I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
64. Blackhead

Blackhead

Two little children huddled together under a blanket. Their small bodies were jolted when they heard a scream from outside the room. Not once did they both have to hear their parents' quarrels, but this time it was different.

Shouts were heard again, their bodies jolted again to make the hand of the brother reflex to close the ears of the sister who now had teary eyes.

“Bi, do not cry,” whispered the brother who got a nod from his sister.

But the tears of the brother again broke when he heard his mother's cry.

“Kak Nana, dangan angis.” This time the little hand of the little sister rubbed her brother's cheeks wet from tears.

“Kakak does not cry, big brother strong.”

“Bi is also strong!”

“Iya, Bi great, can't cry.”

The younger brother smiled as he nodded his head looking so adorable making the older brother smile, but they were immediately jolted with round eyes when the blanket that became their hideout was revealed showing the face of their father who was still shining with anger, but it instantly softened when it saw the tears on the cheeks of its eldest daughter.

The man's eyes now stared at his youngest daughter and without waiting for a long time he lifted up forcibly until the little girl screamed hysterically.

“Kak Nana! Huaaaa! Sister Nana!!” His little body was struggling, his little hands were trying to reach the hand of the Big Brother who was chasing him from behind.

“Bi! Bi!”

“Huaaaa .. Brother Nana! Mamah! Mom!”

The little girl kept screaming crying calling her brother and mother.

“Bi! Bi!”

“Kak Nana! Mom!”

The girl flinched, waking from her dream with sweat soaking her body, tears without feeling soaked on her cheeks, her breathing was wheezing with her chest pounding.

For a moment he was silent looking dazed .. The dream was as real, as if he were there and experienced it firsthand.

“Kak Nana?” The girl tried to remember the name she heard in her dream. “Bi?” his head now feels throbbing, next to his hand massaging the temple trying to eliminate a headache that appears suddenly.

The dream is increasingly clear .. initially only blurry images, the more slowly the picture is more clearly visible, until finally it was all clear, making it more confused ... what dream is that? Who are those two kids? Why does he have such an inner bond with them.

Is he one of those kids?

Bi?

The name seemed familiar, there was a tickling feeling when he heard the name .. as when he heard the name the woman mentioned a few days ago.

Sagita Bentari …

An unfamiliar name, but also a familiar one .. and after his encounter with Kirana that day, this dream continues to appear as if it is a past memory buried in his subconscious.

But who are they?

“Kak Nana?” There was a feeling he could not express when he mentioned that name.

“Mamah?”

Obviously the woman in her dream was not the figure of the mother she had known all along, but why her heart felt sad when remembering how the figure of Mamah in her dream was torn by tears, he ran and struggled to catch up with her.

Her tears were unfeelably re-dropped recalling the figure of the woman and the little child in her dream. There was a strange feeling that made his chest tight, a yearning that did not know the tip of his base made him involuntarily stunned into tears while hitting his chest.

What is this feeling? Why was he so sad just because of a dream? Currently he wanted to run looking for the figure of Kak Nana as well as Mamah in his dream, but where? Where's he looking for her?

She continued to cry until she fell back to sleep, but this time she smiled in her sleep when she saw the picture of the two children playing in the snow.

His phone on the nightstand vibrated, the screen light was on and a message came in.

Ferdi Izam: Tomorrow is d-day (tomorrow is the day)

After his encounter with Kirana at the Haryanto event, Anggi realizes that he cannot defeat Kirana in taking Caraka's heart, plus the news circulating about how Rudi Mahesa, the King, is, introducing him in public as a prospective daughter-in-law of Mahesa then the opportunity to get Caraka is getting thinner.

His black mind once thought of getting Caraka back to him by destroying her, but he was not that bad. It was all due to the influence of alcohol, so when the influence of alcohol was gone he forgot about the idea.

Anggi deliberately came to E-World just to ascertain what action he would take. Will Caraka let go for her, or will she come back with her plan to destroy her and make Caraka regret leaving her?

But after seeing the ring that was coiled on Kirana's ring finger, and seeing how Kirana arrogantly showed her it was certain that the ring was a gift from Caraka, and it again made her chest heat up. How can the woman seem to easily get what she has most indulged in all this time, namely ..the love, attention and recognition of a man she likes.

No, Anggi won't let Kirana easily get all of that. His black mind re-ruled itself. If yesterday Anggi had hesitated, but that day when he saw how Kirana arrogantly showed off the ring, then there was no doubt at all … his black mind again said to remove the smile from the arrogant face of the woman who now got the title as the prospective daughter-in-law of Mahesa.

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As promised on Saturday I will go to Pacet with Mr. Supri, but it turns out my plan changed a little because not only me and Supri were leaving but with Caraka and Oka who came last night to surprise. Mamah also came, but Mamah decided to stay in the apartment alone did not go to Pacet. Maybe Mom wasn't ready to meet one of my family.

