To Mutia

Reaping kindness

"So you really don't remember me?" when the servant left them, the woman focused her gaze on Mutia.

"Sorry." Mutia grimaced unpleasantly. "I have a pretty bad memory."

The attractive-looking beautiful woman pursed her lips, before responding to Mutia's words. "I'm the woman you helped me with at the airport, a few months ago."

Mutia remained silent, as she still had not gained any memory of the woman sitting before her.

"You're willing to cancel a flight to Medan just to help me. Remember?"

Then like getting the right key, Mutia managed to unlock the memories of the beautiful woman in front of her. Instantly the corners of his lips are attracted to form a sweet arch, when the black bead shines brightly.

"Oh Allah, Astari Keyla. Don't you?"

"Yes!" with a big smile, the woman snapped her fingers.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember you."

"It's okay. Then you said, if you have a bad memory." he said while glancing, making both of them laugh.

"How are you?" as the waiter presented their order, Mutia asked the woman before her.

"good. You alone?"

"Alhamdulillah, wa thank God." seeing Astari who began to eat his food, Mutia also participated. "By the way, how's your dad doing?"

Astari's movement of bribing food stopped. Putting down the spoon, Astari stared at Mutia with a sad look. "When I got to the field, Papa was conscious. We miss and talk a lot. Even his laughter was still ringing in my ears and head. But a few minutes after my arrival, Papa's condition suddenly dropped. Papa had convulsions and was taken to the ICU. Not long after, Papa breathed his last."

"Inalillahi wa Inalillahi roji'un." said Mutia. His black bead stared pityfully at Astari who was now wiping away tears. "I'm so sorry, Astari."

"Thank you." Not forgetting Astari gave a sincere smile to Mutia

"It is not easy to accept the fact that our loved ones are gone forever. Losing a girlfriend alone, some women can cry and wail for weeks, let alone lose parents." guyon Mutia. "But I wish you could stand up straight and let go of him."

"I've let Papa go. For I know that is better for him than Papa, who suffers from a disease that continues to gnaw on his body." though his eyes glazed over, but his lips covered a loose smile.

"At least I felt relieved, having been face to face with Papa, talking and hearing his laughter. It's all because of you, Mutia. If you hadn't helped me that day, I certainly wouldn't have had time to meet Papa alive and I would have felt the regret of not being with him for the rest of my life when Papa breathed his last. Really, I'm grateful for that, Mutia."

Mutia's soot beads panned warm and soft on Astari who was crying again.

"No need to thank you, Astari. It is the duty of the human beings to help each other. I'm God's mediator."

"There aren't many people like you, Mutia." stopped her crying, Astari wiped away the tears. "The money you spend on tickets is not cheap, but you want to unthinkingly cancel them to help me."

"For I know what it feels like to lose. When my parents died and I was by their side, it was still very painful. Especially if you do not have time to meet your father before death. I just put myself in your position."

"Whatever the reason, I still thank you." he said cheerfully, then continued eating. "And learning from what happened to Papa, I decided to settle in Bali with Mama. I'm afraid it's reoccurring, while I'm not necessarily getting the same chance of meeting a good person like you."

"If you are not married, we should take advantage of the time to look after and accompany our parents. We never know when our parents will survive. Don't leave regrets, for being indifferent while they're alive."

Astari nodded in agreement. Then there was silence. Both began to focus on food. Until the corner of Astari's eye accidentally glanced at the seat beside Mutia, making Astari break the silence created.

"Where are you from, Mut? I'm carrying all the bags."

Mutia glanced at her big bag, then replied. "I just quit my job. And because I've been living at work for a few months, so when I quit, I had to get out of that house."

"Where are you going now?"

Mutia flicked her shoulders and put down the spoon as she felt her stomach churn, wanting to vomit. Maybe the baby can no longer stand being forced to eat roast meat that now does not feel as wise as the first.

"Finding a place to live, then a job."

"You need a job? Anything?" Astari looked enthusiastic, making Mutia raise one eyebrow while smiling amusedly.

"Yes. As long as it's halal, I want to."

"Wahh, what a coincidence." Astari clapped her hands. "My place of work is opening a massive job vacancy. Yes., even if it's just the sales part. If you want, you can come with me now. How's it?"

"Hmm. can."

"Good." Astari's smile grew wider. "Have you finished eating? My lunch hour is almost over, so I have to get back to work."

After getting a nod from Mutia, Astari called the waiter and paid for their food. Astari invites Mutia to leave the restaurant.

"Oh my God! You pregnant?" Astari exclaimed in shock with bulging eyes, as Mutia had just risen from her seat and revealed her huge belly that had been hidden behind the table since.

Mutia nodded.

"How many months?"

"Six months' walk."

"Where does your husband go? Why are you wandering around on your own to find a job and a place to live?"

"The story is on the way, yes. You said your lunch time was running out."

"Oh yes," Astari patted her forehead, then chuckled. "Eh... But you don't have a problem riding the bike?"

"No problem. My content is strong. As long as you don't take the bike, my baby will be fine."