Healing
22. Change Place

At 8 less than five minutes, I arrived at the restaurant parking lot, as usual Dayat's smile immediately expands every time I see me get off the bike.

" Good morning Mba Raya.", a greeting that I hear almost every day, except when I am off work.

Mas Dayat the carpenter did leave almost every day, Actually there are two parking builders, one for the morning shift, and another for the afternoon shift. Mas Dayat is more often the morning shift because the only parking attendant is Mas Rohman, he has two jobs, if the morning becomes a errand boy in SD, and if the afternoon becomes a parking lot in the restaurant.

That is how our lives, people who are only graduates of Junior High School and High School, must be willing to work hard in order to meet the needs of life. Sometimes to duplicate some work if you still have time left.

" Morning Mas Dayat." 'I answered while taking off my white helmet, the helmet I bought not long ago, because the helmet belonged to the mother who was once damaged, and very worn.

After taking off the helmet and putting it in the rear view of the bike, I saw the green ninja bike exactly the same as the one Bian rode last night.

But didn't Bian say that he didn't go to the restaurant today?, after all, Bian always carries a car if he comes to the restaurant, and in the parking lot I haven't seen Bian's car. Maybe he didn't leave today.

I walked into the restaurant and I saw that the other friends had started to hold their own cleaning tools, someone was holding a broom, someone was holding a bell, and so on. I also took a napkin and water spray to wipe tables and chairs.

After cleaning up everyone gathered in the meeting room, I joined them.

" Beautiful morning", I was really shocked to the point of soaring when suddenly someone walked in from behind, and whispered so close, that his warm breath was clearly felt in my ear.

I guessed it was Bian, because other employees would not dare to whisper that close to me, it turns out Bian left, he did not become a holiday today. So.... what green ninja motor was his?, do not-don't Bian depart from his parents' house, so it still uses the motor last night.

I just smiled as I looked at Bian, my mouth moving saying the word 'morning too' as Bian looked at me with a fluffy smile.

This morning's briefing is still about work, today it's true, there are only two delivery orders, one for the event in the elite housing complex. And the other one ordered some rice boxes and cakes for the birthday party.

Because Rita is on holiday, and the booking is at the same time, then Hani and I are in charge of sending the delivery order, and I am part of the Arisan , while Hani to the birthday address. Fortunately, delivery was at 10, so by lunchtime I was back at the restaurant.

After the briefing is completed, all occupy their respective positions as usual. The restaurant is open, which means it's 9 in the morning, and in an hour I'll send the food order to the address I recorded on the paper.

I read that address, like it's no stranger to me. Right...it is the address of the house Yoga first, what ordered food from this restaurant for the event arisan is Bu Herni's mother Yoga?, so I feel worried and also anxious.

" I'm sorry Mas Riko, if you may know, the booking for the address I will send this on behalf of whom?", I asked Riko the manager.

Riko was seen reading the writing on the paper that I showed, "On behalf of Ms. Herni, if you can please be very careful to take her, Ra. because I and Bian know her very well, she said, it's like our mother. Because her son is our best friend" the statement Riko said actually made my cold sweat immediately pour out.

I can not deliver food there, I want to ask for a change of place to Hani, fortunately I clarified first, what is the name of the food order from this restaurant. Otherwise, I will definitely meet again with Ms. Herni, and set foot again in that house. A house I must not go to, because of my vows.

I approached Hani and I persuaded him to exchange food delivery with me.

" Han, we tukeran place yes, I see you're tired, so you're just anther whose address is not far too much. Let the rice box and my birthday cake between, this address is quite far from here",

Hani looked at me suspiciously, but she immediately agreed with my request, as it would obviously be more beneficial to her. Which should send to a faraway address, so send to a closer one.

Especially if sending in the home of the rich, sometimes can often be a pretty much tip.

" Okay mba Raya. we tukeran send address, mba Raya do not miesel ya.. kan mba ask tukeran".

Hani's words make me laugh, where maybe I'll regret, it just so happens that Hani wants to exchange a mailing address with me, at least I'm not like a loser who licks my own spit. Once I swore not to set foot in that house, it would remain the same, unless a miracle happened, whatever it was, until at any time, maybe when the Yoga family begged me and apologized sincerely.

