The Will of Love in Tokyo
Guests #40

It's the seventh day for Desta to spend her childhood in Surabaya. It feels like just yesterday he came home here, ah quickly the time passed. Unfortunately, time is also wasted to take care of things that should not exist, such as taking care of some of the documents lost due to the mugging event.

This morning, while taking care of the loss letter, Ms. Hartini was so excited about the wound covered with bandages. Mas Gilang was also very attentive, with questions that were very detailed until the characteristics of the snapper he asked.

Some other foundation employees also saw his condition. That morning, Desta seemed to be an impromptu protaganist who was going viral. And with her natural friendliness, the girl answered all their curiosities so casually while not forgetting to display her smile.

***

Desta is done with *****bizarre about its E-KTP documentation, with all the conditions already met. But the dukcapil officer with santuy said he and all the other applicants, had to come back again tomorrow, to take the result. Today the head of the dukcapil office is in a meeting, so it has not been signed yet.

O Allah.patience.. Innallaha ma'a shobiriin's.. Desta said many times. The hope of disappointment in his heart soon faded. How long is that signature. Not to be considered, how much time is wasted to go take care of it here. Desta left early in the morning at seven, until now at twelve o'clock. Desta nih nganggur ya, if the rickshawman, driver, and other craftsmen, it means should take two days leave right?.

***

After praying in his room, Desta rushed to meet Hartini's mother.

"Mother called me? What's wrong mom?" Desta was curious.

"This kid, suddenly there's an important guest who's going to visit our foundation tonight. I'm asking you to help prepare a welcome?"

Looks like the chairman's mother is in need of help.

"What's the preparation, ma'am?"

Desta wanted clarity with certainty.

"It looks like the guest will be staying here, I want your help to prepare a special room above, can Desta?".

Bu Hartini expected Desta's willingness, the girl understood and nodded happily while showing her bright face. Ms. Hartini who was relieved, just looked at Desta with affection and a meaningful smile.

****

Desta has been ready to clean the special room that is above the office of this foundation. The room is very clean and comfortable, with two large bedrooms. It is only opened occasionally if an important guest is allowed to stay inside the foundation.

This room has now turned fresh and fragrant. The floor is already dipel, the furniture has been all glazed, the glass has turned into kinclong, and the bedroom bed linen has been installed slickly with the aroma of the therapy. Desta who tried to spread on his mattress, almost fell asleep so comfortable.

While here, Desta had only twice stepped on this room. The first when he was preparing a thesis on property and banking. At that time he needed a real photo of a suite ala-ala star hotel, that's when Ms. Hartini recommended this room. And the second time is him now, can be the task of house keeping also from bu Hartini.

Actually, Desta was also curious, who is the guest who will come tonight. But the responsibility is in order, and this room is ready to be used. Every important guest who came to this foundation, also had no connection with him. So whoever the guest is, it's none of his business.

A trusted person who is allowed to clean this room in addition to Hartini's own bu, as well as Gilang mas, and special employees of Business Administration, his name mbak Rina. The female TU officer happened to be taking maternity leave. And now it is Destalah who is trusted to temporarily replace the duties of mbak Rina.

****

Nine o'clock in the night, Desta, who was asleep with her face still attached to her body, woke up when the door of her room was knocked on by someone from outside. It turned out that Ms. Hartini was standing in wait.

"What's your mom looking for me?"

"Follow mother, the guest has come, help mother to visit him. The guest that came this time was very important."

Ms. Hartini explained in half a whisper. Desta gave a glance towards the top, where the guest room was across from the top of his room. The large room now appears brightly lit, indicating that the guest had indeed inhabited it there.

"What task did I get, ma'am?"

Desta approached Ms. Hartini, preparing if she said in a whisper again.

"Bring the fruit in the kitchen to the guest above. I'll re-examine the unrevised reports this month."

Ms. Hartini slowly pulled Desta's shoulder to follow her, the girl immediately closed the door of her room and rushed off towards the kitchen. Bu Hartini is back in his office.

***

Desta carried a fruit basket filled with grapes, oranges, and kiwis in his left hand. In the basket were also included several small bottles of bottled mineral water.

Actually there are two dishes that have been prepared by Ranti, as the kitchen manager. But Desta could not carry both, his right hand could not lift weights, and it hurt to move too much. It only serves as a counterweight.

***

Desta had been standing at the door of the guest room, but no one had responded to the knock. Desta tried to push the door handle, the door opened a little. It opened even wider, and he walked into the room with a bad feeling.

As no guests were seen, Desta placed the basket on a small table nearby. The girl came back out with the intention of returning to the kitchen, taking out the tray containing the cake and pudding she had left behind earlier.

***

Desta was back at the front door of the living room. Trying to knock on the door, hoping this time there's a word from inside. Back there was no reply, Desta opened the door and entered like he had done before.

His task will be completed, but he is hesitant to let his guests just like that. Is it polite enough if he just leaves, without speaking ill of the guest even if only a word or two?

Desta was desperate to knock on one of the bedroom doors that he thought had a chance to have someone in it. His left hand knocked on the door a few times calmly. There was no confirmation, tried again several times. Desta was quite relieved, sounding authentic from inside in the form of a heavy deheman voice. Oh, it turns out that the foundation's guest is a man.

"Assalamualaik."

"Hello sir, welcome to our foundation, I have put some food here for you to enjoy. May you feel comfortable and rest good sir."

"Wassalamula."

Desta finished his long words so fluently, with his voice sounding crisp and soft. Without waiting for any answer from the guest, he turned around and wanted to quickly exit the guest room.

His left hand had pulled the door handle, and his body was preparing to advance out. But there was an open door, followed by the voice of a man who reprimanded him.

"Hey little girl, you don't want to accompany this honored guest of yours for a drink?"

The deg! That voice, Desta was so pampered outside his head. Immediately rotated his body looking for the owner of the voice just now. Sure enough, the figure of the man was just as he had expected. Desta was like he was stuck in his place. His lips suddenly mute, as if he was stricken with a mute pain that befell him suddenly.