Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

6. Solving the problems of others.

✳The human brain has the capacity to hold memory, if it is full, then there must be wasted memory, maybe small memories that are not too important.✴

Hara

I may be destined to solve other people's problems. Because I rarely have problems myself. Living alone, having my own home, having a job, and I've never been short of material problems. My flat life makes me rarely have any problems. But I'm just always looking for a way out of other people's problems. Solving other people's problems, exactly.

Since being asked by Mr. Reza to solve the problem at the Surabaya branch office many years ago, there are countless office and family problems that I find a way out. From the treatment for Mr. Reza's wife, uncovering the embezzlement of funds in the office, reuniting Mr. Reza with his biological daughter, to the problems of romance Reyfan. All will not be well resolved, without my intervention.

Not to be arrogant, because in fact, besides Mr. Adnan, I'm the one who intervened every pack Reza and his family got into trouble. Including when Mr. Reza was out of his mind to persuade Aneesha, to be willing to forgive him.

When it was Aneesha's birthday, Reza sent a car as a gift. The car I chose with Reyfan, because Reyfan knows Aneesha's favorite type and color. But as I had predicted earlier, the reward was returned by Aneesha. Being a gift of umpteenth that is not accepted and will end up in social parlors like gifts sent years earlier by Mr. Reza.

At that time Mr. Reza asked me to take Aneesha home. The first time I knew of the mess that was going on between the father and the boy. It seems so complicated and weird.

A child who feels neglected and lied to, and a father who just wants to correct the mistakes of the past. It's too complicated for me to have never had a fight with my parents, because they've been gone forever. Before I could feel like I was arguing with them.

At that time I knew that God never messed around when writing destiny for mankind. Including when reuniting me with a girl I helped some time ago. A meeting I never imagined or thought of before. And fate brought me to meet him more often, because he turned out to be related to Mr. Reza's family.

“Kakak? Brother from where?” I heard that sentence after opening the car door for Aneesha. We were standing right in front of the gate of his house. I turned towards the source of the voice, it turned out that a girl in a white-gray uniform had just come down from an online motorcycle taxi.

I looked at the face and appearance of the girl. Like I've seen before, but where?

I saw Aneesha smiling, without answering the girl's question. Even nod my head and say thank you. He passed by without waiting for my answer, took the hand of the schoolgirl hooded, and walked towards the porch. Without caring about me who was still standing next to the car. You know, trying to remember something, exactly someone's face.

If God will bring a man and woman together as a mate in a way that has been written in the message of destiny. Then it seems that my destiny is not far from the family of Mr. Reza. Because I must always be involved with the problems that occur in the family of Mr. Reza. Including my meeting with that girl, the girl I knew by the name of Rinjani. The girl is Aneesha's sister.

Rinjani is the girl I helped when I first came to Surabaya. Strange girl who does not want to touch even close to men. A girl who is innocent but full of caution in taking care of herself.

The girl I met that afternoon at Aneesha's house and it turns out she doesn't remember me at all. Until now she doesn't even remember that I saved her from being late for school. Uh! Miris, right? A forgotten memory but unfortunately I still remember it clearly.

The girl who is now grown up and sweet. I would rather call it sweet than beautiful. For beautiful by definition I am white and thin-faced. Rinjani is not in my definition beautiful. She is sweet, because her skin is brownish like Javanese sugar. But everyone who looks at his face will want to smile, because it looks fun.

That innocent girl is now making my head woozy. Not because of her work directly, but the consequences caused because she grew into a girl who liked many men.

Because of him, all day I have to face Reyfan's very bad mood. From morning I had to accept Reyfan's swearing and grumbling. Everything went wrong, when Reyfan was not in a good mood.

This morning I saw Reyfan receiving a phone call from his father-in-law. They were talking about Rinjani being approached by many men. One of them was the man who met the girl yesterday at the bookstore. I drove him, waited for him and accompanied Rinjani to meet the man.

The man who blatantly said he liked and wanted to propose to Rinjani. I heard it myself, when the man named Ghufron was talking to Reyfan and Aneesha. I also caught the liking look from Rinjani's face. I'm sure they have the same taste, maybe the same hope.

Aneesha must have told her about yesterday's events to her parents. So Mr. Fares called Reyfan this morning, to find out about Ghufron and his family. Seriousness and seriousness about his words. Surely the Rinjani family does not want the history of the past to repeat itself.

Mr. Fares was once cheated when he let Aneesha fall in love with a man who turned out to have been betrothed to another woman. Love that hurts the heart and honor of Mr. Fares' family.

Now surely Mr. Fares wants to make sure that the same incident will not happen a second time. Surely he wants to find out about Ghufron as well as his family. Ensuring that this man's family is a good, modern-minded family. Do not regret it after deciding to accept.

Therefore, Mr. Fares asked Reyfan to find out. Since marrying Aneesha, Reyfan has become a daughter-in-law that can be relied upon by Mr. Fares. Reyfan is like a confidant to Mr. Fares. In making a decision, Mr. Fares must have asked Reyfan for consideration first. Especially for important affairs, such as Rinjani's soul mate problem.

“How can I investigate their lives, I think I'm a detective what?” Reyfan grumbled this morning after hanging up the phone with his father-in-law.

On the phone, he said he could. Uh! It turns out Reyfan became a loser who did not dare to argue in front of his father-in-law. Can be fierce with subordinates, but with a father-in-law like a goat congek.

