who set Mas "

" You're not disgusted with me Ni? "

" I was born already poor Mas, do not be asked already several times I want to do the desperate things rich Mas. But you always warned me not to do that. Even in times of sickness like now, he always reminds me of that "

Agni's tears reminisced in her eyes.

" Especially Mas who was rich and then fell poor must be surprised by the condition "

From our conversation this afternoon, I was greatly amazed by Agni.

He can still take care of himself even though his life is not good.

I used to go to his house, meet his father and play with his sister.

I even took Mr. Agni to the hospital to be treated properly.

Agni and her sister are very grateful to me.

Now I understand the meaning of money.

What I used to think was that money was meaningless because there was no Mama and Papa, now I know that with that money I can help people in need.

Together with Agni we began a routine of helping people who are in need of help.

Starting from our former environment, my employees, my employees' relatives or their neighbors.

By doing so I feel that my life is becoming more meaningful.

" This why aren't we married? Is your age fit to get married? "

" The responsible Nyari boy who wants to be the same I who have six younger brothers and the father who is sick is difficult mas "

" Why is it so hard? "

" Yes, they will be repotted with my family "

" When anyone wants to? "

" Sampe now no one wants also Mas "

" I want to "

" Mad Alfred was kidding "

" I'm serious, marry yuk Ni "

Agni looked me in the eye, looking to see if I was serious about what I said.

I actually prepared this a week ago.

When I saw Agni in the hospital painstakingly taking care of her Father.

Patiently feed his Father and wipe the body of his Father who can not move much.

There I feel confident, Agni is a woman who besides being able to accept my past can also be beside me no matter what happens.

Amazingly, by marrying Agni I got a new father and six sisters.

My life will no longer be lonely with the presence of my new family.

Six months later we had our wedding.

Because the request from Agni our marriage took place was simple.

Just attended our closest friends. Alrik, Mba Rina and a friend from my old office attended our wedding.

I'm so happy. This is probably the happiest time of my life after the deaths of Mama and Papa.

And I'm sure Mama and Papa looked at me with smiles up there.

Choosing Agni to be my wife is not wrong, she is very smart to do business.

From one restaurant we now have three restaurants.

Everything went well and synergized with each other.

I'm so proud of my wife Agni. And thank him for making my life complete again.