Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

14. Is this what is called Missing?

...🍁How are you with distance and time? When I miss saying hello, I only realized that these two things are very valuable.🍁...

Hara's.

I'm a person who's used to schedules, plans and systems. Working as a personal assistant made me a friend with discipline. I have never done anything without a plan, have gotten used to a daily, weekly or even monthly schedule.

Therefore, I never waste time, time is money. For me one second only means a lot, I will not miss it for free. Because I could have lost my chance at the last second.

As long as I stay at my father's house, my principles do not fade. The more I hold firm. I learned a lot from my father, mbak Nabila, mas Akmal also the little Naufal. They are the ones who hold the principle that time should not be wasted.

“Thank God because we are still given a healthy body and free time, so we can still do anything,” said Akmal the other day, while helping me pack.

The work Reyfan mandated to me is done. I have to go back to Jakarta, get back to my job. Work on meeting schedules, reports and all the drab corporate affairs.

Though I already feel at home in Jogja, already accustomed to the atmosphere of a simple but loving home. Already accustomed to the mbak Nabila who nag every time I come home late at night, also Naufal endless babbling. Uh! I'm definitely gonna miss all that.

What do you want to say? I'm just a waiter, aren't I? Must obey every time the superior gives orders. Must always be ready, when needed by the superior. That's why I got paid.

My second day back to Jakarta. I have been very busy this morning. Many tenders must be executed immediately, as well as meetings with company officials. I only had lunch when it was late afternoon.

“After this you can go home, Hara! I'll also be home.” Reyfan said during a afternoon lunch. We had lunch in Reyfan's room, with a menu that I ordered via the inter-messaging app.

“Don't forget to contact Dini and Nur! If possible next week they can already enter work.”

There is no day without a task, that is my life. Lucky yesterday I had managed to contact Nur and Dini, they were willing to return to work as a private nurse at Reyfan's house. Just waiting for their permission to resign from where they work now.

Reyfan asked me to hire again Nur and Dini, because Aneesha's condition is very weak. Reyfan's wife is experiencing hyperemesis. The doctor said it is normal for pregnant women in the first trimester. But already willing to enter the second trimester, Aneesha still has difficulty eating. What goes into the stomach will be regurgitated. Acute nausea said.

So he had to be taken care of, even if only at home. The existence of a private nurse is certainly needed, because Reyfan must work. While Lia and aunt Sri could not handle Aneesha. More competent medical personnel are needed.

“Noura said you are looking for your own rented house, where are you staying?” The real question I didn't expect. I don't want to tell Reyfan about his father and family. At least not for the near future, if until the time I will definitely tell.

“Iya. Can live in the same house Ghufron.” I'm not completely lying. Because the father's house is close to the house of Ghufron, although different districts, still one district.

Reyfan raised an eyebrow, I guess he wasn't that easy to believe in me. He and I are like two separate souls, there is nothing we can hide from each other. But for this one, it was not yet time that he knew.

Tok tok tok tok

The door of the room was knocked, then opened from the outside after Reyfan allowed it. A burly man was seen in the doorway.

I frowned at the man who was walking in, with his trademark smile that I found annoying. The man patted me on the shoulder, like we were already very familiar.

“Wes bali, to? Kangen ro I must.” (Home home, huh? Miss padaky for sure.)

“Ngapain you here?”

I stared in wonder, not usually this guy was in the office. Especially in a Reyfan room like this. Usually I meet this guy at Reyfan's private tobacco shop, or where I make an appointment with him. If he was doing a job for me.

Not an office job or a company-related one, I paid personally to this man to do personal work as well. A job that only he and I know.

“Work, dong.” The answer that made me cringe deeper.

I looked at the man and Reyfan took turns. Reyfan was struggling to finish the meal, while the man smiled like he had no sin. I didn't have to wait long to get an answer as to why the man was in the office.

“Sby will help you with your work from tomorrow. Teach him what to do here.”

I don't believe in my own hearing. But Reyfan's serious face has explained everything. He was not joking, he said it solemnly, even while looking at me. It makes me want to be angry.

“You want to dump me, Rey?”

Reyfan laughed, “who will throw you away? Do I have the power for that? To this day I cannot escape your help."

“Then why does he work here? Why did I teach him about my work?” I could barely contain my anger. Feeling removed, feeling that my position would be replaced.

“Hara! Listen first ...," Reyfan swallowed his last bite of food.

Box on the table already toilet its contents are not left, “for now, I need you more personally. In a sense, I need you more for my home affairs and personal interests. You know for yourself Aneesha's situation now. He needs my presence at all times. I could suddenly go home, or not even get into the office. I could suddenly need a doctor and a hospital. So, I need you to help me.”

I folded my arms around my chest, still disagreeing with Reyfan's explanation. Because all this time, I was the one who took care of the company other than Reyfan and Mr. Reza. If my position had to be replaced, it certainly would not have been by a poorly educated man.

