ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Plain Face

The last two weeks Mr. Anggoro began to enter psychotest as a requirement to become embassy staff, attack interview clothes and health checks followed by him.

This is just as procedural as the other participating candidates, there are three candidates elected, one of them Pak Anggoro. It's just a bureaucracy that's set up in such a way.

After all, the only strong candidate referenced was Mr. Anggoro. Today his service car has been returned to the central government, soon luxury cars belonging to the embassy will deliver wherever he goes.

Luxury homes or apartments also accompany the convenience of state facilities that will be given to Pak Anggoro in France later. For a while he used his personal car.

Tired of following the scenario of the adminitrative persyartan and so forth, now just waiting for the results of the placement of new tasks. A knotty smile was seen on his lips in the back of his personal car sofa, although tired which was not much but there were quite promising results. His legs stretched forward, his hands folded. Still leaving a smile of satisfaction, his face changed in anger.

“Whose bottle of drink is this?” Seen by the famous brand of drinks, there is still a quarter of a bottle left. Sukir was surprised and regretted his boredom.

“Sukir, who finished the party in my car?His eyes protrude glaring, mimic a face no different from Ravana, an evil figure in the Ramayana swipe. Sukir looks scared.

“Don't know Sir," he replied.

“Still working Kir?" Sindir Pak Anggoro threatened his profession.

“Ma.ma.ma.main Sir," stammered the man behind the wheel.

“ Who runs out party in my car?”

“.......”, Mr. Sukir is still silent, he knows what the consequences will be if he is honest.

Threat to Non Sisil, surely he will be expelled from the house or returned to his parents, but the condition of Sisil in a two-bodied state, maybe this he did because Sisil was in a state of turmoil.

But if Mr. Sukir remains silent, his profession is at stake, and the fate of two children and wives in his hometown is also the main consideration.

His lips were tightly clenched to say it, he had promised Sisil and Dita not to open this to anyone.

“Kir, still not answering. Could this be you?”

“Not master,but Non..Non...Non........!!” The weight of Mr. Sukir's lips to answer.

“Non..Non...nonjok, would you like to unpatent!!?” The louder and sharper the threat of Pak Anggoro.

“Non Sisil Tuan," finally he bluntly, although heavy but this is a threat not only to himself, but also to his son and wife. Pak Anggoro's face looks reddened, there is anger that he keeps. Waiting when he got home, those emotions would explode.

eoOoc

Bi Darsih routine duties to clean the entire house including Dita and Sisil rooms. Before they get home, the room and living room and home should be as fast as possible. Otherwise, the madam would be furious.

The broom was in hand, his first task was to tidy up the room and the second floor room. Where the living room and two nono-mona rooms are beautiful.

While swinging a broom, foreign Bi Darsih sang a Javanese song. Like the race station, chirping rowo to the tembang lengser wengi also this fat-bodied woman sing.

It has been eight years Bi Darsih worked at the home of Pak Anggoro, although he was like his own family but still slammed, scolding he received, if indeed he was wrong.

Ever madam, because Bi Darsih was caught red-handed, spoiled

with a vegetable maker who sells in the complex. The condition of the house at the time

empty, the mistress and master went to attend the wedding repsession of Pak Anggoro's co-workers, Miss Dita and Sisil may be busy in college. He thinks

the ladies and gentlemen will return to the house in the afternoon or evening, it turns out that only three

hours gone, they're back home.

“Oh, here's how

I'm not home. Oh Darsih is great you well. Nice...Good!” Kang Prapto, the name of the vegetable maker, the confusion does not know where to run, if you remember that, Bi Darsih is ashamed.

The living room was neat he was working on, now entering Dita's room. Just a little stuff splattered on the dresser. Shortly Bi darsih cleaned Miss Dita's room.

“Yeah.....!!!”Shocked Bi Darsih when opening Non Sisil's room that did not match his expectations. Scattered tissue sheets, blankets and badcovers were torn.

So upset Bi Darsih cleaning the bedroom Non Sisil. He did not see his sincerity at work.

“Kids of the rich, is everything like this huh?!” Must be in the heart.

