Treasure, Throne, Renata
Lost Story of Rayendra

19.00 WIB – Wastukencana Workshop

“ Aduh The boss of the car overheat this, the water up into the oli” room, said the mechanic who was looking down behind the hood of my car.

I bowed and watched the engine of the car that was being copied by the mechanic. My body went limp when Renata reported that she was stranded alone when my car broke down due to overheating, lucky that there was an online motorcycle driver who helped her get back to the apartment, while my car was towed by my garage subscription.

“ Tuh Boss, cylinder head until bent, cylinder block as well. Must be replaced all nih kanya”, he said while observing the engine components carefully.

“ How much is it about Mas?”, I asked worriedly.

“ Wow I don't know Boss. It's an American car and rarely its components. Maybe 1 million cheaper, not yet masang” fare, he replied.

“ Can't be just copied yes, I need to use the car nih Mas”.

“ Waduh Boss, if overheating is only because of radiator water or trouble from the fan anyway I can still betulin. If the cylinder is bent hard Bos”.

“ Yes, change it. The important thing can cepet finish”.

“ Chat with Koh Leo aja first Boss, let him who nyari spare part nya”, appoint the mechanic at his boss who is busy listing spare parts on his work desk.

I walked up to the owner of the workshop, Koh Leo was the most cooperative owner of all the workshops I had ever been to.

“ Koh Leo, how are you?”, I said to the 50-year-old oriental man.

“ Good Boss, come please sit down. Why the car?”, he asked kindly, I think he had forgotten my figure.

“ Overheating Koh, if you can just dibetulin first. Spare parts are expensive huh?”.

“ What car? The problem is where?”, he asked while fixing his glasses.

“ Chevrolet Koh, equal block cylinder head ken”.

“ Boost American car hard, must be PO. At least 2 weeks, masang less than a week. That's also if you get ya”.

“ Oh Koh, can't you help me first? I need a spit to be used to meet nih” clients, persuade me while half forcing, considering I have to find investors within a week only.

“ Can't be Boss, ga dare me. If only the fan problem can take an hour also finish”.

“ Come on Koh, I'll subscribe here first. My car age is still an antique car year 82. Everything is sorted out if Sturdy betulin, there is never a tuh” problem.

Koh Leo returned to correct his glasses, he looked at me fixedly.

“ Oh yayaya, you used to have Charade car in 82 right?, and then change again the same younger one. If you come here like to bring your child's same wife, right?”, he asked while remembering.

“ Yes Koh right. It used to be “, I answered accordingly.

“ Waduh has been more successful by the Boss, thanks to the prayer of the wife and the windfall of the child certainly”, he said with sparkling eyes looking at me.

I just smiled bitterly at his words, there was no desire to continue the conversation about my past anymore.

“ How new to come here again Boss, where aja?”, ask again.

“ I stamped work in Jakarta for 6 years, now just back to Bandung Koh”.

“ Pantesan never look out, how are the kids healthy?”.

“ Good Koh. What about the spare part? Can you get when?”, can I switch the conversation.

“ I asked first yes, just want in WA first. Well I have asked, the person has not replied again nih”, he said while staring at the screen of his phone.

“ How many kids are bosses? Who used to come here with his mother already big dong of course yes?”.

“ Already SD class 2 Koh. Son already 3 now”.

“ Wow, great dong son 3. In China, the number 3 means rebirth, which is said to be related to luck, wealth and prosperity. Take good care of his son Boss, let the windfall will not run where”.

I was speechless as Koh Leo said, I looked at the row of cars being repaired. My eyes swept all over the workshop that had not changed since 6 years ago. In that long chair, Rania and Kila used to wait for my car to be repaired because it broke down often. At that time our car was still very simple, an antique car that smooth body. I still remember when Rania helped wipe the glass of my car that dewed when the rain was heavy, or fanning Kila if the heat hit because our car did not have refrigeration in it.

“ Boss, spare parts wait a month he said, want ga? If you want to cepet anyway just find it yourself, then love me let stay masang. How?”, asked Koh Leo to break my daydream.

“ Ouch plus old ya Koh. Yes I have searched for myself deh, the car was left here first ya”, I replied resignedly.

