COOLDER
7: ENDLESS RESTLESSNESS

Five years later...

DRIING....DRIING...DRAINING

"Hello Brother?"

"The ticket was sent by telegram Med. Later tidings if you already want to get on a plane, the same if you have arrived in Surabaya do not forget the phone. Let the driver pick you up."

"OK ready Brother Rez. I'll keep telling you later." Reza's sister turned off the phone from Surabaya. I changed to open the telegram—check the ticket that Kak Reza sent.

I left the inn at exactly seven in the morning at Canadian hour. The travel time I took was not too long, only about fifteen minutes from the inn, lucky today the streets are not crowded.

Vancouver Airport today doesn't look as crowded as the first time I came to Canada, probably because I left for winter here, and that's why they avoided flights in January.

I daydreamed looking towards the big screen that displays today's flight schedule. I remember the first time I was peddling in this country, as a high school student.

Five years ago, not long after Kak Reza's graduation, I was chosen to attend my school's student exchange program. I was with two or three students from other schools in Surabaya sent to Canada. Mama agreed to it as long as I studied in earnest. Me and some of the students were sent off and studied in Canada for a few months.

Then after I returned to Indonesia, I again received an invitation, now coming from one of the famous universities in Canada. The invitation contained the scholarship they offered me.

After I got the invitation, I immediately told Mama. My mother refused the scholarship I gave her.

Reza helped me by being willing to help with all the expenses I needed. For the sake of her hearing, Mama finally agreed, and allowed me to continue my college education in Canada.

I looked at the watch for a moment. It's nine o'clock in Canada, the trip will take a long time.

"There's been a call. Immediately to the flight staff, let us not be left by them," Dema reminded.

"Calm down a minute. It's also Dem's first call." I straighten leg—stretch my hand.

"Perhaps if the government holds an award ceremony, aing believes you can easily get an award as a person who likes to buy time Med." I laugh. There are, where maybe the government holds such an event.

Ten minutes of waiting, the flight notification was the second time. I headed to the flight staff. Showing tickets and luggage.

The staff checked the contents of my suitcase, and soon returned it, immediately letting me in. I nodded, walking into the plane. I checked the ticket, looked for where I was going to sit.

"Aing to think we're going on a private jet belonging to Kak Reza Med," Dema sounded sorry to see me entering a commercial plane, not a private jet belonging to Kak Reza.

Reza became one of the youngest successful entrepreneurs of the year. His income need not be asked anymore, at least he could fly around the world overnight if he wanted to.

On summer vacation, I was invited to ride his private jet. I remember when the plane he bought just came out of the hangar. And it was my first experience flying a jet outside Surabaya.

The passengers were perfectly seated in their seats. "Excuse me sir, how can I help you?" ask one of the flight attendants.

"I'm looking for my seat, can you help me?"

"Is it hard to find your own seat Med? I'm sure you now just want the mode, knowing what you'll do after the flight attendant leads us." Dema origin commented. But what he said was true.

The flight attendant stopped. Permit me to sit. The flight attendant turned around to leave. "Excuse me, can I have your phone number?"

The flight attendant apologized while shaking her head because she couldn't give me her personal number.

Dema sounded a satisfied laugh seeing me humiliated the flight attendant. "It turns out you still can't be as cool as aing Med." I don't heed the word Dema. I just want to take a break, enjoy my trip to Surabaya today.

I opened my eyes after about half an hour of sleep. I look around me dark.

"They...."

"Amed's? You woke up too soon. Haha."

"What's going on? What are you doing?"

"Once the Med taste that aing felt all this time. Occasionally aing makes you aware in a state like now. But take it easy, everything's safe." Dema was seen walking in the cabin of the plane.

"What are you going to do, Dema?"

Dema greets the flight attendants she met. "Aing just wanted to find a meal at the Med cafeteria. You're too worried about what to do? This whole time ain't never fucked up." Dema walks while stroking the stomach.

THE DRUG!

"HEY! Watch your way." A man hit the Dema. Dema raised an eyebrow, astonished at the man who hit her.

Dema continued her path, ignoring the man just now. "As far as you are. I have nothing to do with you" he said.

The man held Dema's shoulder. Dema looked back. "Our business isn't done yet, and you're just gonna run away. You don't know who you're dealing with!" The man directly hit Dema's face hard.

The crema fell to the cabin floor.

Dema curled up while laughing in satisfaction, like a wolf that was approached by a sheep. The cremation got back up slowly.

The enema wipes the blood on the lips. "Your punch is pretty good. Aing admitted defeat buddy, aing apologized. Accept my apology." Dema extended her hand.

"It turns out you're not as tough as you look, man." The man shook Dema's hand, laughing disdainfully.

KRAAAK!

"DADDAN!" I knew it would happen.

"WUUHUUU! It's been a long time since I've broken someone's hand." Dema laughed happily, jumping up and down in joy.

The delma is the Dema. When I went to college in Canada, Dema admitted that she was bored with my activities that only studied, studied and studied Dema wanted to do something that could make her not bored.