The broom was swung so hard that it hit the bed repellent. Her swing was stopped when Bi Darsih saw the pregnancy test kit she found under the bed. His mind was haunted by various questions, “did I report it to the mistress?" Curious mixed necklaces.

Rushed Bi Darsih looking for the whereabouts of his employer. He ran small inside the house, his eyes slipping in every room. Small steps, retracing the large floor, Bi Darsih's hand is still clutching the pregnancy test.

“Darsih what are you running around rich little kids only!" A raucous voice greeted him.

“There is nothing Sir," he replied to Mr. Anggoro.

“Where's the mistress?” Ask a little.

Mr. Anggoro's hand while clutching a bottle of high alcohol content.

“Sa.sa..I am also again looking for a mistress, Sir,"the woman nervously answered her master's question.

They were looking for Mrs Rosdiana Sirait, in every corner of the house. Mr. Anggoro still keeps his upset face, Bi Darsih bent down following his employer's steps to question the quality of the bottle of drink and pregnancy test that they found. The whole house could not escape their search. From the family room to the garden behind the house.

“May have a meeting with the minister's wives, Tuan," Mang Karman's voice from behind the trees, he was busy tidying up the plants.

Forced about their questions stored in annoyance and curiosity in the heart.

“What are you looking for madam?” Ask Pak Anggoro with widened eyelids.

“Anu...anu, sir,"Bi Darsih hid his findings because he was afraid that his master knew the entire house turned into hell later.

“Ina...anu...ina....anu!!”Pak Anggoro quoted Bi Darsih

“What are you hiding from me?” His face flushed red, looking annoyed with Bi Darsih who was hiding his theme item.

“Anu sir, this is not found in Non Sisil” room, he replied with Javanese accent while giving the packaging he held.

“Where is his son now?” Two jaws clashed his teeth, his eyeballs piercing the wrathful nanar.

“Ndon't know Sir,"Bi Darsih squeezed the base of the shirt. Of course he was afraid to see the ingredients of his employer's attitude.

“Quickly, you find Sisil right now and do not go home before you find the boy!!" The whole house panicked at his employer's orders.

“Quick, what are you waiting for?” Pak Anggoro's voice raised some desible, seeing Bi Darsih still standing not a step.

“Ba..ba...well Sir," a few steps he walked.

“Master, find where?” His body turned back and his steps stopped.

“Libanooon!!” Se.ntak mr. Anggoro.

“Good Tuan”, Bi Darsih did not say much anymore, he knew the upset answer that came out of his master's mouth.

As soon as possible he looked for Non Sisil, starting from the corner of the room, the nearest neighbor and Sisil's peer, in the neighborhood of the house, although Non Sisil rarely hung out with his little friends, he said, but it never hurts to try, at least try rather than go home empty-handed, can be scolded by Mr. Anggoro.

“Inge, Jenenge squirms Non Sisil?” Tanya Bi Darsih to one of her neighbors across the street.

“Not Bi. What's wrong?”

Bi Darsih confused to answer, “Nothing," lips can say another, but facial expression can not avoid reality.

“Yowis, thank you for not looking anymore,"fiber speech thick with Javanese accent.

The scorching sun made him no longer able to find, the sweat had soaked a bowl

when Bi Darsih empty-handed back home, he resigned to what he would receive from his master.

“Master, no longer looking but not found.”

“Yeah already," no anger is stored, he replied flatly.

“Pamit to the kitchen first sir,"Bi Darsih's request.

“Mmmm.." With a raucous voice, his views seriously watched the presidential interview on TV.

Far from his original mind, in the mind of Bi Darsih the face of Pak Anggoro changed into either Ravana or Buto Ijo, the assumption of Bi Darsih hujanan caci-maki will he accept, just the opposite of everything.

Mr. Anggoro the master, just responding to the cold reason, there is no high tone, there is no zoo abuse. Bi Darsih's breathing was a little relieved, I don't know what dampened his anger.

Gradually the sun was subject in the twilight contest, its light dimly changing mega. The sound of the car door being held so tight, it soon changed the sound of Hight Hill shoes colliding with the floor. Apparently the Madam just came home, the make up is still neatly attached to her face, her lips are still ripe with her lipsstick.

