GRINNED
CHAPTER 3: Memories

This conversation feels boring. But just enjoy.  Is not a good and careful plan, is the right first step, so that efforts can get encouraging results.

But it feels bored too. My wish is immediate execution. Without lingering in the conversation. I can't wait to try the restaurant's kitchen. And serve the menus that are my mainstay.

Fortunately, shortly afterwards, the cafe staff approached us, carrying a small dish we ordered, along with fresh drinks.

He set it on our table. Every now and then we drank and ate the little food available, chatting, continuing the conversation until it was over.

I see Mr. Zaidan is very tired. And want to rest. Maybe he didn't get enough sleep last night. Both of his eyes seemed to be blinking. His sleepiness attacked. For a moment we were silent in silence. Not to disturb his sleep. Let him rest first.

"Ah sorry, I'm so sleepy" said Mr. Zaidan, when conscious of his sleepiness.

"Having stayed up late, Mr Zaidan?" said brother carefully.

"Last night, Anya often woke up. It seems like he's having another nightmare."

We both fell silent. Trying to digest what he said. We still wonder the direction of the story.

"The images of that event are very attached to my daughter's memory. I don't know when he's able to erase it from his mind. I hope you can forget it soon."

"What event, sir?" making asking.

"The events that took the life of his mother."

"What happened to Mother and Anya?"

Why are those words coming from my lips. Unpreventable. Makes Mr. Zaidan look even sadder. Then he took a deep breath. Take it out slowly. 

"4 months ago, when there was work in Kalimantan, our house was visited by robbers. But it seems they did not come to rob. Because all the stuff is still in one piece. Cars, motorcycles, jewelry, leptops, nothing he touches. Especially being taken away.  I don't know what they want."

"If I had gone home soon, it probably wouldn't have happened" he continued, covering his face with both hands. It was clear that he was very sorry for what happened to his family.

"Why when the mother called, I ignored her. I didn't know his soul was threatened."

Then he paused for a moment. Take a breath and exhale it heavily.

"Actually when I didn't pick up the phone. I want to give him a surprise. "

Mr. Zaidan's eyes began to glaze over. Then shut up for a moment. Soon he turned his eyes and stopped the story he wanted to tell. Seen he dissolved in the memories of past grief with his wife. Makes him sad.

I could feel a deep sorrow, stored in his heart, from the first moment I met. Maybe by revealing it to us at this moment, it would make him feel light.

"Oh, I'm a crybaby in front of you. Sorry to ruin the mood."

"No why Mr. Zaidan. I am honored to hear the true story of my father. If it makes you calmer."

I can't deny, I got carried away in the story too. Until without feeling, these tears cannot be prevented from dripping. I'll soon be wiping with the tissue I always carry.  How did I follow the crybaby ....

We all snorted for a moment. Until little Anya came, with her cheerfulness, so that the atmosphere became liquid again. With a casual step, he sat down between us. Drink calmly from a glass that is still full.

"I'm back, Mother. "She said while standing up, about to move towards me. Then put it in my lap. And spoiled, while playing her curly hair. Makes Alfath wonder. About my closeness to both of them.

"In the meantime, did I not hear wrong ... Anya called you mother?!" Brother Alfath looked at me with a full glance.

Oops .. Alfath kok can talk like that sich. In front of Mr. Zaidan again. Anyway, I can't hide my embarrassment. I could only look away from her eyes.

Seeing that, Mr. Zaidan simply smiled, stopping his drinking. Put the cup on the table.

"We haven't had any relationship with Alfath. Just this working relationship. Know him as well just now." replied Mr. Zaidan casually.

It feels like I've boiled shrimp just this face, holding the shame of Kak Alfath's attitude towards me this time.

" Dinda, you are the sister of her only sister.if anything happens to you, brother is also difficult."

"Yes, brother." I replied briefly, barely holding back tears. It turned out that behind his harsh attitude earlier, there was affection in it.

"Alfath. Trust your sister. God is fine. He's grown up anyway. It's time to decide something for his life." Mr. Zaidan tried to defend me. Which makes brother Alfath silent.

"Nya, from now on do not call ammah with the name mother yes .... Alfath is angry. And dad was sad. Understand Anya." I tried to comfort myself by talking to little Anya.  I watched us, which was a little hot. But he just smiled while enjoying the food. This is what makes me anxious and immediately pinches his nose.

"Then what should I call you?" tanyanya polo's.

"God Dinda. Whisper baby?" While I peeked his cheek that was chubby exactly that bakpao.

"Good ammah Dinda beautiful. Anya dear to ammah. And may Ammah be her real mother." I can only take a deep breath. While Mr. Zaidan almost can not trick himself to laugh. The other is the same brother who was slightly angry. Ah already...

Consider it bad luck.

"Wah .. unfair dong. Earlier mother. Anya's turn becomes ammah." said Mr. Zaidan who made me sebel.

"I call Dinda ah ...."

Enggghhhh .. My heart was made by him. Really sucks.

"Whatever father." I gave up.

There's-there's just this guy. Belved ....

"Oh yes .... Are you in college?" said Mr. Zaidan. Makes me cheer. Thank God, finally back to the leptop.

"Yes sir, it's still semester four."

"I don't want your college to be interrupted. So if there's anything report to me. If you want to lift the officer. Maybe for the specifics you know better" Zaidan said with certainty.

I admired his thoughts to achieve the goal he wanted. I think it's a good decision. So that this effort can be realized and run well.

"And Alfath in the meantime please help Dinda. But your job in the office is not to be stranded."

"Ready sir." Answer us almost simultaneously. Making Mr. Zaidan laugh.

"It turns out you can be compact as well" said Mr. Zaidan, who sees us always together, when answering questions from him.

This is not just being a chef. But almost like a deputy director of restaurant affairs. My cave in my heart.

I am grateful to finally be able to open my own restaurant, even though the capital still belongs to someone else. Who can manage it according to the talent I have.