Pickup Transportation
Section 33: Mess
“Alhamdulillah yes Pah, finally we can be together again now.” Pak Ari's wife who is a Factory Finance Supervisor said.
“Iya Mah, fortunately this mess we can use while time.”
Pak Ari has just been mutated to Bandung, quite remote because he works in a corn flour processing plant. At first he worked at the head office, only because the factory in Bandung there was a problem about financial records that eventually caused production to be hampered, finally Pak Ari inevitably had to come for an audit.
He thought this would only take a few months, but unexpectedly, it turned out after a year, he said, the owner of the company is satisfied with the performance of Pak Ari so that it asks Pak Ari to remain in Bandung so that the factory can operate properly and financial records can be neat for a long period of time.
He used to live in a corporate mess located not far from the factory, mess together, one large house consisting of 10 rooms, one room filled with 2 to 3 people, and one large house, this mess is intended for employees at the staff level, so when the mutation was first, Mr. Adi could not bring his children and wife.
But after one year the position of Pak Ari who had to stay in Bandung, made him apply for facilities for the family, because during this time Pak Ari always returned to Jakarta once a week to meet his family, Bandung Jakarta is not far, but quite tiring if you have to always go back and forth.
The submission of family facilities was accepted by the company and finally Pak Ari family could live near the factory, which is a special mess for Pak Adi. Mess is one house with 2 bedrooms, not too big, not too small.
At first Pak Ari's boss offered another house, but Pak Ari refused because the location was so far from the Factory, to save time and also gasoline, he said, finally Pak Ari asked to be able to live in a mess near the company, he knew there was a mess because he took care of the company's assets, so what do he think is far if there is near.
But his fault, Mr. Ari did not ask the surrounding residents first, about the house.
“Where's the bar, Mah?” Mr. Ari asked his wife who was tidying up her clothes. The house has been cleaned by factory workers who are on holiday, Mr. Ari deliberately borrowed some factory workers who want additional money to help him clean the house.
The furniture is also filled, he just bought a new kitchen furniture because all the furniture in this house can still be used.
“There, play on page.” Wife replied.
“Acbar.” Mr. Ari then walked towards the front yard.
When he reached the yard, he did not find his son, he looked around.
The distance between Pak Ari's house and the neighbors is quite far, separated by the plantation, all residents do have their own private gardens, although not large, but it is enough to make the atmosphere between one house to another becomes more quiet.
“Acbar!” Mr. Ari saw Akbar picking leaves in the garden owned by a neighbor, he immediately called him to stop it, because it could be the neighbors will be angry. The new move has been looking for trouble.
Then Pak Ari hurriedly put on his neck and ran towards Akbar, he was about to scold his son.
“Accbar! Loh ... Where is he?” Akbar was not there when Pak Ari saw him, he was confused, because the feeling was that when he was wearing sandals, he still saw Akbar through the tail of his eyes, but why is it now gone.
“Pak.” someone said hello, Mr. Ari was shocked because the person came suddenly, he was in front of Mr. Ari, he was, he was a neighbor who was as visible as Pak Ari leaves in his garden were being plucked by Akbar.
“Eh, yes Sir.” Mr. Ari was nervous, because he was still shocked.
“Search what Sir?”
“That was my son here, now there is no aja.” Mr. Ari remembered Akbar again.
“Hah, the son of that Father?” The neighbor pointed to the courtyard of Mr. Ari's house.
Mr. Ari looked at his yard, there was Akbar who was sitting and playing, he was playing with his cars, all his toys scattered in the yard, but a few seconds ago, he was playing with his cars, the page looks empty.
“Eh yes, I was there, earlier ..”
“Newly moved yes, Sir?” The neighbor asked.
“Iya nih, I work in a flour factory.”
“Oh that factory, but really, want sir to stay there?” the neighbor still asked.
“Meanway? Indeed why?”
“Hmm, no, it's okay.” The neighbor suddenly left in a hurry. Mr. Ari was left confused.
But he did not want to take a headache, because he had a lot of work to do with his wife.
“Akbar, earlier nyabutin leaves in neighbor huh?” Mr. Ari asked his son who was still playing in the yard.
“Nggak Pah, earlier Akbar called Papah but Papah instead went to neighbor.”