“From anywhere mah?” Taanya Mr. Anggora while folding the newspaper.

“Meetings with the ministers' mothers," replied Mrs Rosdian so briefly, perhaps because of exhaustion. Mr. Anggoro moved from his seat, before long he returned and approached his wife.

“This is the behavior of your nephew!”, put the liquor bottle and pregnancy test kit packaging. Kontan makes Miss Rosdian surprised and goes up.

“Where is he?” Unanswered his question, as soon as he stepped into Sisil's room. But only the empty room he found.

“Darai….Darsih...!!!” His voice broke the calmness of the house. Darsih was shocked and woke up in his break.

“Darsih!!!” It doubled the decibels.

“Iya Nyah...," as soon as possible Bi Darsih approached the employer.

“Ono opo Nyah?”

“Sleep is just your job. Where's Sisil?”

“From noon we have searched, did not meet Nyah.”

“Where is Sukir?”

“Possibility of picking up Non Dita Nyah.”

Not much to ask, Mrs Rosdian immediately picked up the phone.

“Hallo, Mistress is there?”

“Before, from whom?” The housekeeper picked up the phone.

“Rosdian..”.

“Oh, Moment Bu.”

“What's the Ros?” With a soft voice.

“Your son Sisil is at home?”

“It's not in your home?” He was surprised, not as usual.

“Have you called her Handphone?” Ask him back

“But.”

“Let me contact him.”

After the phone was closed, Mrs Rosdian looked for other information from the residents of the house. Starting from Darsih, Karman and Sukir, about the findings.

While waiting for the arrival of Dita and Pak Sukir, Mrs Rosdian intrograsi Bi Darsih and Karman. None of them knew it, because compared to Non Dita, Sisil rarely interacted with the house employees.

“To my knowledge, Non Sisil often went home at night with whom. Often I noticed a man who drove him, but never reached home, Non Sisil just down at the end of the street complex," Mr. Karman gave his testimony.

“I just found the package Nyah," Darsih showed the packaging lying on the table.

While waiting for Sukir and Dita, Mrs Rosdian continued to dig for information. Impatiently apparently, he also tried to contact Dita to find out where it is now.

“Where have you been?"

“In front of complex Ma.”

“Quickly get you home!”

“Iya.”

Hose Seven minutes, Dita arrived home and ready to rain questions.

“Sicil lecture today ?”

“It's been three days I didn't see him on campus and at home.”

“You know who the guy who is close to?”

“Not knowing me," Dita shook her head.

“What's the matter Mah?" Ask Dita.

“Darsih find this item in the room, and Papa find the drink bottle in the car.”

Dita did not expect, silence Sisil turned out to be more wild association.

“Maybe Mr. Sukir knows," Dita's suggestion,

“Darsih, Try you call Sukir.”

“Iya Nyah.”

“I tried to contact the phone," Dita started looking for Sisil number from phone book on her phone. Not long later, “handphonenya inactive mah”.

“Mama have contacted Ms Inge?” Little mama, she means. In batak mandailing language, which means sister of the mother.

“Already, but there is also no she in her mammoth house.”

Dita also contacted her close friends Sisil on campus, to ask questions about Sisil's personality. But the same, the result is nil.

The entire house was made to bother looking for Sisil, emerging from behind the curtains of Pak Sukir and Bi Darsih.

“Kir, do you know where Sisil is?”

“Last time I drove Miss Sisil to the newsstand, if not the wrong name of the man Syahrel. there he cried so badly. And I guessed their conversation. Non Sisil threw the word pregnant, after that I delivered to the Air port, only half way Non Sisil asked me to accompany him to the boarding, I don't know who he met there.

After ten o'clock at night, he asked me to wait in a place that I did not understand what place it was, just outside of that place, Non Sisil was already drunk His.”

Not only was Mrs Rosdian surprised to hear the story of Mr. Sukir, Dita did not expect the man he knew to be religious, but kept the nature of religious people. They also intend to find Sisil at Syahrel's house. Mrs Rosdian was furious with the son of the washerman.