
Aleya looked closely at the tall building with a look of disbelief. Indeed, he still did not think the decision of his cousin to go from the village and wander into the city would produce results that were not playful. Although sometimes Aleya wants to follow in Arzetta's footsteps, but she still thinks about the feelings of her father who now lives alone in the village.
Aleya entered the three-story building that read Zeze Event Organizer. He had heard that the people of the city were not as friendly and polite as the people in his village. Of course, here they are modern-minded with all the advanced facilities available.
But Aleya was sure, if she was also polite and friendly to others, then others would also be friendly to her. With courage he met a woman who was at the front desk. He read the board written on the table.
"Respectionist," murmured Aleya.
"Excuse me!" aleya said politely.
"Yes, Miss. Can I help you?" ask the woman politely.
Aleya's eyes sparkled as it turned out that she was greeted warmly.
"I'd like to meet Sister Arzetta, does she exist?"
"Oh, Miss Zeze? Did Miss make an appointment with him?"
"Eh? Promise?" Aleya looked confused.
"Yes, if Miss wants to meet Miss Zeze, Miss has to make an appointment first."
"Umm, here. I'm a cousin of sister Zetta. I come from the village."
"Eh? A sister? Oh sorry, Miss. I think Miss is Miss Zeze's client. I'm sorry, Miss. Miss Zeze's not in place. He is in a meeting with a client. If Miss is willing to wait, then I will drop Miss off in the waiting room. Sorry about Miss who?"
"I'm Aleya. Aleya Sugandi's."
"Good, Miss. Let me drive you to the waiting room."
"Thank you."
Aleya sat in a comfortable and refrigerated waiting room.
"Miss Aleya, what do you want to drink?"
"Umm, just tea."
"Good, Miss. Just a minute!"
Aleya nodded. He circulated a glance through the waiting room which he thought was very comfortable.
"Four years I haven't heard from her it turns out that Zetta has become a successful woman. Is he married or not?"
Before long Aleya's order of warm tea had been lodged on the table. Aleya thanked me.
"Eh, Miss! Wait!" prevent Aleya.
"Yes, what's wrong, Miss Aleya? Sorry, please don't call me 'miss'. Just call Widya."
"Oh, yes, Widya. Can I ask you a question? Is Zetta's sister married?"
Widya just put on a smile. "No, Miss. If there's nothing else Miss wants to ask, I'm sorry."
"Ah, yes please."
......***......
Until the light turns dark, Zetta still has not revealed the trunk of his nose. Aleya who waited too long finally fell asleep.
Widya had actually contacted Zetta and reported that Aleya had come from the village, but her busy work did not allow her to arrive sooner at the office.
"Wid, where's Aleya?" ask Zetta as soon as he gets to the office.
"Miss Aleya is in the waiting room, Miss."
Zetta quickly walked over and opened the door of the room.
"Aleya?" Zetta was shocked because Aleya was being shut down. And even more surprising was the large bag he was carrying. Bad thoughts soon approached Zetta.
"Don't Aleya run away from home like I did before. But, didn't he already graduate college and become a doctor? Why is he suddenly here?" inner Zetta.
Zetta shook Aleya's body and made the girl wake up from her beautiful dream.
"Sister Zetta!" aleya exclaimed and hugged Zetta straight away.
"Aleya! Why are you here?" Zetta was very curious about Aleya's presence in the city.
"Did you think I ran away from home like you did?"
"Ish, you!"
"No, Brother. I came to town because I wanted to continue my studies."
"Who did you come here with?"
"With Brother Rion. Her parents want Rion's sister back because she's needed in the hospital."
Zetta breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes, then let's go home. It's already night. You must be tired of traveling long distances."
Zetta takes Aleya to her house. A house that is not too big but comfortable to live in.
"Gee, big sister's house is so nice!" Aleya gawked at the very comfortable interior of Zetta's house.
A housekeeper approached Zetta. Zetta whispered something to which the assistant answered a nod.