“Sby will take care of the interests of the company together Carissa and bang Amir. As long as bang Amir is still in the Netherlands, please teach Soleh! Whatever he has to do, whatever he has to do.”

“You're crazy, Rey? Handing over this big company business to him.” I showed Soleh's face. He grimaced, making me smack, “he doesn't even have a SMA.” massage

“Sby join the package chase program, next week final exam. After that he will enroll in an open university. Worry not! Even if he's not as smart as you are, there's Carissa and bang Amir. They are very competent.”

Reyfan let out a long sigh, “honest of the moment .. If I hadn't thought about the future, I'd have let go of the company on the Amir and Noura bang. Let them take care of. But I have a family now and Aneesha definitely does not agree.”

I know for a fact about this, Reyfan and Aneesha share ownership allows for them to sit sweetly at home. Just delegate the affairs of the company to their confidants.

“There are still many people who are more expert than him, Rey! Why not just open a job?”

“Which is smarter and more expert than right is a lot, but who can be trusted?" Reyfan shook his head, "It's been tested, like you and Carrisa. I don't want to just pick people, because the stakes are too heavy.”

I exhaled a rough breath, moving on to clean up the rest of our food. Collect food wrappers, throw them into the trash and then walk to the refrigerator in the corner of the room. I need a cold drink to refresh my suddenly sultry head. The air conditioner works optimally.

“Please, I just trust you, Hara! Who else can help me besides you?”

Reyfan's words made me want to not nod. Although next either way I should teach Soleh from where. To be like me takes years and a lot of experience. In order to understand and understand what to do. To be able to think quickly at once carefully.

I opened the refrigerator door, saw the contents inside. My hands were moved to grab a beer in a can. It must be very fresh and can calm my warming head.

But just as I clasped the dark blue tin, my memory drifted to the babble of the little boy a while ago. When I took him to the minimarket near my father's house.

“Om! Ojo tumbas kuwi, jare pa'e ora by dimimik, marai ailing.” (Om! Don't buy that. Says you can't drink, can get sick.)

Just babbling a four-year-old boy, but managed to make me stop taking drinks with the lowest alcohol content. Naufal now does not see me, we are separated by distance and time. But why does it feel like he's around me.

“Hara?”

I turned my head, as Reyfan's rising voice stopped by the ears. Instantly dashed my wandering wish. Moving eyebrow sign inquires, ‘what's up?’

“You didn't hear me?”

“What are you talking about?’

Reyfan took a deep breath, “grab mineral water for me and Soleh.”

Soon I took three bottles of mineral water and quickly closed the freezer. Just now I was about to step up, suddenly I was like seeing the shadow of Mbak Nabila standing in the middle of the room. Looking at me full of probes while shaking my waist, "Don't go home if you're drunk! You don't like the smell of alcohol.”

I blinked a few times, casting off the nagging shadow of Mbak Nabila. Uh! What's wrong with me? Why are their shadows flashing? We were in another city, so far apart.

“Hara? You want to make me die of thirst?”

I blinked my eyes again while shaking loudly. Try to regain consciousness, then walk back to the sofa. Reyfan and Soleh are waiting.

Rubbing a rough face, after sitting down and giving each one mineral water to Reyfan and Soleh. I just remembered the short message sent by Mbak Nabila this morning. I haven't answered because I'm so busy. Later, when I get home, I'll return.

But apparently Nabila was impatient. Just as I gulped down some mineral water in the bottle, I felt the phone in the pocket of the suit vibrating the sign of the incoming call. I reached into my pants pocket to pick up the flat object that is the most important thing right now.

“Excuse me, I pick up the phone first.”

Just this time I walked away from Reyfan just to pick up the phone. I usually call from anyone and I always warm up. Even though I'm with Reyfan.

But not this time, I have to go out of the room to receive a call from mbak Nabila.

“Halo, ibbak! What's up?” my sap is so connected and I'm already outside the room.

“Hara! Sorry, yes. Ma'am bothers you. This is Naufal from earlier crying your name. He does not want to eat, does not want to pay, he said waiting for you.”

“Where is he, Ma'am? Let me talk to Naufal.” I heard the sound of the cry of a little boy roaring louder and louder. That must be Naufal's voice. Geez .. The child is indeed if it has been crying hard to silence it.

“Replace video call yes, Ma'am. Let's be clearer.”

I pulled the phone out of my ear, and now it's slipping into my own face after pressing the video icon on an ongoing call.

Shortly thereafter Nabila's face appeared on the screen, complete with the face of a small boy who was crimson with tears. Don't forget the snot coming out of his nose. Naufal was really crying hard earlier, but it gradually subsided when he saw my face on his mother's mobile screen.

“Naufal why cry, baby?” I am glad to hear my own words. This is the first time I'm calling someone dear. The call was addressed to the little boy who had managed to steal my attention since we first met.

“Om, what, ora bali? When is bali?” (Om why don't you go home? When will I come home?).

“Om more work, Honey. Tomorrow if Om's off, om there, yes?”

