My children are not my seeds
Chap42s. The Visit of Mr. Hartanata

Johan and Anto had taken a bath already too late after drowning in the chatter. Some plantation workers have finished dinner. They clustered in the spacious mess foreman living room containing a large table often used for meetings.

“Goodnight Mas” greet the workers when see Johan out of guest room mess.

“Night" Reply Anto

"Please don't ever do this again” Johan lifts the shoulders of the worker greeting while bowing his body.

“But we're Johan. We do not want to be considered demeaning to Mr. Hartanata” the clingy of the worker.

“Ha ha ha, don't make it up. I'm not Mr. Hartanata”'s family Johan said.

“Not yet. Just not yet. And it will not be long” Anto who came out of his room chimed.

“Already To, do not be made more complicated things like this” Johan still object.

“Sorry Mas, they just run the culture here. They don't mean anything. There is no feudalism here. I also respect Mr. Sukirman or Mr. Murti like my parents I never visited. I consider Siswo, Kirman, Parmin, as brother, sister, as my own brother”.

“Yeah it seems like it's a different thing” Johan stays put on the stand.

“Already Mas, just accepted. No need to complicate them” prevent Anto.

Siswo came to interrupt the debate between the two of them.

“Mas Anto, can you bring warm-warm here tonight? I took it from mess” asked Siswo to his foreman.

“No need to take from mess Sis, it is a gift from Mr. Hartanata when I returned from Singapore I had not opened yet. I waited for the best moment to open it. I think tonight it's time to” Anto said.

“Can I get you a mas?” ask Siwo for permission.

“Hmm.. in regular rack yes. But remember only to warm up” said Anto who realized the air in the plantation is currently very cold with wind that is quite breezy.

The workers widened their eyes to see the expensive brand in the unique shaped bottle that Siswo took from Anto's room. They enjoy a cold night with a cheerful conversation, accompanied by warmth in the brotherhood of fellow nomads.

“So when will you marry Nike To?” Johan tried to divert the conversation.

Since Anto left a diamond necklace to be attached to Nike's neck, the name no longer hurt Johan even though it was mentioned how many times.

“Has he contacted you?” johan continued because Anto was slow to give an answer.

“Mas Already. There's a lot we've talked about. Nike hopes that his mother can return to health so that at our wedding, his mother can sit with the bride at pelaminan” hope Anto sincerely.

“Yes, I heard his mother has been treated in the city hospital, so his health is starting to improve" Johan said

"Pity so far only treated in the village so it is lacking in care” said Johan concerned.

“I have sent several times the cost of treatment Mas, hopefully can help speed up recovery" Anto turned his eyes to Johan hoping his opinion.

"Would the child manage it in earnest?” Anto is still doubtful.

“ha ha. To, you are still in doubt, while how many treasures have you sent there" Johan did not need an answer to his question.

"Merry said Nike changed drastically, his mother has improved, has learned to walk again. You are indeed a true man of To”, praise Johan.

Anto had turned his face away from Johan to wipe a drop of water that broke through the corner of his hot eyes because it held the longing for Nike.

“Mbak Merry is already big huh Mas?” Anto diverted the conversation.

Although older, Anto used to call Johan's sister with mbak attributes, because Anto's parents were the younger siblings of Merry and Johan's parents.

“Yes, soon to college. I don't know what my sister's ideals are, I had lost my growth period because of my escape to jogja” said Johan.

“I'm sorry, I didn't know that my behavior and Nike made you despair” Anto regrets.

“Hhh, be To, the past let's pass” Johan comforts his cousin's sister who keeps regretting their bad past.

“After marriage, bring Nike and his mother here, maybe Nike can open his own salon business here to fill his days while you live working” Johan advised Anto.

“Iya mas, he will not want to if not with his mother” said Anto.

As they chatted, the lights of the car seemed to be shaken from a distance.

“Tumben anyone comes night-night to plantation” Anto murmured.

The workers looked for a moment, but resumed their respective activities. Some lie relaxed while smoking, some play cards, some just sit while talking.

“Mr Hartanata?”  whispered Anto was shocked to see the tinge of the car in the dimness of the plantation lighting.

It was seen that Mr. Sukirman opened the back door of the sedan until Mr. Hartanata was seen coming out of the vehicle.

“Goodnight Pak” Anto welcome the arrival of Mr. Hartanata who smiles sumringah. Johan bows the body.

The workers stopped moving stiffly. They are all wrong, want to hide their used cards and glasses to drink but Mr. Hartanata has already entered the mandor mess. The workers nodded their heads in a sign of respect.

“Just go on. Nothing special. I Just want a friend to chat with me” order Mr. Hartanata.

Seeing the workers still dumbstruck and silent, Mr. Hartanata waved his hand signalling for the workers to continue. They come back to fun.

“Mas Johan please sit here” order Mr. Hartanata to Johan.

The workers stopped coming back. All eyes looked to Mr. Hartanata who called Johan with mas attributes as a sign of respect.

“Wah, it looks like Mr. Hartanata is so appreciative of Johan” mas Parmin whispered to Siswo and the workers who contacted him.

Anto glared at them so they could resume their activities.

“You are not going anywhere To, here accompany your cousin” Mr. Hartanata re-ruled his foreman.

“Good Pak” Anto sitting next to Johan who looks stiff.

“You're not kidding Johan. Not playing around with my daughter” Mr. Hartanata just asked the core of the problem.

The deg! Johan's heart stopped beating for a moment even though the question Mr. Hartanata had said before.

Anto understood very well how to speak Mr. Hartanata really as if talking to a careless partner.

“I..” Johan did not go on, confused about what to talk about.

Mr. Hartanata took over the atmosphere.

“While in Jogja my daughter said that you have sat down like a husband” Hearing Mr. Hartanata's statement, the workers stopped for a moment to listen.

But seeing Anto back glaring, they continued the game. They put the card into a slow, slow motion, as if afraid that the card will make a surprising sound.

Mr. Hartanata continued.

“Even a few months of courtship, the salary you have given my daughter to manage” said Mr. Hartanata.

"Siswo who got a turn to put the card so stuck. His head remained facing the crowd, but his ears were fixed towards the meeting table.

"Ehm.. "Anto cleared his throat to warn the workers.

“Iya Pak” Johan is not too loud. He's ashamed his little paycheck has to be managed by a conglomerate's daughter.

“You did that because you really loved my daughter or you were just careless and wanted to show off?”

“Because according to Leyna, you ran away and disappeared just after getting to my house a few months ago?” search Mr. Hartanata.

Johan was silent for a long time, occasionally looking at Anto hoping to help her answer.

“How Mr. Hartanata got to know what he did a few months ago” inner Johan wonder.

“Hmm. Why are you silent?” urged Mr. Hartanata.

Johan tried to organize his heart, soothe his heartbeat so that he was not bitten by his own tongue when he said.

“Sorry Sir, I trust Leyna. I hang my soul in his heart?” answer Johan.

Mr. Hartanata glared at Johan. The workers held their breaths deeply.

“I hope Leyna becomes my soul mate. Let me marry her” Johan said while shaking,

“Brak” all jumped and pounding. Almost lost their heart.

“Ha ha ha ha, why so long ago the sentence came out of your mouth” Mr. Hartanata kicked the table laughing freely after getting the answer he expected.

“Khabari your parents to be here as soon as possible. Don't bother thinking about anything. I just want to meet my besanku” candidates

Everyone present was relieved. They are all happy.

That night Mr. Hartanata was even willing to stay up until after midnight before returning home in escorts of workers using rangers in tandem through the cold of the night.