SCHNUCKY
THE DISAPPOINTED MAN

Arya stopped her vehicle and turned off the engine. However, he has no intention of descending from his black All New Avanza, but rather confirms the visually appropriate address with the note Iswan gave him.

Arya observes a simple style house surrounded by a beautiful garden. After making sure that what was listed in the record was in accordance with the data on Gooblemap, the man opened the car door and stepped out of the vehicle.

Arya stood beside her car, the feeling of the man was still doubtful, but she decided to ventured to swing her pair of legs into the yard of the house.

Arya walked through the garden which was divided by the road to the house and she arrived in front of the house.

"Assalamualaikum.." cried Arya with a rather loud voice.

The mood is still quiet. Arya momentarily scanned her surroundings and looked back at the house.

"Assalamualaikum.." he repeated.

"Wa alaikum salaam." - A voice from within.

There were faint footsteps approaching and a parobaya woman appeared. He was stunned for a moment to find a man with a nice appearance in front of the stairs of his house, but soon he behaved as he should.

"Who's looking for you, son?" ask the parobaya woman politely.

"Is this really Mr. Basyir Laiya's house, ma'am?" arya asked with a polite attitude.

"Yes, right." answered the mother politely nodding. "Who are you?"

Arya smile. "I am Arya Datau. I'm a former student Mr at SMU Prasetya, Gorontalo City" he replied.

The face of the parobaya woman then became bright and smiled widely. "Oooooo-o... Dad's still in the garden. Called briefly. Please enter first, son." invite the parobaya woman to invite Arya to enter her house.

"Thank you." answered Arya sympathetically and climbed the stairs and sat on the porch.

"What do kids want to drink? I will provide." said the mother offered.

"No need to ma'am." reject Arya with courtesy. "Right now I just want to meet Mr. Basyir" he continued.

"Oh, then wait a minute?" said the parobaya woman while going inside again.

Arya used the opportunity to contact Kamala. He took the device from his pocket and dialed the number of his fiancee.

A call came in and was answered. The sweet voice of her lover was heard in her ears.

📲 "Assalamualaikum.." Kamala's greeting precedes Arya makes the man smile.

📲 "Wa aleikum salam, Miss Marvel." Arya replied and then laughed a little.

📲 "Oooh, Mr. Schnucky apparently." said Kamala. "Why baby?"

📲 "No. I just miss. So call you." replied Arya then let out a long sigh.

📲 "Is that so?" seduhi Kamala then laughed a little. "Well, I think I'm the happiest woman on earth."

📲 "What's the matter?" lure Arya with a big smile.

📲 "Because I've always been missed by you." Kamala replied making Arya laugh.

📲 "Eh, I'm serious." said Kamala.

📲 "Yes, yes... I know." said Arya. "How's your job there?"

📲 "You alone? Did you find that address?" reply Kamala.

Arya observed the surroundings. The man nodded.

📲 "I'm now sitting in her house." replied Arya.

📲 "Yes done. I don't want to bother you." said Kamala.

📲 "You're not interrupting at all." interrupted Arya.

📲 "Finish your task first." said Kamala. "I don't want you to be half-in-half of your intention."

Arya was silent for a moment.

📲 "Hello, Schnucky? You're still there, right?" kamala Fishing.

📲 "Yes, dear." replied Arya.

📲 "Good. I hung up on him, didn't I? Finish your job, honey." Kamala said then cut off the cellular conversation.

Arya put the device back in her pocket. Shortly thereafter, a parobaya man appeared around 62 years old. He stood at the door and Arya got up and walked over to him.

"Sir Master.." said Arya who immediately grabbed the old man's hand and kissed him reverently.

"Aryans? Are you this?" hiss is an old man who is none other than the former headmaster of SMU Prasetya at the end of the year two thousand.

Arya straightened her body. "Yes, Mr. Teacher. I am Arya Datau, the disciple of the Father." replied the man.

Mr. Basyir shook his head in awe. "Mr pangling sees you right now. Has it been successful?"

"Alhamdulillah, thanks to the Father's prayer as well." replied Arya with a polite smile.

Mr. Basyr let Arya sit back. He turned back inside. "Mar... Mar.." he called his wife.

A parobaya woman appeared. "What's up, sir?" ask the woman with irregular breathing.

The parobaya woman nodded then turned into the house while Mr. Basyir sat with Arya marked.

"I'm sorry, Arya boy. My house is very simple." said Mr. Basyir as he humbled.

"But beautiful and soul-soothing." said Arya calm the heart of her former principal. Mr. Basyir nodded.