“Emoh! Saiki om kudu bali!” (No way! Now I have to go home!)

Naufal had already shown a face of wanting to cry again. I was in a hurry to prevent it from exploding.

“Naufal wants to buy a big ice cream, no? Want to buy a good robot? Or lego shape plane?” Naufal.

“Well! If Naufal wants to be bought with ice cream and lots of toys, Om has to spend money first. You gotta work first, okay.?"

“Om, right, money e wes akeh. Keri jikuk ning koyo wingi kae machine, right?” (Om, right, there's a lot of money. Just take it in the machine like yesterday, right?)

It is difficult to fool a child as smart as Naufal. Can't be lied to, can't be fooled.

I did not understand much vocabulary in Javanese, but living at my father's house made me learn a lot. Little by little he began to understand what Naufal was saying. Although it is still difficult to answer using the Javanese language.

“Om ming smear, to? Om ora bali rene meneh, to?” (Om just lying, right? I'm not going to come back here again, right?)

“Naufal .. Om definitely home, but not now. Tomorrow if Om's off, Om go home, yes.”

I saw that Nabila whispered something to Naufal, perhaps a sentence that could calm the boy down. I faintly heard the voice of Akmal also seducing Naufal.

“Om tenan arep bali?” (You really want to come back here?)

“Iya. Om go home, Om bring souvenirs if Om comes home. Now Om cuddle up the money first, huh? Let me buy souvenirs for Naufal, father and mbah kakung.”

“Appointments, you know. Om ora by ngapusi.”

“iya. Om promise.”

“Dan!”

“Iya. As long as Naufal is no longer crying, from Naufal to be a smart child, not naughty and not troublesome father mother. Can?”

Naufal nodded, making me pull both corners of the lips up. You brat, there are behaviors that make parents bother.

“Now Naufal eats, nurut same father mother. If you don't want to, Om won't go home either.”

I was stuck with the last word I said. Going home? Where is my home? I didn't realize I thought my father's house was like my own, completely ignorant.

Naufal finally understood and did not cry anymore. I saw a look of relief on Nabila's face. Makes my feelings warm, every time I see Nabila smile.

“Still, yes, Hara! Sorry, once again sorry for interrupting your work.”

“Nnot what, Ma'am. Later if Naufal is fussy again, the phone is fine. Sorry I haven't had time to bales mbak messages, because again meeting.”

“Iya, Hara. You're fine there, take care of your health, yeah. Greetings from Akmal and his father.

I can not answer the words mbak Nabila, because deep in the bottom of the heart there is a foreign feeling that perched. The feeling that urged my eyes to heat up and almost water. Lucky immediately I gutted, so as not to fog. It can be laughed at by many if anyone sees me as this melancholy.

Mbak Nabila ended the video call after making sure Naufal was calm and satisfied talking to me. I was relieved, the little boy was no longer crying. Honestly, seeing her shed tears earlier, it felt like my heart was broken.

Uh! This is how it feels to love someone. Missing someone who used to be on the side, then suddenly separated distance and time. Just this time I felt this foreign feeling, is this what is called longing?

“Who is he?”

A voice came to my ear as I was looking at a picture of Nabila and Naufal on the phone. Immediately I turned off the phone screen without exiting the application. Then put it in the pocket of the suit with lightning speed.

I just passed by Soleh who was suddenly behind my back. I didn't know if he heard my conversation or not. I was reluctant to discuss it, still a little angry because Reyfan's decision to replace my position with her.

I knew Soleh was following my steps while saying things that interested me. He was always able to melt the frozen atmosphere, so he could not make others linger upset.

“Ono gawean meneh ora? Wes suwe ora rasan your money, je.” (No more work? It's been a long time since you felt your money.)

Suddenly I remembered the short message Alex sent the other day. A message I ignored, but now I want to reread it and I'll reply. Immediately I took the phone again, opened the latest messaging application in green. Find Alex's name and call him.

Returning to Jakarta, it means that I will not waste even an hour without benefits. Today I came home early, which means I can spend time doing fun things that I've long left since I was in Jogja.

“Lex! How much?” I immediately ran Alex over with a straight-up question that only he knew the answer to.

I hung up the phone after Alex mentioned the nominal which made me shake my head.

“Crazy! Twelve million? Alex wants to mess with me apparently.” Gertutuku. Fantastic amount for a price ... if you know what I mean?

“Wah! Special must iki later banned ngunu. Jikuk wes jikuk” (it must be special until it's that expensive. Take it already take! )

“Sby! Indonesian, please!” I get upset every time Soleh speaks in Javanese.

“Take, already!”

I took a breath as I walked down the office corridor, occasionally nodding as I passed employees. Soleh followed my steps by constantly asking about many things. This is my real life, full of busyness but always feeling lonely.

If I can find just one reason, so I can stop dealing with Alex. But it didn't feel possible as long as Alex still didn't stop offering me interesting merchandise.

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