The atmosphere at Gemilang Cafe looks very crowded by visitors. Not only because of the weekend, but because the quality of the cafe is very good. The waiter was also very friendly and attentive. Moreover, because the cafe is equipped with aesthetic ornaments that make visitors feel more at home there.
"But why are you acting like that, Shinta?" Kirana asked once again. However, this time in a low voice.
"You are no match for me, Ma'am."
This time Shinta lies. She didn't want to tell the real reason. Because she suspects that there is a possibility that Kirana will tell Fahri herself.
Kirana was taken a back when she heard Shinta's words. Words that indirectly lower his self-esteem. Then the clear grains were already crammed into his eyelids, vying to quickly slide down his cheeks.
"Ma'am go home first!" Kirana said goodbye before her tears flowed into a river.
She was not in the mood to continue the conversation which in fact only tortured his mind. Then, with uncontrollable tears, he still tried to walk away from Dandelion Cafe. She didn't even pay attention to his sister's screams, which sounded very loud.
"Damn it Sister Kirana!" cursed Shinta while trying to catch up to her sister.
Naturally, Shinta couldn't keep up with her sister's steps, at that time she was wearing high heels. In stark contrast to Kirana, who only wears sneakers, which are actually more comfortable for running.
However, Shinta did not just give up. With a slightly quickened pace, she headed for the parking lot. Looking for a luxury car that when accidentally touched by someone else will beep automatically.
***
On the way home from the cardboard house, Falin kept calling Kirana. He looked worried about Kirana's condition. Because, messages and calls never find an answer.
"Sir ... let's stop at Jalan Alamanda number three, Gang Seruni first, okay?" Falin asked while his gaze was still focused on the cellphone screen.
"But it's almost evening, Non," said Mr. Saiful, glancing at the mirror which could show Falin in the back seat.
Falin raised his head for a moment, then exhaled slowly because he had almost forgotten the time.
Today Falin's attention is drained by the topic of Kirana and street children. In fact, today is his second day in a house that is as magnificent as a palace belonging to his parents. Supposedly, Falin could relax in an air-conditioned house with complete facilities. He can also use his spare time to watch television, swim, or even play online games.
However, all the life lessons he learned while living and living a hard life in a cardboard house were enough to make him realize that happiness does not only come from the wealth of his parents. The proof is that he is the most active and cheerful child in the cardboard house. In fact, he is a role model for his friends. Then, in the end, it was circumstances that matured the figure of a little girl who used to be very spoiled for Aunty Ira and Mr. Saiful.
"Just a moment, sir. Later, I will give permission to Mom," Falin persuaded Mr. Saiful to take him.
As usual, Mr. Saiful would not have the heart to refuse orders from Falin, his favorite and proud girl. Finally, he immediately drove his employer's car in the direction Falin requested.
"Whose house are you going to, Non?" asked Mr. Saiful, who didn't really know whose house Falin wanted to go to. He also felt that he had never visited or passed that way.
Even Falin, who was still busy calling Kirana's number, didn't even listen to Pak Saiful's question.
"What, sir?" said Falin while bringing his head forward.
Instead of directly answering Falin's question, Mr. Saiful actually giggled at the behavior of the girl behind him.
"Falin wants to move ahead, sir," said Falin when he realized that Mr. Saiful had laughed at him.
However, instead of telling Mr. Saiful to stop so that he could get down and move forward, he immediately moved by tucking himself between the right and left front seats. Mr. Saiful was certainly very surprised to see the action of the girl who turned out to be a tomboyish child.
"Astaghfirullah, Non Falin!" shouted Mr. Saiful who spontaneously stopped his car in the middle of the road.
He tried to hold Falin's forehead, making sure that the child was not possessed by a demon. Indeed, this is the first time Mr. Saiful has seen such a ridiculous behavior that managed to make Mr. Saiful's heart beat quite fast. Previously, Mr. Saiful only understood that the little boy who was now beside him was a spoiled, quiet, and shy child. It's all the other way around now.
"Falin can also climb trees, sir," said Falin, who deliberately boasted just to make a joke.
"But next time tell me first, Non ... so that your heart doesn't beat like this," said Mr. Saiful as he continued to hold his chest.
“Besides, you used a mockery of me earlier,” Falin protested while playing his eyebrows up and back into their original shape.
Mr. Saiful only grimaced in response to Falin's protests. Then, he drove back his car, which turned out to have been a deafening honk since the car stopped in the middle of the road.
***
"It took you so long to buy a drink," said Mrs. Hartini shortly after Fahri had just got into the car again.
It is true what Mrs. Hartini said. It had been almost fifteen minutes since Fahri had left his car, which until that moment was still stuck in traffic. In fact, it usually only takes three to five minutes to just buy a drink. In fact, Fahri can also buy a drink just by shouting at the food and beverage vendors scattered on the streets. However, he chose to just get out of his car.
"I was still chatting with people, Mom," said Fahri, who immediately put his seat belt on.
"Why? You split the money again?” The satire question from Mrs. Hartini suddenly made Fahri silent.
He just sighed as he looked straight ahead.
"What's wrong with sharing, Mom?" Fahri asked back while frowning.
From the beginning, Mrs. Hartini was very familiar with Fahri's attitude towards the underprivileged. And Mrs. Hartini is also still with the same attitude. He doesn't like seeing Fahri distributing his money for free to beggars or street vendors.
"That's the result of your work, Fahri. It's good for them to just raise their hands in front of you!" said Mrs. Hartini with emotion and a cynical look.
Actually he was also fed up with reminding his only son. However, his mouth feels very itchy if he doesn't nag in front of Fahri. In fact, he also already knows what answer Fahri will give.
"They didn't ask, but I gave it myself!"
To be continued....