"What are they talking about? Why whisper everything?" aleya muttered.
"Aleya, Imah will take you to the room. You better take a break. We'll talk again tomorrow."
Aleya nodded. "Yes, Brother. I'm sure you're tired too." Aleya followed Imah's steps towards a guest room.
The next day, Aleya woke up in the morning and looked for where the kitchen was. He used to cook for his father. So even at Zetta's house he will still cook as a sign of gratitude Zetta is willing to accommodate it.
After struggling for almost an hour, Aleya served her cooking with help from Imah.
"Miss is a guest here, why does Miss bother cooking too?" say Imah.
"It's okay. I'm used to getting up early and cooking for my dad. But now that I live with Sister Zetta, then I will cook for her. Let's just say I return the favor to her for supporting me," Aleya replied.
"Reply to what? It is you who are very meritorious to me. Uncle Kosih took care of me until I was an adult. Although I finally let him down by running away from the village." Zetta suddenly came to the dining table.
"No, Brother. If you see the success of your brother here, you must be very proud of your brother, too" said Aleya.
While talking, suddenly a little boy approached Zetta.
"Mama!" exclaim the boy.
"Well?!" Aleya rounded her eyes. "Mama?" Aleya looked at Zetta with a puzzled look on her face.
"Isn't my sister married? How can brother...?"
Zetta looks the wrong way.
"Aleya, I'll tell you everything. But please, wait for my son to go to school first."
Aleya was trying to understand the situation of her cousin's sister.
"All right."
Zetta asked her assistant and driver to take her son to school. After that he met Aleya who still needed an explanation from him.
"We'll talk on the back porch!" Zetta led Aleya to the back porch.
Aleya sat on the bench that was there. A small garden filled with flowers arranged neatly on the back porch.
Aleya did not force Zetta to speak immediately. He knew a lot had happened to his brother.
"Four years ago, after I arranged the Avicenna family wedding. My team and I used to throw a party at a nightclub. At the time, I didn't realize I was drinking too much. I'm drunk..."
Zetta paused the story. While Aleya was still digesting what Zetta was telling her. Little did Aleya ever know the story of nightlife in the city from Rion.
"In a state of unconsciousness, I met a man then we..."
Aleya looked at Zetta with anxious expectation.
"We slept together."
Aleya closed her mouth. "Then my sister got pregnant and..."
"Yes, the boy was the result of a one-night story with the man."
"Who is that man, brother?" I don't know why Aleya would want to know everything.
"I don't know. I don't know him. We met in a state of unconsciousness and we wanted more, and then we did."
"Sister..." Aleya hugged Zetta. "Surely big brother suffered so much all this time."
"No. It is the result of my own actions. I have done wrong, so I have to bear it. There's no way I killed that little boy. He is the light in my life. I feel like I'm not alone anymore when he's present."
"Sister..." Aleya sobbed to hear the story of her cousin's sister.
After sharing the story and taste, Aleya asked back.
"Who's the name of the sister's son?"
"Andra. I gave her the name Andra Sugandi."
"What a good name. Sorry, Sis. What ...he never asked who his real father was?"
Zetta smile. "Of course it ever was. All of her schoolmates have a father, but she only has a mother. Tspi you know, he's acting so mature by never asking me that again. He was also very clever despite his age of just three."
Aleya clasped Zetta's hand. "From now on, I will also take care of Andra like I am taking care of my own son. I will love him too so he doesn't feel lonely. From now on, brother has me. So share your grief with me. Understood?"
Zetta smile. "When did my little sister grow up to be a grown woman?"
Aleya and Zetta laughed together.
...B E R S A M B U N G...
"Well, who's kira2 is Zetta's son's father?Is one of Boy's friends? Or is there another man?
Hmmm this story actually want me to finish, but arrived2 ideas flow a lot, yes already, we follow the flow aja deh 😬😬😬 hopefully you are still willing to control it 😁😁because you are my spirit 💟💟💟