My children are not my seeds
Chap14s. Shocked and Loss of Direction

“Congratulations for your hard work all” said Mr. Edy welcomed the return of the Kalimantan team in the meeting room.

“As a thank you the company will give you bonuses and extra leave gifts” continued Mr. Edy.

“Today after the Kalimantan team meeting can go straight home to rest, additional leave next week, while the central team gets an additional 3 days off taking turns starting next week” pak edy explained

“Do anyone mind?” ask Mr. Edy.

“No Paak” exclaim compact employees with satisfied faces.

“Alright, we suffice so long ago, please continue according to the schedule of each” Mr. Edy left the room followed by the cheerful smiles of employees who are happy to get the windfall this year.

Johan did not go straight back to the boarding house, this time he will stop by Leyna's boarding house either accepted or not.

Two months and five days finally work on the project in the interior without lines of communication with Leyna and the family to make a grudge in the heart of Johan.

How surprised the boarding house is quiet, and looks locked gate. Johan heads to the boarding house and finds out.

“Sleeping costs yes sir?” Ask Johan.

“Lho nak Johan, long time no look yes, anywhere?” instead of answering a question that does not need an answer, Mr. Kos even seemed surprised to see the arrival of Johan.

“Iya sir, there are projects outside the city” replied Johan.

“The children have gone home all Johan” mas they will finish the initial exam.

“Leyna to where sir?” Johan was surprised, so far Leyna never returned to her hometown since the first set up Jogja.

“Lah, time don't know? Leyna came home the same day as Lusi returned home” explained mr. kos.

“Ah shit, let alone this story” ruuk Johan in heart.

“Alright Sir, I went home first” said Johan.

“Ya mas Johan” replied mr. kos.

Arriving at the boarding house Johan found a dry canoebo and the Tambun watching TV alone.

“Eeey mas Johan, where are the souvenirs?” exclaim both.

“Let's take in the room, still in this bag” Johan said

“Asyiiiik” duo son kos feeling happy.

“Which other where?” ask Johan.

“Have returned home mas” replied Tambun.

“You didn't go home” Tanya Johan

“Yah.The fate of Junior students mas, exams always fall in the final schedule.

“Consider while still Junior, take a little semester did not have time to rest you later” advises Johan

“Good senioooor” replied duo kos while giggling.

Johan was about to rest when the dry canoebo interfered with the information that was troubling him.

“Eh Mas, a week ago mbak Leyna to here” exciting kanebo dry.

Johan who had entered the room turned his head at the door.

“Nyari mas Johan” he continued.

“Yes, your life time” cut the Tambun.

“Have you this diam” kanebo dry bluffing.

“Is it true that Leyna did not know that Johan can project to Kalimantan?” continue the dry kanebo fixed from the front of the television.

“He said what?” Ask Johan curiously.

“Ngak said nothing, just run out there crying when you know Johan is still in Kalimantan” said kanebo.

Johan cancels his break, whiskes to the campus to meet his old friend who now works as a clerk.

***

Armed with the address obtained from campus business, Johan is desperate to take a bus to Lampung.

Luckily he has good friends who work on campus, so he can open student data. Johan's friends also know Leyna well as Johan's lover.

Holidays and bonuses obtained Johan used for travel. Consider it the year-end holiday.

His longing for revenge against Leyna made his death dark, so he was determined to go to a city he had never been to alone.

Once in Lampung Johan asked here and there to get a transport to the address he held.

After some time of travel Johan arrived at the address he was looking for. The transport dropped it in front of a large and luxurious house.

With the bag on his back, Johan walked down the street to the right and left to several buildings to see the houses next to the mansion.

Johan researched the numbers around the house to make sure the taxi driver did not misplace himself.

Finally, despite his hesitation, he returned to the front of a large house with a beautiful garden.

Johan thought it was an inn because there was no hotel nameplate or office in front of him, while several security guards were guarding at a post much larger than his boarding room.

Seeing someone who looks like a confusion of security guards approached Johan, forcing Johan's courage to ask.

“Ya right” replied the security guard after looking at the writing on the paper.

“What need are you?” ask security.

“Eh, anu Pak” Johan hesitated

“What is this home stay” Johan wants to make sure.

“True, this is the home of Mr. Hartanata, the owner of the largest oil palm plantation in Lampung” Satpam explained

“Eh. Then sorry, I must be wrong” Johan was about to turn around when the security guard asked.

“Actually what is the need?” the security guard was somewhat suspicious of Johan's behavior.

“Nganu Pak" Johan had to stop and ventured to ask.

