
Not as usual. Early in the morning when the new sun rises in the eastern horizon, Emeli invites Kayla to walk around on the grounds saturated at home continues. Kayla, who also felt the same, responded to Kayla's request. He needs refreshing after what happened to him lately. He must remain sane because his life journey is still long.
They walk around the city by public transport, not bothering Arshaka who had not focused on his work. Both want to make room for Arshaka to be serious about himself.
Kayla and Emeli occupied themselves with the unplanned activities. The two were happy when they played together outside the house. Kayla takes Emeli to the center of the game where previously the place was never touched by Emeli because of his inferiority with his condition. She was embarrassed if the other kids saw her.
However, this time Emeli did not remember that anymore. He was so happy to play with Kayla despite his limited form. The child seemed to forget about his condition, as well as Kayla, could forget the terrors that haunted him all this time.
The afternoon before 4 am Kayla takes Emeli home.
"Our aunt goes to my father's office" Emeli took as the public transport she was driving through her father's office building.
"Maybe?" kayla asked, fearing their arrival even disrupted the activities of Arshaka who might be busy taking care of his work.
"Why not? I'll never ban Emeli."
"OK, if that's what you want."
Kayla asks the driver to stop her car and pay the fare. After that, push Emeli's chair into Arshaka's office building.
"Auntie wait here! I need a moment" said Emeli then turned his electric wheelchair to the right, where the room was a room of the financial manager at the company.
Kayla frowned, worried about Emeli, Kayla was about to catch up, but was immediately restrained by a security who was there.
"But I don't want anything to happen with Emeli" Kayla explained with a panicked look.
"Take it easy, along with Mr. Gibran, Emeli is safe," said the security calmed Kayla.
"But–"
"Kayla, are you here?" asked Arshaka who was walking behind Kayla, it turns out Arshaka just came to the office. I don't know where the guy was from the morning.
"Welcome back to your office" said Toni who happened to pass and approached Arshaka and shook his superior's hand.
"Thank you for the welcome. What about the state of the office after I left?" arshaka asked in pleasantries as she watched from home.
"Yes, it's still the same as yesterday. I have not been successful in helping Mr" said Toni with a pias-looking facial expression. Not bad because all this time so convincing Arshaka that he could make a little better company, in fact it did not work at all.
"It's okay, you've fought hard." Arshaka patted Toni on the shoulder and smiled warmly. Toni still survives in the company, Arshaka is happy.
"Thank you for everything. Let's go back to the room!"
Toni nodded and followed Arshaka's steps. Just a few Lang Arshaka stops.
"Wait on! Where's emeli?"
"In Mr. Gibran's room," said security who was still standing bye on the spot.
"okay." Arshaka nodded then walked into Gibran's room and spoke to the man.
"I'm sending Emeli to you, Nang deliver to my room!"
"Good sir."
Arshaka nodded then walked out of the manager's room and taught Kayla to come with him.
"No need to worry, Emeli is also close to Gibran," explained Arshaka then stepped quickly into his room. Arshaka's face was beaming, it seemed like there was some good news that Toni wanted to tell immediately.
In the manager's room, Emeli seemed to chatter cheerfully about his activities all day and Gibran preferred to be a listener rather than talk. This man only occasionally chimed in on Emeli's story.
In the middle of listening to Emeli's story, Gibran's phone shook. He quickly checked who the person who had called him was.
"Mr Jeremy! What's he calling me?" murmured with a wrinkled forehead. Tumben once the man called him after a long time never rebuked.
Gibran stood up and said, "Just in a moment, Emeli!"
The man walked out of the room before seeing a nod from Emeli.
"Yes, sir, just a minute!"
It seems Jeremy is impatient because Gibran did not answer his question.
"What's up, Mister?" gibran asked as he reached the door. The man glanced at Emeli. Emeli's feeling was not good to see Gibran's glance, but the girl lowered her head and pretended not to care.
"Already, it's done anyway. I have done as ordered" Gibran said, reassuringly as he quickly left the room.
Deg.
Emeli's heart pumps faster.
"What are they talking about?"
The suspicious Emeli followed Gibran carefully and hid behind the wall.
"Yes, I've alienated the woman and you're calm in not going back because the place is far from Jakarta."
"Who is exiled? Whose woman?" Emeli's brain is working hard.
"Why just be exiled? Didn't I tell him to kill him! Is that woman alive?" Jeremy's voice came from behind the phone.
"Astaghfirullahal enzyme." Emeli stroking chest. Didn't expect his grandfather to be that cruel.
"I only brought him to move out of this city to more easily remove the traces then told others to exterminate them. So Mr. Jeremy, just take it easy, everything's all done."
Emeli's hand is shaking.
