Liebe Zu Maiza's
The Conglomerate of Good Hearts

I opened my eyes slowly. The ear still controls the entire head. All bodies are limp because it sends strength to the war in the middle village broke out asking for rations.

My soul consciousness returned one by one. My pandang was fixed on the ceiling of the room that was pastel purple, where the lights were on the sign that night had ruled half the earth. I spread my eyes across the room dominated by purple. Everything I see is foreign.

I look back on the events that just happened. The last time I was at Sutomo Stop, someone grabbed me by the shoulder and it was dark.

"Oh my God." Without moving my body to the left or to the right, I woke up.

"Where am I?" I checked all parts of my body. The fingers and toes are still intact. The full uniform is also still attached to the body as it was at the last stop.

I looked around and it was all completely foreign.

"Where am I?"

I got out of bed, I approached the bag on the table beside the bed. I checked it one by one and it's still intact. Next to the bag lies two slices of chocolate jam bread and a glass of drinking water.

"You're sober, son?"

I flinched, my heart trembled violently, a man's voice startled me. I turned towards the voice, a middle-aged man standing at the door. His face was full of authority, his clothes were neat typical of classy people, I immediately took a standby position, lest he attack me.

"Not to be afraid, son!" A strand of smile accompanied his face which was decorated with a thin beard and mustache.

I hugged the bag, the only treasure I have right now.

"Sit down, son, calm your mind" he said once again to make me comfortable.

He walked in to get near me. Then pull the chair tucked under the table. His bearing was calm, his smile never disappeared from his face.

"Sit, Son!" He said as he moved his hand, he let me sit on the bed. I followed his orders.

"So you saw you were confused at the stop. I thought you needed help by him, got out of the car and approached you to offer help. You just asked and you fainted. You couldn't have left yourself at the stop, so you brought you here. Thank goodness you are conscious." he explained. I didn't know what to tell my father, who I suspected had just helped me. I kept quiet and looked around for the right words to thank.

"Oh yeah, what's your name, son?"

"Maiza, Sir. Maiza Kartika's"

"Maiza, what a name."

"Where are you going? Why are you still at the bus stop in school uniform like this?"

I then told *****bizarrely the events I had just experienced from the beginning of my activities at school until the passing of Sudirman Stop to Sutomo Stop. Not everything I tell you, just the important thing that this kind father needs to know.

About Afni's rejection and Azmi's treatment that makes me lose concentration on the bus does not need this kind father to know. If the problem is enough I keep it.

The good-natured father looked down to listen to my explanation. When I finished explaining the event, he raised his head and smiled at me.

"Oh yeah, maybe you're hungry. Let's eat with my dad."

This kind father offered me food. It means I'll have dinner with his family. Yes his family is certainly all classy people. A sense of inferiority arises in the heart, but has not defeated the hunger that has been circling in the middle village.

"Please, Son."

"What father's name?" I asked him his name so I could feel a little familiar with this kind-hearted Father.

"Anwar Baddu, you can call me Mr. Anwar!" friendly answer.

"Sir Anwar, thank you for helping me."

"Don't worry, let's eat, let's eat" he asked.

"But sir, I want to go home, surely the house people are worried about my situation." I asked, hoping that Mr. Anwar would take me home immediately.

"Later after eating, Supri will take you home."

I followed her steps towards the dining room. When out of the room, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Anwar's house is a large and luxurious two-story house. It was clearly visible from the ceilings and staircases of houses made of carved wood. The walls are decorated with paintings that seem very expensive. Mr. Anwar is definitely one of the conglomerates in the country. The benevolent conglomerate.

From the room, I passed through an elegant room, a wide television that was no matter what size, which obviously I never saw such a model in the village, he said, a fur sofa and plush carpet are placed in front of the television and two tables containing vases of flowers, maybe this is a family room.

I followed him to the dining room. At the dining table has been served food, such as the order of food in the restaurant, there are two plates and a glass.

[Only two? It means only me dong and Anwar sir will eat,] my inner self.

Mr. Anwar invited me to sit down and eat with him. A woman pulled a chair for Mr. Anwar and for me, and then she poured water on the glass that had been turned upside down. I can guess, that woman must have been her maid.

"Please eat Sir," he said with a slightly bent body, after his speech he went inside.

Right I guess, we were just both enjoying dinner. I wanted to ask you about another member of Mr. Anwar's family but did not dare, afraid to offend him.

After dinner, I said goodbye to Mr. Anwar and said many thanks for his help. Mr. Anwar gave me his business card 'if at any time you need help, whatever it is, as long as you can then you help' he said when thrusting the business card to me.

Mr. Anwar asked Supri his personal chauffeur to drive me home. Supri then carried out the command of her kindly master. Along the way, Supri and I had no communication. Supri was busy driving Pak Anwar's luxury car, and carrying out his master's orders. While I serve my thoughts that are fixed on the house with eyes fixed on the edge of the road decorated with colorful lights.

What if aunt Yusnita gets angry I come home late, or Afni complains about me and says something no-no to aunt Yusnita, or aunt Yusnita gets worried and sends word to the village. Mama and Anaya will not be calm if you know I have not come home until this night.

My uneasy feeling back playing in the corner of my heart, my legs are not calm continue to move, want to feel fast until and see the situation at home. Meanwhile, the car runs quite slowly because several times it is stuck in traffic. If I had wings, maybe from the moment I flew home.

Already reached the Sudirman Stop, which means a few meters more to the house. And finally Mr. Supri stopped the car in front of the house I pointed at. I immediately came down after saying hello to Mr. Supri.

" Supri sir, thank you for driving me home."

"Together, Deck!"

"Be careful on the road sir!"

"Yeah" replied Mr. Supri as he turned his car around.

I corrected my feelings by taking a deep breath, I saw Afni sitting on the porch, maybe she was waiting for me. I have to be ready to accept the reality before the eyes of whatever it is.