"Where have you been?!" asked Mr. Wisnu by giving Falin a sharp look.
At that time, Falin had just opened the door of the house. In fact, in the living room, Falin was greeted by two people who made him lazy to talk. Who else if not Mr. Wisnu and Mrs. Retno, biological parents who always made Falin's mood fluctuate.
Instead of answering questions from his father, Falin just walked away.
"Don't be so impudent!" said Mr. Wisnu when Falin had only walked three steps from where he had been standing.
Falin, who had expected this from the start, could only sigh for a moment. Inevitably he had to serve the two people who sat on the sofa earlier.
"Didn't Aunty Ira tell you?" Falin asked while turning his body towards his mother and father.
"Dad asked you!" said Mr. Wisnu as he stood up from his seat.
"It's very important, isn't it, for Dad?" Falin's rhetorical question made Mr. Wisnu 's emotions appear instantly.
In fact, he almost threw a punch at Falin if Mrs. Retno had not stopped him first.
"Just hit it, Dad!" said Falin in a high tone but accompanied by a little ticklish laugh.
Falin doesn't really care about the anger that his parents show him. In fact, if they told him to get out of that luxurious house, Falin would definitely spontaneously come out right then and there. He also felt that his happiness was not there.
Meanwhile, Mr. Wisnu, who was still on fire, revealed his wife's hand which had been holding it.
"If it weren't for the fact that I still respect you two, it would be impossible for me to return to this house again," said Falin, who a second later left the spacious living room.
Mr. Wisnu and Mrs. Retno could only freeze because they were slapped by the words of their only daughter.
I don't know how long it will take for the two of them to realize his attitude towards Falin all this time. In fact, aunty Ira had thought that their attitude would change when Falin decided to return to their palace. However, everything is like a fairy tale. There is no change or sliver of happiness as in the narrative of such a beautiful story.
"That kid never changes!" cursed Mr. Wisnu while ruffling his hair.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Retno did not respond to a word. Something stabbed into the recesses of his heart. However, she couldn't realize it yet.
***
After being stuck in a time-consuming traffic jam, Fahri and Mrs. Meira finally arrived at their house. They are not tired from hanging out at the mall all day or just walking in the park, but they are annoyed and fed up with the road conditions that are so crowded with vehicles.
"Take Shinta to dinner here, okay, later," said Mrs. Meira as she was walking from the car to the main door.
Fahri stopped his footsteps for a moment while looking at his mother with a surprised expression. He couldn't stop thinking about his mother's requests the last few days.
"But Mom and Dad are having dinner, right?" Fahri asked to make sure because he did not have the appetite to have dinner together that day. In fact, he had made plans after the Isha prayer, he would rest and sleep. Incidentally, there was no work that required him to stay up late that night.
"So are you!" said Mrs. Meira firmly while glaring at Fahri.
As usual, Mrs. Meira will do everything possible to make Fahri closer to Shinta. With the reason that they can quickly adapt and can understand each other. However, for Fahri it was a ridiculous way. Moreover, Fahri is not as frequent as his mother's choice.
"Fahri is tired, Mom. Just want to rest," said Fahri with a sluggish look on his face. Then, he immediately left Mrs. Meira who was still standing in the yard while looking at the back of her dashing son.
Mrs. Meira just sighed. He is confused about how to melt Fahri's heart so he can obey him. After all, no parent will choose an inappropriate partner for their children.
"Fahri!" shouted Mrs. Meira who was walking a little faster to catch up with her child.
"What else, Mom?" asked Fahri who spontaneously stopped his steps. In his heart, he was very angry with his mother's attitude.
"If you can't do it today, it means tomorrow ... like it or not you have to. Period!" said Mrs. Meira with a serious look.
However, Fahri did not respond to this. He just walked away from his mother. Immediately entered the house and quickened his footsteps to avoid any questions or other strange requests from Mrs. Meira.
***
As soon as Falin came home from his small rent, Kirana could only stare at herself in the mirror. Reflect on everything that happened that day. His mind wandered aimlessly. Because, there are so many wounds that make him feel unworthy to live in the world.
"Why did you bring Kirana home? Why didn't you just let Kirana die?!" These are the questions that always arise in his mind when in the most difficult situation for him.
Kirana always blamed herself when she was covered with wounds like that. She felt he had destroyed other people's fairy tales of happiness. To the extent that she had to endure everything he believed to be karma.
"Why should Kirana end up having to endure all this, sir?" Kirana kept calling her father—Pak Sarmidi—. Because, when she was still able to open his eyes, she was the only one who was always a place to complain for Kirana.
That night, Kirana seemed to have lost her direction and enthusiasm for life. It was as if the purpose of his visit to the city of Bandung had been burned in vain. Worse yet, it was his own brother who tried to burn out his hopes.
"If it wasn't for you, maybe I would have given up since then," Kirana said while her gaze was still straight on the mirror in front of her.
Even though at that time Kirana really regretted her life, but the image of Mr. Sarmidi when death would snatch him at that time always made him want to get up from all adversity.
"Help me strengthen again, sir," Kirana whispered as she covered her face with both hands.
She really needs system support from someone like Pak Sarmidi. Just like back in the village, there was still Aunty Mirna who always gave advice to him. The advice he always remembered and used as a handle when bad luck was about to come into his life.
Then, after arriving in the city ... she had no one to complain to. Even wanting to call aunty Mirna doesn't seem possible. Because she certainly couldn't operate a flat object like the one near his elbow at that time.
While contemplating all the events that happened that day, suddenly his cell phone vibrated. She immediately glanced at the cellphone screen which was automatically turned on.
[Do you have free time?] Fill in a message in Kirana's green application. She then furrowed his brow. Amazed.
To be continued ....