Mystery Kitchen Miranti
16

"So you know from where if Mr. Cik has magic science?" ask Amanda when Rangga has started talking about Mr. Cik.

"I'm sure, brother," replied Rangga.

Amanda was not satisfied with Rangga's answer, and tried to find the right answer.

"Yes, but how do you prove it? There must be a reason. Even if he had that knowledge, he didn't use it to harm others, right?" said Amanda who still thinks positively about Mr. Cik.

Rangga was silent, still hesitant to tell a story. He thought of the right language to convey to Amanda.

Seeing Rangga silent, Amanda tried to melt the atmosphere by offering him a drink.

"Eh, let's have a drink, let's go cold." Amanda thrust a cup of tea that is still hot on Rangga.

Rangga received and drank tea that had been made by Amanda's mother. After feeling somewhat relaxed, Rangga finally ventured to tell the problem that had been borne by himself.

"Before I want to do it first with Sister Amanda about the strange events that happened to sister," said Rangga.

"Hmmm, yeah." Amanda assented. He complied without knowing Rangga's true intentions.

Amanda recounted every strange incident she had experienced.

"Don't understand, why is it that their spirit's brother came to them?" ask Rangga after Amanda ends the story.

"If Datuk says, they may need my help, but what help? And whether Ms. Mala and Mayang are really dead or not, I don't know myself. Don't even know what their faces are? Is it really them or isn't it?" amanda's light is long.

"My mother and sister are dead, brother. And I'm sure...." Rangga began to say something that he had been saving. And that obviously made Amanda very shocked.

"W-what? Your mother and sister?" cut Amanda with a very surprised look.

Rangga returned Amanda's gaze with a sad face. "Yes, brother. Miss Mala and Mayang that is my family," replied Rangga who was really beyond the expectations of everyone including Amanda.

Amanda was speechless at the time. His mind raged again with this information he had just heard.

"Y-so?" Amanda's at a loss for words.

"My mother and sister are dead, brother. And it looks like they've been murdered" continued Rangga who further confused Amanda.

"I swear, I don't understand" Amanda replied in confusion.

"What does all this mean? And...?" There were so many questions Amanda wanted to ask Rangga, but she did not know which questions to ask first.

As if to understand Amanda's immutability, Rangga began to elaborate one by one to find the common thread, and so Amanda also began to understand.

"So, brother." Rangga was starting to be sure to tell a story.

Amanda's gaze can not be separated from Rangga's face, as if not want to miss a single word that will be spoken by Rangga.

"But, I promise not to tell anyone. Because this must remain our secret until the time comes." Rangga warned Amanda.

"Yes" he answered briefly.

"Over this time, I've been holding this all by myself. I keep this alone. Now, I feel that big brother is the right person to share this story with. Honestly, I also need a sister to tell a story, because actually I am not able to hold my own brother. And I need my brother's help too." Rangga conveyed his heart to Amanda.

Amanda, who was still in confusion, just nodded her head. He did not know where Rangga was talking. But Amanda's heart was ready to fulfill Rangga's request.

"Yes, I'll listen to your story, and if I can, I'll help you too." Amanda accepts Rangga's request, although she does not yet know what story Rangga will tell.

"This brother. About three years ago, Miss Miranti came home to offer my mother and sister, Mayang, a job. But, when Miss Miranti came home, I was away wandering, so she didn't recognize me." Rangga started his story.

"Continue?" Amanda is really looking forward to the continuation.

"At that time, the Miranti Kitchen Restaurant had just opened. He said Miss Miranti just bought the building, and needed workers to clean up. So, my mother there works as a cleaning officer, while Mayang works as a restaurant waiter" continued Rangga.

Sometimes Rangga drinks tea to relieve his throat. Amanda is patiently awaiting the continuation of the story.

"During work, mother and Mayang had to go home 3 times to visit family. And if you don't come home, you're the one who came there to see Mom and Mayang. Because they do not have a cell phone, so the mother and father are preaching to each other through the mail, so their communication is never interrupted. Anyway, mothers always send letters at least once a month, sometimes even in a month it can be up to 3 times" continued Rangga.

"Continue?" insist Amanda.

"So through the letter you know that you can not go home, so you are the one who came to visit mom and Mayang" said Rangga.

"Owh, yes," Amanda replied.

"Then, until a time, where the mother never again sent letters to the father, and no longer reply to letters from the father. At first I thought, maybe my mother and Mayang were too busy. You let it. But after 4 months, the mother still did not give any news, finally the father was restless as well and decided to come to the place of Mrs Miranti...." Rangga stopped there.

"Then...?" insist Amanda.

Rangga was pensive for a moment, his memory returned to the sad times first.

"But you didn't meet my mother...." Rangga held his breath to endure the turmoil of grief.

"Why?" ask Amanda quietly while researching the look of Rangga.

Rangga's gaze looked empty and sad. I really can't continue the story, but it's already been.

"Said Bu Miranti, mother and Mayang have returned home."

Amanda's forehead is back in a frown. "When you?" Amanda tried to guess.

"Engga," answered Rangga with a headband.

"Then?" amanda was impatient.

"That's what we were surprised about" said Rangga.

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