The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 9: Being Invited to Mr. Darsim's House

After Amelia's brief introduction to Pak Darsim and Ayu, unexpectedly, this girl offered to stop by the old man's house. Amel, who was curious about this old man from the beginning, finally without hesitation, accepted the offer. His stomach that was struggling with hunger made him wrap the hodgepodge that was then held around the mosque.

"Sir..sorry, Mr. Darsim and Ayu have not eaten, right ? I want to treat Mr and Ayu as a sign of introduction." said Amelia sekhenya.

"Oo..no need mbak Amel, thank you...make mbak Amel only...certainly have not had lunch yes ?" answer sir Darsim rejects subtle.

"Aah.gak papa sir.i pack for three only yes.later we eat it together at the house of the father alone.."answer Amel stormed give a signal he did not want to get a rejection. He hurriedly ordered 3 packs of hodgepodge with rice. Actually, Mr. Darsim and Ayu the princess just feel a little hungry. How not ? since morning he has only 1x to eat with his daughter. But Mr. Darsim's an old man with manners. He felt bad about the offer from a girl he had just met. But, what power did the girl seem not to want to be rejected with her offer.

Huff.maybe this is called sustenance going nowhere. Can't be rejected, Mr. Darsim's mind. He waited not far from the hodgepodge cart that was making the girl's order.

Shortly thereafter....

They had reached the door of Mr. Darsim's house which Amel had passed before. Mr. Darsim turned the key and...

ceklek.....

the door is open. He went in first and then let the girl inside.

The house looks very simple. The front part is empty without much furniture. Just a rattan mat, a fan and a wooden table in the corner of the room.

"Please enter mbak.please sit down.sorry should lesehan.." said Mr. Darsim friendly.

"Ii ..iya sir.it's okay anyway.thank you.." replied Ayu politely. The walls of his house looked dull due to age. But the house is pretty clean. Clean and fresh aroma soft smelled. Mr. Darsim and Ayu, get into the room. Amelia explored with both eyes but she could not see the rest of the room because it was blocked by the walls that bound the room.

Ayu again brought a tray with a glass of water placed on the table. Then he went back into the room and brought 3 plates and spoons to the table. He tidied a hodgepodge package to every plate he carried on a wooden table in the corner of the room. I saw him neatly arranged. Before long Mr. Darsim has left the room. He has changed clothes. Now he only wears black short-sleeved shirts with colorful abstract motif patterns and black trousers that he was wearing during prayer.

"Sorry..we can not serve anything.Please drink first mbak ..oh yes mbaknya certainly not have lunch huh ? please while eating only first.do not be shy mbak..tampak just like at home alone.." said Mr. Darsim while sitting leaning against the wall. His words to me were like breaking that momentary silence and freezing. Amel was without

They also eat together. A moment of silence was created because the three were busy chewing the delicious hodgepodge.

"Mr..just stay here alone ?" amel asked to open the conversation as well as break the silence between the three of them.

" Yes, Ma'am." replied Mr. Darsim briefly.

"Hmm ..loh sorry.wife.anu means his mother Ayu does not live here Mr ?" amel asked again. He felt wrong saying. His mouth asked this. He felt bad after saying those words. It feels presumptuous. But, already.has already spoken, his inner.

"Hmm.His mother is no longer there mbak.." replied Mr. Darsim was silent for a moment before saying it. he even stopped his mouthful. Mr. Darsim looked doubtful at his words. But, there was no way he could be frank with this girl he had just known. Especially this afternoon he had just experienced a gripping incident.Even he had not had time to tell anyone. He was afraid that he might even runyam.

"Oo.sorry, sir.I'm not happy with my question..Oh..iya the father worked in the mosque earlier huh ?Ayu had a chance to chat with me.." I said again to shift the topic.

"Oh yes, Ma'am...I work cleaning there every morning. Sometimes I start collecting plastic bottle garbage that I then exchange to the collectors, or sometimes I am offered to help become a building porters if someone is building or renovating a house around here..or other work mbak..yang important halal.." replied pak Darsim to Amelia. Amelia who heard it felt filled with the words of Mr. Darsim. If only he could help the family's economy...Amel was in his heart.

"Pak Darsim, what could be next if you don't mind me wanting to come see the daily activities of the father..maybe if you don't mind I want to write about your activities ...Hmm..if you don't mind ?" amel asked trying as decently as possible. He was worried that he could offend with those words.

" Amel's mom is a journalist ?? seriously mbak ? " ask Mr. Darsim looking surprised.

"City.iya ..Mr. .bapak doesn't mind, does he ?" ask Amel back.

Mr. Darsim seemed to think of something. He was silent for a moment. He was really surprised by everything. Coincidentally just what meeting with this mbak Amel ? or is it actually Amel's sister ? He wants to frame Darsim sir ? Darsim seemed to wrinkle his forehead until the wrinkles on his forehead became more clearly visible.

"Hm...Sir...Sir...is it okay ?" Amel calling seemed confused to see Mr. Darsim who suddenly slightly bowed and speechless did not answer him.

"Eeh..ii.iya is fine.." she answered immediately.But her brain was thinking hard, what really happened ? What does the man want with him?, inner Mr. Darsim.