Princess Reunion Cost
How are you doing with your problem?

Butet stopped his car in front of his house. He looked at his now-lost house, with a concerned look. Then he went out to open the gate of the house. When the fence of the house was open, a housekeeper who guarded and cared for the house ran over to him.

"Alhamdulillah... I'm finally home." Said the housekeeper.

Butet smiled and entered his car. Then the fence of the house was wide open by the housekeeper, so that Butet's car can enter the yard of the house.

After parking the car, Butet and Moana went down. The housekeeper, who had just closed the fence, came back to Butet and Moana.

"Non Moana. O Allah, bibik kangen equally non!" Said the housekeeper.

"I am too, bik. Aunt how are you?" Moana asked, hugging the housekeeper she had known since toddlerhood.

"Alhamdulillah, bibik good non. Non how are you? Mom how are you? Not the same mother back to live here again huh?"

"Good bik. No, we stopped by." Answer Butet.

A disappointed look on the housekeeper.

"Why mom? Why not stay here again just the same father," said the housekeeper while holding back his willingness.

"Udahlah. Now help me get the groceries in the trunk. We're cooking for tonight. You have a guest" Butet said, opening the trunk of his car.

"Oh, good mom." The household assistant went to help Butet, lowering the groceries from the trunk. Then they moved into the house while carrying some bags of groceries that deliberately Butet bought in one of the supermarkets located not far from his home.

"What's the taste mom?" Ask the house assistant.

"We cooked goldfish arsik. Continue, cook daon yam tumbok. Jan forgot sambal tuktuk. Oh yes, fried crackers, bik. Make eggs in sambal, the same for fried chicken. It's just good." The bright Butet who looked so excited.

"Who is the guest, Mom? Must be a special guest, ma'am? Did you come home too?" Ask the housekeeper, smiling at Butet.

Butet stared intently at his domestic assistant, then he looked up and took out the ingredients to be cooked, and put them on the kitchen table.

"Take care you bik. Nantik you see for yourself who's coming. But remember, jan you say the same way as my guests do, " Butet said.

The housekeeper nodded and smiled awkwardly at Butet.

"Yes, you prepared this all yes bik. nantik I help you cook. I want to see Moana first. Where was that kid?" Butet stepped out of the kitchen. Then he looked for Moana in the living room. But his daughter was not there. Butet goes back to look for Moana outside, but neither does he find her. Eventually, Butet went to Moana's room. There he finds Moana standing staring at a family photo. Butet felt guilty when he saw Moana pensive, finally he decided to go in and stand beside Moana.

"What do you see my son?" Butet asked, looking at Moana.

Moana returned her mother's gaze and smiled slightly. Then he returned with the family photo back on his desk.

"Mr.."

"Yes?" Sahut Butet's.

Moana now sat on the bed and looked closely at Butet again.

"Why my son?" Ask Butet.

"I'm glad it's your mother."

"Happy? Why are you happy?" Ask Butet again.

"I'm glad we're balek to this house. Even though, we don't live here anymore. I can finally see our family photos again, mother."

Butet was silent at Moana's words.

"Mom, I thought I could be honest. I have seen my mother with my father, long betekak. Mama is equally not dizzy what? Mak, why not balek just mamak same father. My teacher said at school, peace is more beautiful, mother."

Butet was still silent, without being able to take out a word.

Hearing his daughter's complaint, Butet sat down beside Moana, and then he let out a long sigh.

"Can't you please dad? Honestly, mama, I don't like you, kek gini." Moana Protest.

Butet turned his head and looked at Moana whose eyes looked distant.

"You hear me, son, sometimes there's a parent problem that little kids don't understand." Terang Butet's.

"Why are you, selfish old man huh mak? He said we don't understand. But don't want to understand us" said Moana.

Deggg...!

Butet's heart was pounding, when he heard the fruit his daughter thought.

"Smarty the next time you kid? Which language did you speak from?" Butet asked, looking at Moana in astonishment.

"I am a hape. So I watched in the yutob, what are the problems of today's parents. So I'm just talking his language." Answer Moana.

"Sir..cry you yeah.., don't you watch that yuton again!" Said Butet, grabbing Moana's phone lying on the table.

"Ish mamak!" Moana appears to protest with Butet's action.

"Where are the settings for children?" Inner Butet, who looked panicked, opened the app.

"Mr...!" Moana Protest.

"Give me a look at Moana! Borrow your hape first. Kalok already betol, just mamak balekkan," said Butet, while taking away Moana's cellphone.

"Mom!" Call Moana.

"Sadak stories by Moana. I'm older than you look!" Butet protested, as he moved out of Moana's room.

Moana also looked sullen, then she looked back at the family photo on her teenage table. Then without realizing it, tears melted on his cheeks.

"This is the best time!" Moana Protest. Then he drowned his face on the pillow.

......................

Exactly half seven nights, all the dishes were already on the dining table. Butet is in his room and preparing to meet Grazia, who promises to go to his house at seven o'clock tonight. Butet dressed up as a classy lady. She wears a lilac-colored dress with a V neck cut. While the long hair, deliberately Butet roll, to make it look neater. Her makeup looked so elegant without having to overdo it.

Ting!

A message just came in. Butet immediately grabbed the phone and immediately read a message from Grazia.

"Sister, I'm on my way. The road is jammed. Hopefully I'm not late."

Such was the sound of the message that Grazia sent to Butet.

"Oh yeah, it's okay. Be careful on the road.." Reply Butet.

"Must.., ish my nausea!" Butet protested his own writing, shuddering, like someone who was disgusted.

"Kalok not because my best friend, lazy I baek baek like you! Actually, the first time I peed your face was." Butet muttered again.

Butet was suddenly pensive, staring at his own reflection in front of the mirror. Then she sat down on the dresser chair and bowed lethargic. For some reason, he kept thinking about what Moana said to him this afternoon. It continuously disturbed his mind which was actually being the same stress with Sri. Status dependent, unresolved issues, to feelings that are still in love, but so prestige to admit, let alone forgive what has happened.

"That's the problem you're solving, Butet. But how are you doing with your own problems." His mind, while wiping tears that suddenly flowed, without being able to weir.