I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
41. Be safe, be happy

Be safe, be happy

“Honestly lately Mamah always think about your relationship and Caraka makes Mamah think maybe this is the time Mamah looking for your father's whereabouts, but Mamah is confused where to look? Mamah has no acquaintances in Surabaya who can at least help find out your father's news .. is there or not.”

Mamah is right .. is dad still alive? All this time I've never thought of going there .. It's possible that you're not there because you're not looking for us. If dad is no more how is Bi? Who is he with now?

“When you ask permission to go to Surabaya.” Mamah said again to make me focus on looking at Mamah, forgetting the thoughts that had traveled. “Mamah had thought maybe this is the path that has been determined by God so that you can be facilitated to find your father and sister.”

I smiled while nodding. Yes, as Mamah said with me assigned in Surabaya maybe this is one of the directions as well as the path of the Almighty if this is the time I look for the whereabouts of my father and brother. Like it or not, accept it or not, as my father said my father is still my legal guardian when I get married.

“Alright, Kirana will try to find father and Bi, but where should Kirana look?”

“Well, that's it, Na, Mamah also forget to remember the name of your father's home region.”

“How Kirana can find them, Mah, if only armed with name only.”

Mama was silent, thinking for a moment.

“Yang Mamah remembers your father telling me that in his house they had an Etawa goat farm. Just try to find places to farm goats Etawa.”

Hadeuh, Ibu Mega is thought there is only one Etawa goat farm in Surabaya.

“It was more than 20 years ago, Mah, it could have been now they no longer have a farm.”

“Iya also yes.” Mama agreed. “But it can also still be until now.” Hadeuh, if it's like this, Ibu Mega has turned into First Lady, which means no one can dispute it. His word is a duty like the duty of the state.

“The area is deh, Mah, at least the area .. Surabaya is broad, Mah.”

“Mamah forgot, Na ... his name if not wrong from P. .. whataa is.” Mama was silent again looking thoughtful. “Purwokerto? No, Purwodadi? No, Pasuruan? No, Pekalongan? Also not.”

I heard Mamah who was monologuing.

“Palembang? A pekanbaru? Pare-Pare?”

Mom looked at me before hitting my arm.

“Ih, you like weird. That mah is not an area in Java oruh.”

“Mamah is also strange, which Mamah mentioned earlier it is not Surabaya, Mah.”

“But the minimum is still in Java, Na.”

Yes...moms are free, whatever.

“Name deh, Mah.”

“Kan was already Mamah tell .. Randi Prasetyo.”

“Not father's name, Mah.” It was like talking to H. Bolot it. “Name of dad's parents, who owns his goat farm.”

“Oooh, say oruh from earlier.” Mom laughed at me who was breathing heavily. “H. Joko.”

“H. Joko?”

“Yes, your father used to tell me that his father's farm was quite famous. They produce Etawa goat milk which will be sold to cooperatives to be made souvenirs.”

I nodded in understanding. “H. Joko. Pakde Bayu's. Randi Prasetyo.” I tried to remember these three names, to facilitate my search later in Surabaya.

“Goat farm Etawa.” Mamah added a list that I should remember making me nod.

“Goat farm Etawa.”

“Master land.”

I sighed hearing Mamah add another list.

“H. Joko, the landlord who owns Etawa goat farm, Pakde Bayu, Randi Prasetyo.”

This time Mamah nodded in satisfaction mendegar I have memorized everything.

“Don't forget Bi.”

“Iya ... H. Joko, the landlord who owns Etawa goat farm, Pakde Bayu, Randi Prasetyo, Bi.”

Mamah was more satisfied.

“But, Na, it could be that the call is not Bi anymore right now. We used to call Bi so that Japanese people could easily call him, just like you used to be in Japan called Nana.”

I agree with Mamah's words.

“Quiet I will search with his name clear .. Bentari.”

“Full name ..”

“Iya, Mah, Kirana remember. Mom just calm down.” I cut off Mamah who will say Bi's full name. Because if it is allowed to continue it will not have an end, it will continue to get longer and wider. The clock is at half-eleven in the evening and I have to sleep so that tomorrow is not too late to the airport.

So the case close with .. H. Joko, landlords who have a goat farm Etawa, Pakde Bayu, Randi Prasetyo, Bentari. Okay, Noted.

***

Early in the morning Siska who will take me to the airport has come with Bu Yati. Siska's mother. While Oka has gone to use the red one with a big smile, because she can finally go to school with her own motorbike without having to bully her friends or ride an online motorcycle.

With Mamah in between, Bu Yati and Siska as the driver we went to the airport. Mamah and Bu Yati were sitting in the back of a muffled back because of the crowded streets, while I was sitting in front with Siska, feeling used to the traffic jam in the morning. So I could relax a little because I had expected it, which is why we left early.

“Gue kira lo delivered Caraka.”

“Gueenya do not want.”

“Why?”

“Because I was afraid even more sad, and heavy to leave him.”

"Yeah, Munaroh, only three months by the time, rich who want to go how many years.”