I first left the restaurant because the address I sent food further from Hani, I brought a motorbike that had been installed box to store the rice box and birthday cake. And I put it on slowly. Carrying a motorbike with lots of food should be more careful so that the order remains in a neat and beautiful state when arriving at the destination.

But it turned out that the house where I sent the order of rice boxes and birthday cakes was also quite large, although not in elite housing, but the house was bigger than the houses around it.

" Go in. please put here his rice box, and his birthday cake at the long table", pinta the owner of the house.

I obeyed his wishes, especially those who told me to be an old man.

The house was very spacious, but there was no sign of life in it, deserted, and silent, I tried to find out about the occupants of the house, or the host family, by looking for the whereabouts of the family photos, or the whereabouts, but unfortunately there was only one friendly photo of two elderly pairs smiling and staring at each other, loving gazes.

" I'm sorry Mbah first, everything I've put in my desire" said I after the person paid all the bills, even given more.

" If you may know, who is the birthday?, what is the grandson of Mbah?", indeed in the cake order there are candles numbers 2 and 6, I think his grandson who is sependicular to me who will be birthday.

" No, it's my birthday, but the elderly gymnastics friends I invited have not yet arrived, because the event starts later at 11, thank you Mba".

I nodded still with a shocked expression as well as a funny one, fortunately I was able to hold back my laughter. It turned out that the birthday of the grandmother, not 26 years, but 62 years.

But where is the family?, why would you want a birthday but the house is very quiet?, even the grandmother was like living alone.

Surely that person was a rich slang mbah-mbah, unfortunately he was alone, because the big house was very quiet, there was no one else I met when I entered it.

I was about to go back to the restaurant, but it turned out that my motor contact was missing at the long table where I had placed the birthday cake. I finally went back inside the house to get my motor contact.

But when I went inside, I saw the owner of the house crying while wiping a picture of himself with his husband. I heard his words that were not very clear, because he spoke while crying.

" I just wish I could celebrate my birthday with you, why don't you ask me to also face the Almighty, why did you leave me alone here, she said, you said you wanted to live like me, but you lied, huhuhu...".

The owner of the house still continued to cry bitterly, I was so unwell to disturb him. I slowly took my motor contact. Because of this motor contact, I would know the truth, if the grandmother lived alone in this big house.

" Loh, why are you still here?", I'm walking slowly trying not to make a sound so as not to disturb the owner of the house just caught.

" My motor contact was left at the desk Mbah, so I came here to take it" I said honestly.

" Did you see what I was doing?".

I nodded because it was true, I saw the owner of the house crying over her late husband, staring at their photo.

" Please don't tell anyone yes, I never cry in front of others".

I felt strange about the grandmother's words, but I nodded in agreement with her request, but I also did not intend to tell anyone that I had seen her crying. What's in it for me.

" Do you want to accompany me until my friends come here?, so that I am not lonely", the owner asked.

Actually I still have to go back to the restaurant, but I also did not feel good to refuse the request of the embah, especially he did need friends.

" Okay, until you come, I'll stay here".

I accompanied the owner of the house while listening to the story of him who turned out to have no children, had raised children and raised them, but even now his adopted children are busy taking care of work, and rarely come home, stay more often at the office.

I saw a piano at the end of the room. " Is it Mbah's?", I asked who immediately sparkled to see there was a piano there.

" It was my husband's birthday present on his 31st birthday".

It turned out that Mbah's memory was quite sharp. He even remembered in what year he was given the gift.

" Assalamualaikum.!", I heard the sound of many people saying greetings, I also walked out trying to check who came.

" They are my invited guests" said the owner, answering greetings to the guests.

" I'm sorry Mbah, then excuse me to go back to the restaurant, still have to continue working" I said goodbye.

The owner nodded and gave me a box of rice from the restaurant I had brought.

" Make your lunch, I hope to see you next time" said the Mbah. I received a rice box from him and left the mansion, returning to the restaurant.