Curious Spirit Courier
Home Anyelir

The morning greeted, the rain last night left a biting cold and a thin mist that seemed reluctant to leave even though the sun had been high. Ferdian now stands in front of a house with an ancient architectural style of the Dutch era.

Home Anyelir

Worn nameplate that has been weathered to age. The support pole is even filled with rust and ready to fall at any time. A motorbike passed in front of Ferdian. A man in a black jacket carried a pile of newspapers on the front and on the back was an additional special bag for transporting other items.

Ferdian watched from behind the supernatural dimension. He compared the photos of Tami's parents to the man who had just passed by.

"This man is similar to a photo just a little older." murmured Ferdian.

"Na, can you help me get things inside?" the man shouted while unbinding his motorbike.

A large pack of cardboard tied behind the motorcycle seat seemed a little troublesome. Shortly from inside the house a woman with a fist, half ran to meet the man.

"We've got another shipment, Mas?"

"Yes, Alhamdulillah. New donors from the city always send groceries and also a little clothing for the children of the home." said the man in the jacket with a happy expression

"Allah, may the fortune of good people always be doubled."

"Aamiiin, yuuk take it inside! The kids will love it."

The two together raised a large box that looked quite heavy. Ferdian followed them into the house.

"Where are the children at the home?"

"There's a back, a sport with Joni."

Ferdian compared the old photos of the two with their faces. "Hhm, similar. Are they really Tami's parents?"

A middle-aged woman entered the room. "Erna, Rangga, that's a shipment from Mr. Samsul and you put it in a closet. Immediately disassembled the food, afraid something is broken!"

The old mother sat on the sofa not far from the large cardboard box. 

"Erna, Ranges. Yup, they're Tami's parents. But why did they let Tami get adopted, while here they took care of another child?" Ferdian was a little surprised.

Soon, footsteps sounded simple. Some children around eight to ten years old were competing to sit near the middle-aged woman.

"Have you finished your gymnastics?"

"It's Miss Sae! We're tired, we want to drink the same food!" sahut son of stock.

"This you, his mind eats only" said Erna with a big smile not forgetting her hand pinched the chubby boy's cheek.

Their chatter just flowed, Ferdian could feel the warmth and comfort even though the Carnation House was simple and there were no fancy furniture. The familiarity that is established clearly shows the relationship between the orphanage children and the owner as one whole family. 

Ferdian went around looking for more information. Look at each photo hanging neatly on the wall. He was interested in a photograph of four people. 

Ferdian thought for a moment before finally smiling. "I think I know what's going on here."

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The house bell rang just as the children of the early-morning parlor were together. Erna rushed forward to open the door.

"Good morning,"

"Morning, can I help you, sir?" Erna asked politely to Ferdian.

Ferdian smiled, "I'm looking for Erna's mother and Rangga's father. Are they really here?" 

"Yes right, I'm Erna let's sit down."

After a bit of stale and Rangga came, Ferdian opened his voice about the purpose of his arrival.

"I brought a message from the Asih family."

The two were pale and staring at each other. "D-is-fell?"

"Asih is currently being treated in a mental hospital for depression." 

"Depression, what's the son of it?" it was Erna's quick question that made Ferdian smile inwardly.

Erna the mother was clearly worried about her daughter. 

"Please tell me, where's his daughter?" yanya Erna again with eyes looming.

"Considering me, didn't you say that Asih's son was a princess?" Ferdian frowned pretending to fish further.

Rangga clasped Erna's hand, "Sorry but may I know, what the father's relationship with Asih. We haven't had any contact with Asih or Erwin in a long time." Rangga interrupted to give Erna a little space to calm down.

"I'm just a message sender. Actually I came here to represent his daughter Tami and bring a message from her."

"How do you mean that you represent Asih and her daughter?"

Ferdian smiled, "I know you two are the real parents of Tami, Asih's only daughter." 

Again the two gasped in shock, and Ferdian continued. "It is with great regret that I have to report this. Your daughter Tami died fifteen years ago. Tami died in a train accident in Trowek."

"What's? No, Dad must be wrong! Our daughter is fine! Asih says she takes good care of him, she's happy with Tami!" Erna started to hysterically and lured Bu Saedah the owner of the parlour to get close.

"What is this Erna, Rangga?"