Now we have passed the red light of Ceger, turn right then left enter the tunnel of Taman Mini, and fortunately, the road along TMII is quite smooth until the intersection of Tamini Square – Podok Gede which is a little long queue.

“But still, this is the first time I went long leaving my handsome and dirty girlfriend.”

“Please it's handsome and its tajir need not be underlined.”

“Hahaha, precisely it should be underlined, in caps lock, bold and italic.”

“Hahaha.”

“You also left Mamah sama Oka. You are not sad?”

Mom sitting in the back was protesting and making me laugh again.

“Ya how to be sad if you are told Kirana duty out of town Oka instead cheer very happy because you can use the Red during Kirana in Surabaya, and Mamah was very happy because she finally could travel to Surabaya on the grounds of visiting me.”

“Hahaha, later Siska befriendin yes, Tan, who knows later meet crazy rich Surabaya mate there.”

“Don't be crejian ah dizzy,” Bu Yati continued. “Later you even tortured like in soap operas that, even so creji real.”

Well, understand now that Bu Yati and Bu Mega are 11-12 about imagination?

“Kirana's in-laws are good, Tan, don't make Kirana kreji.”

“Well, don't take it off again, Na, it's hard it's like that. If Caraka has a sister, you can introduce Siska.”

“Siska already said, Mah, but Kirana said she does not want to have a sister-in-law like Siska.”

“Hahaha.” I laughed when Siska complained to her mother.

“True too. You eat it a lot, make shame.”

“Hahaha.” My laughter grew louder hearing Bu Yati's words which made Siska pout.

Currently we have entered the Halim Perdana Kusuma airport area after being trapped in several congestion points, but thankfully it is not so severe so we can come early to take care of tickets and others.

And guess what surprised me when I got to the front waiting room of the departure door?

Yep! Kang coffee was sitting with his handsome face with a big smile when he saw me and the others entering the airport area.

“Kok, can it be here?”

“You think I'll let you go without seeing you first?”

I can only smile at him.

“There is still a curse?”

I saw a watch that showed at 9:25, there was still less than an hour left of the take of hours printed on the ticket.

“Still.”

“Can you talk to me for a minute?”

I say goodbye to Mamah who was talking to Bu Yati, while Siska looks cool posing in front of her cellphone camera.

“Candra already told you about who you will meet there?”

“Iya, Candra already explained about everything.”

Caraka nodded.

“Later at the airport there will be a driver who picks you up, his name is Mr. Supri.”

I already knew about it because Candra already told me about it.

“Your friend told me that later you will find your father.”

Mamah told Caraka? When's? What was the night they were chatting together and I bought a Betawi soto? It seems like it is.

“You already know it.”

Caraka nodded as she said, “I will accompany you looking for your father, but if you want to go find your own father or want to go anywhere and I am not there. You go with Mr. Supri don't go alone, okay?”

I just nodded back, even though I didn't understand it. Mr Supri is an office driver, how can I tell him to be a driver for my personal affairs?

“Dan .. save this.”

I was really excited to see the black card that was now in my hand.

“I don't need this.” I handed the card back to Caraka. “You forgot that now I am a Manager, and my salary is quite large even though it is still far below you.”

“Do not refuse!” Caraka again handed the card in my hand, not caring about me rejecting it. “Consider this emergency fund, you use it if you really need.”

“But ..”

“Listen, Na, I beg you for once don't be stubborn. I know you don't like things like this, but in Surabaya you are alone. No family, relatives, maybe even friends will help you if you need something emergency. So I beg you, save this.”

I still stared at the black card in my hand. Weight ... it's a heavy responsibility that I'm going to shoulder because of this little card. Right now my relationship with Caraka has not gone that far until she has an obligation to give me a card that I know without limits. It's just that his words are true .. in Surabaya I myself, there's nothing I can count on if something happens to me. So for a while I'll keep it, just keep it. Hopefully there are no emergencies that make me have to use that card.

“I never gave this card to anyone else, not even Arletha.”

I smiled at his explanation as if I was afraid that he would give the same card to his ex-girls.

“Alright, I will save it, but when I return to Jakarta I will return it to you.”

Caraka nodded, along with a notification regarding the flight Jakarta – Surabaya, the plane I was about to board. I stood next to the others who walked to take me to the front of the departure gate.

Siska, Ms. Yati, Mamah took turns hugging me with various kinds of advice, even Mamah seemed to hold back her cries even so while still hugging me, she whispered,

“Remember, H. Joko, got Etawa goat farm, landlord, Pakde Ba ..”

“Kirana remember, Mah.”

I quickly let go of the hug because I had memorized exactly what Mamah would say next.

Now it was Caraka's turn to hold me, whispering,

“Please be safe, be happy, be success, and keep your heart just for me.. love you.”

“Love you too.”

I smiled while nodding.

“Only three months, I will be back soon.”

Caraka nodded.

I slowly began to walk away from my loved ones, to achieve what became my faith and to return home with my head held high.

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