"How are you doing, son?" ask Mr. Basyir.

"Alhamdulillah be healthy always. What about Father?" answer Arya.

"As you can see Nak." replied Mr. Basyir with a smile.

Arya nodded. Shortly thereafter, the parobaya woman clasped the tray containing two cups of tea and cake setoples. The dish is then placed on the table.

"Please enjoy the dish." said Mr. Basyir invited while the woman had returned to the house.

Arya nodded then grabbed the cup and sipped some tea water served.

"If you may know, what does Nak Arya mean to visit the Father here?" ask Mr. Basyir.

Arya put the cup on her plate and sat up straight against her chair. "The meaning of my arrival here was caused by an intention, sir." replied Arya. "Father probably knew a girl who was my junior sister at that school."

Mr. Basyir squinted for a moment then raised his face to look at the veranda ceiling. Chances are he was trying to extract more information in his brain memories. His breath then snorted.

"Muzdalifah..he didn't you mean?" guess Mr. Basyir flatly.

Arya smile. "Yes, you're right."

Mr. Basyir's eyebrows immediately wrinkled. "Why with the kid? Does he have unfinished business with you?" search the parobaya man.

Arya shook her head and replied. "No. but I have business with him."

"What business?" ask Mr. Basyir.

"I'm sorry if I can't express it to you" Arya replied with a gloating smile.

Mr. Basyir fixed his seat then looked at Arya sharply. "You didn't do anything bad to him, did you?" search the parobaya man again with a slightly squeaking look.

Arya only let out a long sigh and then looked back at her former principal.

"Sir... Can you tell me the address?" arya asked quietly and a little.

"Have you bullied him all this time, Arya?" sis Pak Basyar with a soft.

Arya sighed again but the man shook his head. "No. I never bullied him."

"Then? What are you looking for him for?" search Mr. Basyir.

"Sir... This time I beg you.. Can you show me the address?" arya asked back.

"You knew? Ifah left school because he could not stand being bullied. I really hope he can study quietly there, thinking of nothing but his values" said Mr. Basyir. "His departure really disappointed me. He chose not to continue his scholarship and returned to the village accompanied by Dahlan who had been sickly and suffering from autism."

Arya silently listened to all the explanations of her principal. Mr. Basyir then sighed again. "Sir Dahlan, his father died a few years ago..."

"Do you still have contact with Muzdalifah?" ask Arya.

Mr. Basyir laughed softly. "Then do you find out the boy's address?" the parobaya man advanced his body. "You like it? Have you guys ever dated?"

The parobaya man then straightened his body. "Ifah never told you about it. The boy was very honest with me. He never hid anything."

"Is my father really close to his family?" ask Arya.

Mr. Basyir sighed and nodded. "His mother was a close friend of mine during my early education. So familiar, I have even considered him like his biological brother. That's why I myself consider Ifah like my son."

Arya gulped her saliva. Mr. Basyir then sighed again.

"Misna.it's the name of her late mother, died because she gave birth to her second child who was full of risk. And the boy did not survive at last. Both were buried side by side. I then took the initiative to send Ifah where I taught first, which is your school with guaranteed outstanding scholarship because Ifah is a talented child since childhood." said Mr. Basyir then smiled. "You knew? That kid is really an accomplished kid. Unfortunately he actually chose to leave school and live in the village."

"Has up to this point, you financed Muzdalifah's education and needs?" ask Arya.

"Just until he finished his education in the village. After that the child decided to no longer depend on me." replied Mr. Basyir.

Arya was silent for a moment and then sighed. Mr. Basyir looked at his former protege.

"Son... Be honest with me." asked Mr. Basyir. "Are you one of those kids who bullied him back then until he left SMU Prasetya?"

Arya became nervous and Mr. Basyir had guessed from the man's attitude. The parobaya man finally nodded.

"Then why are you looking for Muzdalifah?" ask Mr. Basyir.

"I want to see him." replied Arya. "I beg you, if you still know Muzdalifah's address, tell me."

Mr. Basyir nodded. "Alright, it seems, you have some business with him. The boy's address is on...."

Arya correctly recorded the address that Mr. Basyir had told him. Shortly after that, he smiled and nodded.

"Thank you Sir. In that case, excuse me now to go to the address that you mentioned" said Arya as she rose.

"If you have anything wrong with him, do it well. May your guilt be understood." said Mr. Basyir.

Arya smiled and left the house. Mr. Basyir looked at Arya's back away from the courtyard and the man finally turned inside the house when Arya entered his black All New Avanza and drove the vehicle down the street.[]