“ Yes easy Boss, tar I tell the Word check other components. Free to make subscription”, he said with a warm smile.

“ I go home first Koh, already malem. Laper also has not eaten”, I said goodbye.

“ Well if the laper walk first towards the campus. Before the turn there was a nice canteen, I often ate there. The menu is rich in home cooking “, he said.

“ Wah can too. Thanks Koh, later let me know if there is latest info”.

“ Ready Boss, greetings for wife yes “, said while giving her thumbs up.

I stepped up haggardly while walking down the increasingly dark Wastukencana Street. The cold started piercing my body, occasionally I coughed a little. My throat was so itchy, every cold was pouring in.

My steps stopped at a cafeteria right before the turn. The place was clean and the food seemed tempting, I took my feet into the canteen which was filled with visitors.

“ Malem Mas, want to pesen what?”, asked a fat mother while preparing a plate in her hand.

“ Same rice what is still there ?”, my question while looking at the food storefront,

“ There is beef jerky, tilapia fish pessmol, tofu-tempe pepes, sauteed pare, kale, jengkol” stew.

“ Fried chicken ada”, manyu.

“ Abis Mas, but if you want any fried first. Another menu first while waiting for the chicken to mature”.

“ I want fried chicken. Dada 1 equally ask for lots of ya”.

“ Good Mas. Drink it what?”, he asked again.

“ Warm sweet tea 1 ya”. I answered while looking for a seat.

I dropped my body on a plastic chair by the window while staring at the streets of Wastukencana at night. My head feels swirling, my body is limp and my mind is dead-end with all the things that happen to me. Now I feel lost to this place, without direction and purpose.

“ Brother, let's dong eat it spent. You want a soup?”, asked a mother to the daughter sitting next to me. The big boy was sitting alone eating a plate of rice and fried fish on his plate, while a toddler was sitting on his mother's lap.

“ Don't want to. I want a fish, but bribed Mama”, replied the girl.

“ Mama again want a bribe adek, you eat yourself dong already big Nak”.

“ I'm afraid to eat his thorns Ma, Mama aja is the bribe I”, whine the little boy.

I watched the woman who was in trouble feeding her two daughters. Sometimes he had to persuade toddlers who continue to whine want to be carried. I sighed while imagining the hassles of Rania while feeding Kila and Kica first, the memories of the past now began to perch in my mind.

I opened my cell phone gallery, I scrolled the photos stored in it. Photos of Kila and Kica when they were little are still neatly stored. Kila's sweet face and Kica's cute parachute filled my cell phone gallery. To be honest I miss them so much, this hand has not hugged and held her body for a long time. Papa misses you, son, what are you doing now?

“Excuse me, here's the chicken rice, here's the sweet tea”, said a waiter carrying my order.

I immediately ate the fried chicken rice I ordered. It looks like the smoke is still billowing because it has just been lifted from the frying pan. This fried chicken is exactly like Rania's. The spices, fragrant, all similar, but made by Rania more soft. He likes to keep the chicken longer, he says so the kids will eat it. I inhaled the sweet tea I ordered, the warm taste spread to the throat, but the taste was too sweet until I coughed.

“ Excuse me, Father and Mother, while accompanying your dinner, let me sing a song. Hopefully amused”, said a busker with an eccentric look suddenly entered into the canteen while carrying an acoustic guitar. His fingers danced while strumming the guitar while singing in his sweet voice.

Travelling places I ain't seen you in ages

But I hope you come back to me

My mind's running wild with you faraway

I still think of you a hundred times a day

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I still think of you too if only you know

When I'm feeling a bit down and I wanna pull through

I look over your photograph

And I think how much I miss you, I miss you

I wish I knew where I was 'cause I don't have a clause

I just need to work out some way of getting me to you

'Cause I will never find a love like ours out here

In a million years, a million years

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My location unknown tryna find a way back home to you again

I gota get back to you gota get back to you

My location unknown tryna find a way back home to you again

I gota get back to you gota get back to you

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Location Unknown – Honne

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The chanting of the song from her sweet voice disturbed my soul. The longing that I had been harboring seemed to be unstoppable again. I feel alien in this place, alone, without love and hope. Every song sung seemed to imply that I was going back home.