"Is there anyone named Leyna staying here” heard the question Johan sir security guards scrunched his forehead.

“How do you know?” security began to suspect.

“Means yes?” johan.

“Iya right, Miss Leyna beloved daughter of Mr. Hartanata” clear security guard.

“Princess Sir? Miss?” Johan frowned. He took the phone and opened the photo gallery, the security guard waited and watched Johan's movements carefully.

“What does Miss Leyna face like this sir?” Johan showed me a picture he took on Sunday with Leyna in Jogja a year ago.

“Betul, yes mas, this is Miss Leyna” replied the security guard respectfully looking at Leyna's photo.

Hearing that fact, Johan's blood rippled loudly.

Johan did not believe Leyna was the daughter of a wealthy businessman, as she never showed signs of being from among the rich. Even Leyna always said not to go home during the semester break because she wanted to be cost-effective.

Leyna does not hold a mobile phone, she never even has a phone that is old-fashioned even like other students.

The skin is also mature sapodilla is not clean white like a princess, although it still looks smooth and clean.

Never want to be invited to the Mall with various excuses and reasons that make Johan think Leyna embarrassed because the Mall is not their dolan class.

Even just a weekly night hangout in the south square which is a favorite of students who are new to Jogja, Leyna does not want to.

Leyna chose to spend the night in kos, walking around small temples, the road to the beach that is not much visited by people.

“His daughter...., daughter.. adopt...., or his maid's daughter may be Pak” Johan be careful and spell slowly so that the security guard does not misunderstand.

“Wadd. You are a journalist or a ringleader, do not insult my master dong. Miss Leyna this is the daughter of Mr. Hartanata” said the security guard thought the one who came was a journalist.

“E uh, sorry sir didn't mean so” hastily Johan replied because he didn't want to make trouble.

“But currently he and his family are on vacation in Singapore. Tomorrow if you want to interview, leave the number on security, please, later we call if Mr. Hartanata allows” cerocos security without asking further about the identity of Johan who is considered by journalists like guests who mill around throughout the week to cover the return of his great Miss.

“The family ran out of a big party, after three years his daughter disappeared and did not want to be found, finally came home safely. He even said he had graduated from college in Jogja. Hence after the party, the family on vacation to Singapore enjoy the togetherness of family” explained the security guard.

Johan is just a mangosteen, his guts are shrinking. His mouth is wry. his head is throbbing. He patted his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

“If so it is not wrong that all this time Leyna just made me a toy, utilizing the emptiness of her heart and now want to leave quietly after finishing college” so the inner prejudice Johan held back.

“Alright Sir, anytime I come again for interview” Johan lied to get out of the place immediately.

“Ya.ya. , two more days are back, please come again here” back the security guard who was not aware was being lied to.

Johan stepped up between believe it or not, between dreams or reality. He is still sure this is an

wrongdoing.

Or he made the mistake of connecting with a girl without ever digging into her family background. It was her fault that every time she asked, Leyna always answered. “Already Jo, just discuss the others” and he just gave up.

Dizziness, dizzy seven roving, Johan chose to enjoy a bitter glass of coffee at a roadside shop, tracing the contents of a jumbled head until Johan remembered his cousin who worked on the island of Sumatra.

Johan grabbed the phone in his pocket, his fingers began to slide the phone screen through the address book until . he got the name of his cousin is still stored.

“Hoey, what's up Mas tumben, it's been a long time ago” Anto's voice from across the connection.

“Can I stay at your place To?” ask Johan.

“You mean?” tanya Anto did not understand Johan's wishes.

“Can I stay at your place last night? I'm in Lampung this” explained Johan

“Crazy lo mas? Don't joke ah?” Anto.

“Lha what good is it I lied to you, you are still in Lampung right?” Johan was convincing

“It is, still in Lampung, where to go again” From across the connection Anto explained.

“What way would you? Whereabouts? Same who?” Anto asked a question.

“Selone rough, because of the bus ride to sleep. I got dropped off at this coffee shop, did Johan ni” a little upset, while reading the name of the store and its address.

“Iya deh, do not have to rent so” Anto chuckles half in disbelief what he just heard.

“Not too far away, I picked up briefly now” Anto feel happy the arrival of a brother and friend who long did not meet.

Johan hung up the phone, continuing to sip bitter coffee that did not taste as bitter as his journey. However, he was relieved not to be alone in a hotel room.

There is Yulianto, the son of an uncle, the younger brother of Johan's father who can be invited to chat while having a night coffee.