“The work in the office alone has taken up my time, this plus having to take care of other people's business. If only I had a thousand shadows, I would have used it by now.” Jenar is not someone else, but her own sister-in-law. He was still grumbling until my ears hurt to hear him.

“If only my body and brain could work in several places at a time ..” all day long I heard only the grunts and swearing from Reyfan's lips.

Even when the meeting with colleagues had just finished, Reyfan again got a phone call from his father-in-law. To the point that I had to follow him home, because there was something he wanted to talk about. I've guessed, this must be about her sister-in-law.

My guess was right, when Reyfan asked me to speak in his study. The most private room if we want to talk about something important. About work or other issues.

“Help me, Hara!” That's the word I heard the first time, after I closed the door. It makes me frown, because Reyfan doesn't usually ask for my help to solve family problems.

“What kind of help?” I have to ask this question to clarify Reyfan's request.

I heard a sigh as Reyfan threw his pan-tat on the sofa. I walked around the sofa, heading towards a small shelf located beside the bookshelf. Take a pack of cigarettes out of the storage box, then come back. I took a seat across from Reyfan, lit a cigarette with a match I kept in my pocket.

It's common for me to do this when I'm talking to Reyfan in this room. Smoking, sometimes we can talk while drinking wine. But after marriage, wine and the like became off-limits to Reyfan.

I haven't answered, waiting for Reyfan to finish the explanation, about what I have to do to help him.

“Aneesha is pregnant young, there's no way I'll be out of town. Not to mention that if he craves, it will definitely bother. Taking Aneesha to Jogja is also impossible, I am worried that the content is problematic if I take the plane.”

“You can help me, right?”

I smoked a cigarette inside, let the smoke settle for a while, and then I exhaled through my mouth and nose. He let out a hissing sound, then I flicked my finger to drop the ash on the tip of the cigarette on the stone ashtray on the table.

“You want me to do what?”

“Go to Jogja, meet Ghufron and his family. Make sure they are the ones who won't hurt Jenar or take advantage of Jenar. Find out all about their lives, before Jenar believes too far with Ghufron.”

“Before they come to apply ... before dad receives ...”

“You sure asked me? What about our business here? The office is on a lot of projects heading towards the deadline. The shipment to the Netherlands ma-” my sentence was cut off just like that, because Reyfan immediately cut it.

“I can handle. There's carrisa and Aneesha here, the office is safe. But as for Jenar's business, I can't possibly intervene on my own. I have no experience.”

Oi! He thinks I have experience finding a mate for a girl? Just be right. But I have no power to refute Reyfan's words. To be exact, I don't want to argue with him.

“It won't be instant, it will take time, it can probably be long ...”

“No problem. Provide clear and correct information, only you I trust can do it. Don't let Jenar and Aneesha know about our plans. If the time is right, I'll tell you myself.”

I nodded my head, agreeing to Reyfan's request, though I actually objected to it. But Reyfan's request is an order to me, I can't refuse. For I am only his assistant, only a servant should be ready to do his master's word.

I never thought that my ability would be long and complicated in the future. Maybe it'll be as complicated as the coffee I just sipped. The color and the smell are the same as what I used to drink but the taste ….

“What is this copy? Who makes it?”

The girl who was still standing in front of me replied without hesitation, “robusta. I made it. Three robusta coffee beans plus low-calorie sugar, served in a ceramic cup and should be stirred counter-clockwise for 43 seconds. No less, no more."

“That taught mbak Lia time make coffee with the machine earlier.”

“Kata mbak Lia, Pak Hara just want to drink concoction coffee. I don't like instant coffee. Because Mbak Lia was eating spices, while aunt Sri was lifting clothes clothesline, so I made.”

“This is the first time I made coffee using a machine, maybe it tastes different from what is usually made mbak Lia. Sorry ...”

The girl lowered her head, peeked at the floor, perhaps feeling regret. Guess I don't like his coffee. To be honest, the taste of coffee is different, not as usual. Not because I don't like it, it's just ….

“Forget! I have to go to Reyfan's personal library, I have something to take.”

I raised the cup with coffee. Just pass by, passing the girl who is dumbstruck. I don't care if he grumbles. It faintly rang out in the ears, and made the knot on my lips slightly lift up.

“Should have said thank you, right? What should I forget, try? It seemed that apart from not having any facial expressions, he also did not have much vocabulary. Until I can't pick the right word."

“It's been hard to make coffee. No thanks or pleasantries at all.”

Continue the steps, move away. I'm sure the girl is still standing there. Maybe he's scratching his head that doesn't itch. Or are advancing the lips sign of annoyance. But I flinch, continuing to move away.

Don't expect me to turn around and say thank you. If only I could, I would like to say that he is troublesome. My relationship with Reyfan can be messed up, just because of my carelessness. Just because I was lost, I remember very well that what we did was a secret.

I admit that girl is different from her sister. The girl looked more mature than the sometimes childish Aneesha. He is more independent, even though he is 6 years old with Aneesha. That means a gap of almost nine years with me. But her thoughts were already like a mature age female. It is only fitting that many men want to marry him.

Not happy because his daughter became the target of many men. Mr. Fares is very worried, especially the second child is not living with him, since college. Which father is not worried about having a daughter as sweet as Rinjani. Like having a flower that has just bloomed, become the target of beetles.

The girl may not be aware, if she makes a headache Mr. Fares. It will also make my head woozy soon. Hopefully what I'm worried about doesn't happen, hopefully past history doesn't have to repeat itself. I exhaled a long breath, awakened. I have to solve other people's problems again, whether I solve my own problems.

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