The journey from Surabaya to Pacet was not as far as I thought. Mr. Supri deliberately took the toll road to make it faster, after going out of the Penompo toll we entered the city of Mojokerto where several times we passed by buses between cities and provinces, and, until finally at the intersection of Kertajaya terminal, Mojokerto, Mojokerto, Mr. Supri took our car to turn left then after a few kilometers we turned right and began the road that passed is the village connecting road where the right left road began to row houses of residents intersecting with the garden personally, after that the streets started to rise and the scenery started to change.

Rice terraces, restaurants, fishing ponds became a sight that made me start to enjoy the trip, and the more up the scenery turned more beautiful, in addition to the expanse of rice fields and vegetable gardens, he said, also I can see some natural attractions from the waterpark, outbound area, to rafting, also standing some resorts, villas, and hotels. This scene reminds me of the scenery in Lembang, Bandung, where many nature-themed recreation areas between plantations, lodging, and residents' homes. Along the way many sell a variety of souvenirs from the plantation ranging onion, alpuket, banana, durian, yam, purple ketela chips and more.

“Later home we buy alpuket yes, Kang.”

“Sip.”

“If you want later there is a strawberry picking place, so Miss Kirana can choose and pick her own strawberry.”

“Here, Sir?”

“Iya, Mom, later in front there.”

“Kang, can ya, Kang?”

“Bby, go home right?”

I smile while nodding vigorously, “Let's go back there huh, Mr. Supri.”

“Ready, Bu.”

“Based on small children,” said Oka who immediately got a message from me.

Aaah, this kid, almost three months of not meeting him makes it besides getting taller, also getting annoying.

Soon the car we were riding turned left into the village road where rows of houses, gardens and field before finally the car turned left into a slightly bumpy road, the car stopped in front of an iron fence with a fort high enough to surround the ranch area, Mr. Supri went down to talk to one of the ranch guards before they finally opened the iron gate.

“Mas Andi is waiting inside, Mom, he said there is Pak Bayu too.” Caraka and I looked at each other to hear Mr. Supri who had been back at the wheel put the car into the open gate.

A light blue painted house stands there with dark blue painted wooden pillars seen propping up the roof of the terrace of the house that looks widened to the side. There are several doors lined up like a map house. Maybe this building is a resting place for farm workers.

On the opposite side, there is a very large building with an asbestos roof where there is a goat cage that is lined up neatly and cleanly containing very well maintained goats. It was seen that some workers were busy cleaning the cage, as well as feeding.

“Mas Andi!”

Caraka and I took our eyes off when Mr. Supri's voice greeted a man who came out of one of the rooms that looked like an office, tailing behind him a man in his mid-fifties, with partially gray hair yet still looking gallant, his eyes looking at me full of probing made a sudden nervousness strike.

“Niki Bu Kirana, sing kulo perisaken kolo wingi (This is Miss Kirana, which I told you yesterday),” ucapa Pak Supri introduced me to a man named Andi.

“Andi.” The man greeted us kindly, before he finally introduced the middle-aged man standing beside him. “This Mr. Bayu, he happened to have just returned from Singapore yesterday and was ready to come here to meet with Mbak, and Mas-Mas this.”

“I am Kirana, this is my sister Asoka, and this is my future husband Caraka.” I introduced myself to the pounding heart to receive a helping hand from Pakde Bayu who was still looking at me and Oka with full investigation.

“Masuk ... we chat inside.”

The three of us entered the room that seemed to function as an office, there was a work desk complete with computers and printers, filling cabinets, and a set of guest chairs. It looks like their farm has been well organized.

“Di, gawekno papat coffee, siji tea! (Di, make four coffees, one tea!)” Pakde Bayu told Andi to make us coffee after previously he asked me to drink coffee or tea.

“Nggeh, Sir (Good, Sir).”

Pakde Bayu is now sitting in the guest chair with the three of us.

“I heard from Andi that this Mbak is looking for me?” pakde Bayu broke the atmosphere of the room that felt awkward and stiff.

“Betul, Sir.”

Pakde Bayu was silent still looking at me deeply, before he finally nodded.

“What can I help you with?”

I quietly gulped, then looked at Caraka and Oka who were looking back at me as if encouraging before looking back at the man with a beard on his chin.

“We came here actually to find ... Randi Prasetyo.”

Pakde Bayu was silent for a while looking thoughtful, his eyes narrowed at me and Oka before finally rounding as if surprised to realize something.

“The two of you ..” For a moment he seemed hesitant, making me have the courage to tell my true identity.

“We are both children of Mega Puspitaningrum and Randi Prasetyo.”

“Astagfirullahaldzim, yes Allah!” Unexpected pakde Bayu immediately stood up and hugged me and Oka. “Yes Allah, yes Rob! Thank God - thank God!” Pakde Bayu could not help but hold his happiness he hugged Oka tightly while patting his back which was only silent.

I don't know what to react to. There was a feeling of relief to see how the man who was none other than the older brother of the father we had been looking for had accepted us with open arms made me smile, tears of haru.

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