"Well! Watch out if you tricked me!" Jeremy's voice was clearer.
Emeli's cellphone, which was used to record Gibran and Jeremy's conversation, just slipped off and fell on the wheelchair and lay beside his feet.
"What's that?" Gibran panic.
Emeli who realized hastily stepped on her phone and then pressed the button of her electric wheelchair to be able to walk on her own quickly.
"See, sir, it looks like someone's eavesdropping on our conversation." Gibran immediately hung up the phone and immediately walked to the direction where the sound had been heard.
"It looks like it's from here." Soon Gibran ran to chase.
Emeli's breathing is boring, if it is discovered then his life will be the next victim, as the child thought.
"Ah, fuck!" Emeli hit his wheelchair when when he wanted to try to control the button to walk faster, the wheelchair ran out of battery while the pace of people running was heard behind.
"Why Emeli?" ask Arshaka's secretary who happened to see Emeli.
"This is my wheelchair battery Aunty exhausted when I want to go to the father's room" said Emeli while picking up a cellphone.
"Oh, let's help Auntie push."
Emeli nodded with a smile even though her heart was tight.
Gibran was looking around for who had eavesdropped on him but. Seeing Emeli talking and the secretary at the company with a smile he was sure not Emeli the person he was looking for because if a child heard about the murder, his face would be frightened.
"Ah, hopefully it's just my feeling, maybe someone just happened to pass by and drop something," Gibran said and then sighed in relief.
***
The night after returning from work, Emeli, Arshaka, and Kayla seemed to enjoy dinner while occasionally talking. Suddenly a man was already standing behind Kayla and Emeli and facing Arshaka.
"Arshaka, decide tonight!"
Emeli was shocked to hear Jeremy's voice behind him sitting down. It's still very clear in memory of the man's conversation with Gibran this afternoon.
"What's up, Dad? Let's eat together" said Arshaka.
"It's your last time to save the future. Get rid of this village girl and marry Elena! Then everything will be back to how it was."
Kayla was sculpting and Emeli looked shocked. Arshaka looked at Jeremy with a flat gaze.
"I can't Dad!" push it with a smooth voice.
"See, you prefer this cheap country girl to a classy woman like Elena!" Jeremy looks furious.
"It's not the treasure that makes a woman look classy Dad, but the kindness and sincerity of his heart" Arshaka continued.
Jeremy smiled cynically.
"Oh so you don't think you need a treasure? I wonder what you would be like if there were no possessions of mine. Get out of this house and be a bum!" Jeremy's voice boomed with his hand pointing at Arshaka.
"Good." Arshaka got up from his seat and was about to take Emeli.
"Master, let me just go" stop Kayla.
"No Kayla, it's not just about you. I can't marry Elena because she could have tortured Emeli. Let's help Emeli pack. We're getting out of here too!"
Finally Kayla nodded and went to pack Emeli's things and also had her own.
Jeremy clenched his hands, the longer Arshaka was the more he couldn't manage.
"Where are we going now, Dad?" ask Emeli when they get to the car.
Arshaka nodded, not knowing where to go. Wanting to stay at his friends' house or one of his employees is afraid of being a burden to them.
"Is there no place in your office for temporary shelter?" ask Kayla.
"Good idea, we're going there now!" Arshaka then turns the wheel to his company.
There were some empty rooms, in the company, but Arshaka still chose his own room. Emeli and Kayla he told her to sleep in the room in the room while she herself preferred to lay her body on the sofa.
All three are equally rested and can not sleep with a raging mind, thinking what the next days will be like.
Emeli was staring at the wall, there was a guitar hanging there. He got up from lying down with difficulty then shifted with a sitting position to the edge of the bed, reaching for the object with a smile that suddenly appeared.
"How about tomorrow we're busking, Auntie?"
Kayla cringes.
"Maybe the result will not be able to buy a house, but who knows can pay for a rented house" he said.
"Emang Emeli can sing?" Kayla had never heard the boy sing all this time.
"Can," said Emeli then strum the guitar, a western song he chanted so melodious and Kayla so enjoy the sound of Emeli who was martyred in the middle of the night.
"Tante will support whatever Emeli does as long as it's good for you" Kayla said as Emeli finished the song. Once again a sweet smile was smeared on the lips of the girl.
"The best aunt, with the Aunt beside Emeli, Emeli seemed to feel there was a mami figure who always took care of Emeli," said the girl with a look of my eyes. She misses her mother even though she never sees it in person.
"Sleep, it's getting late. Tomorrow we must wake up early and the spirit bushes." Kayla stroked Emeli's hair. The boy nodded and slumped about to lie down. Kayla helped.
"You guys haven't slept? Sleep on!" arshaka orders at the door and then returns to his original place.
Seriate.