“Loh, can not lie Akbar, Papah saw kok.”
“Why the hell, Pah.” His wife was in the yard too.
“This is Akbar, it was nyabutin leaves neighbor.” Mr. Ari is still angry.
“Hah? The guy I saw from the window of the room, Akbar is still in the yard, then he called you, but you instead hurried to go to the house next door.”
“Kok can? Already, yuk in, already want maghrib, we enter first ready to pray, continue to eat. Mommy cooked?”
“Udah, but fried chicken yes, not to cook another, ribet.”
“Pak, they are not told?” the neighbor's wife patted her husband on the shoulder, looking surprised.
“No need, do not dare me, later we hit again. Yes, you are ready to pray. They're none of our business.”
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“Eat a lot Akbar.” Pak Ari gave his son fried chicken again.
“Iya Papah.” His son ate very well.
“Pah, tomorrow has started work?” Tomorrow is Monday, they move on Friday and some houses on Saturday and Sunday, his wife hopes to still get two more days of help to clean and repair some parts of the house, like the bathroom door that has been damaged key, sometimes the doorknob can not be turned, but to unlock the bathroom door, must be by turning the inner doorknob.
“Udah in, Mah. Later assisted Bi Iyem aja yes.”
“Kan Bi Iyem help some, if there is a broken Bi Iyem where can be real.”
“Yes how, it's only get a day off yesterday Friday doang, Mah.”
“Yaudah, but next week real holiday broken yes, sir.”
“Iya.”
Dinner was over, Mr. Ari helped his wife clean the table, while his wife washed the dishes.
“Pah, Akbar told brush his teeth first, earlier he immediately ran to his room.” Akbar used to sleep alone, fortunately this house has two rooms, so Akbar can still have his own room.
Mr. Ari then went to Akbar's room, when he opened the door, it turned out that Akbar was not there, he was about to leave, but accidentally, he saw Akbar's legs visible under his bed, in Pak Ari's mind, Akbar was about to prank his Papa.
“Akbar where yes ...” Mr. Ari was about to take his son's joke bait.
He approached Akbar's bed and slowly lowered his head, he would shock Akbar.
“Akbar ...” Akbar's voice rattled from down there, Pak Ari slowly lowered his head, Akbar's head was visible, but Akbar's position was on his stomach, Pak Ari prepared to surprise his son, but ….
“Pah!” From the door his wife called.
“Yes, Mah? Astagfirullah!!” Mr. Ari was shocked to jump and hit the closet.
His wife is holding her son.
“Why Pah?” His wife approached Mr. Ari and tried to help him get up.
“Kok Akbar with Mamah, earlier instead of him under the bed again bumping?!” Pak Ari was already sitting on his son's bed with his wife and Akbar was confused by what his father said.
“You why the hell? soy sauce huh? earlier said Akbar nyabutin leaves, when he was in the yard, you passed him when he called, now you say he was under the bed, but he again watched in the living room.
“But earlier Mamah said Akbar directly ran to the room, so Papah to the room Akbar.” Mr. Ari was upset by the words of his wife.
“Pah! The fitting time to go to Akbar Papah's room does not see Akbar in the living room, right if you want to come here Papah lewatin living room! Last time Akbar saw Papah passing by?” His wife asked her son.
“Iya view.”
“Trus why don't you call Papah?”
Akbar just shrugged his shoulders a sign of not understanding, Akbar understood only 5 years old.
“So Papah also becandain Akbar, Papah kira Akbar crouched under the bed because his legs look like, Papah call-to Akbar, how not nyut from the living room?”
“Akbar nyaut kok, Akbar said, what Pah, but Papah diem aja.”
“Hah, it was under Akbar to giggle too!” Ari sir does not want to lose.
“Pah, already, sleep yuk, you sapped it like.”
“But actually, Mah. It was tuh.”
“You want to scare Akbar? He'll ask to sleep with us loh.”
“Iya, Akbar wants to sleep in Mamah Papah's room aja.” Akbar was finally afraid because he heard the words of his Papa.
“Yaudah, Akbar while sleeping in our room just first.” Mr. Ari felt something strange, because he sure saw Akbar's feet under the bed, even heard his giggles, and did not see or hear Akbar say from the living room.
Then, what did Pak Ari see actually, if it wasn't Akbar???