Since that moment. Dema began to come to the boxing club, and sometimes sought pleasure by being an accomplice to a powerful man in his area. And more and more days, Dema began to be good at fighting, and almost all the opponents who met her would definitely lose.

The flight attendants began to come closer, curious about the commotion. "They have to go, NOW!" I forced Dema to immediately disappear from the scene, or else things would get messier.

"Good, fine. Aing knew what to do, and aing also did not want to accompany this crybaby." Dema laughs small directly run— pay no heed to the man—go towards cafeteria. The flight attendants were seen immediately swarming the man sitting holding his broken hand.

I closed my eyes immediately. I'm afraid things are getting messy because of that. Dema and I agreed to hand over control of the body to him until the plane reached Surabaya.

"Alright, Med. Aing won't mess up, aing will take care of us." The crema began to take some food.

***

I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the ceiling of my room. "For how long have you controlled my body Dema?"

"As long as you can do not disturb your rest Med."

I stood up. Walk out room—down to the first floor. My mom was busy preparing food.

Mama who saw me coming down from the top floor, immediately left all her busyness to hug me. "God, my dear Mama is awake. When you came home this afternoon, you looked really tired, until your Mama's call didn't you respond."

I'm just looking for excuses, which are true and don't look weird.

Mama nodded her head. Saying that if it was just joking, Mama must have understood when her children were tired and not. Parents understand their children better than anyone, Mama said.

I sat on the chair, followed by Reza. Mom poured water into our glasses. Put rice on both of our plates. Me, Brother Reza and Mama had dinner together without Dad and Miko. It's been a few years since the incident came, but it feels like they left recently.

"Mama....Reza wants to say something." The dinner changed just like that. Brother Reza spoke in a serious tone.

Mama stopped eating, glanced at Kak Reza, then resumed eating.

"Reza wants to reopen it, tell them to do the same thing they did five years ago Ma" Reza explained without clarity.

Mom looked back to Reza. "IS IT HARD TO FORGET THAT REZA?!" Mama snapped.

Reza did not answer. "What's on your mind? Is the happiness in front of you now lacking, son?"

Mama stood up, saying it was no longer appetizing to continue her eating—walking towards the kitchen.

"Mama forced me to do it. Mama always thought of the two of them, Mama still couldn't accept their departure. I know it's Ma. And the biggest reason I've achieved all of that in my current position is.... To bring them back."

Who does Reza mean?

Are Father and Miko whom Brother Reza calls 'They'?

"alright. Do as you please, but do not involve anyone if later things you do fail Reza. Bring them back!" sue Mama.

A smile was directly etched into Kak Reza's face. He stood up, ran straight to Mama, hugged Mama—, said thanks for giving Kak Reza permission.

Brother Reza immediately rushed to his room after that.

I followed Mom into the kitchen. "What will Reza do Ma?"

Mama explained briefly that Reza will open the portal again to bring back Father and Miko.

Reza's sister is back down. He was already wearing a neat black suit coupled with a black tie that made his appearance truly like a young businessman.

"Evenings Reza..Where are you going?"

"Sorry Ma, just for a second. Reza has to leave quickly, there's an appointment with Reza's friend in the lab!" Brother Reza kissed Mama's cheeks, immediately saying a short goodbye. I only saw Brother Reza disappear so quickly without comment.

Mama sighed. Washing all the finished dishes and cups we use.

Mama explained the concerns that Mama had during my college studies in Canada. Mama tells, if Kak Reza is now full of ambition, and very similar to Dad right after losing Miko.

"Like just now, for example, when Mama allowed, without a break of a few hours, your sister immediately left," Mama regretted that she had given Kak Reza permission.

The clock was still showing at nine, and today still included my vacation day, so I decided to sleep a little later than usual. I just want to accompany Mama so as not to be too lonely to worry too much about Kak Reza.

I'm sitting in the living room, watching Mama's favorite movie. Mama always repeat watching this film, if a month Mama will watch it three times.

"Amed knows?. This scene is always a scene that makes Mama cry, even though Mama already knows will see it." The film is showing two couples who will be separated after a long relationship.

I looked towards the wall clock. It didn't feel like eleven o'clock at night. Since dinner, Dema had no voice at all. Bizarrely.

"Where is Red Reza?" just as I thought about it, he was immediately present.

"Where are you going, Dema? Didn't show up since dinner last night."

"Aing rest or Med, when you can rest." I forgot one thing, which is that Dema is also a human who can get tired.

Mama sighed, turning off the TV. I turned to wonder, why Mama turned off the TV right when the cool scene in the movie was just about to start.

"Your brother hasn't come home yet" Mama said briefly, "What if he's okay? Please check Med, get in Mama's car." I nodded, taking the key.

I opened the gate as wide as a car. I opened the car door and immediately sat in the driver's seat.

Mama exclaimed, "You're not going to go down again, Mama's closing the fence Med!" I nodded, pulling the car out in front of the house.

Mama waved—talk carefully to me. I stepped on the gas pedal, started taking cars down the city streets.