Treasure, Throne, Renata
Hiraeth Rayendra's Stories

07.00 WIB – Station KA Bandung

“ Hello Boss, there are nawarin spare parts nih. the same cost of masang will be 2 million. If you want, I pesen now nih”, exclaimed Koh Leo in my phone connection.

“ Oh Koh, the money is not there yet. If it is below 1 million I want deh”, I replied while massaging my forehead when I heard the price.

“ Ga there if under a million, this is also inden Bos”.

“ I found myself on Koh. Title the car first yes, if I love Koh Leo”.

“ Can Boss, if there is something cheaper is okay. I just nawarin, who knows need aj”.

“ Later on Koh, I also want to go out of town first. Later I will notify ya”, I replied while ending Koh Leo's call.

My head was throbbing hearing the costs that had to be incurred for car spare parts, plus my money was already running low. Not to mention the work I had to complete to do my debt to Dion. I was forced to spend time buying train tickets so I could meet Om Frans in Jakarta. He was the consultant who brought me up with Hardian, I hope he can also help me to get new investors.

12.30 WIB – Pacific Place Mall

“ Ray, how are you doing ? Since the same business Hardian kok so not surprised reportedly nih”, greeting Om Frans when he just arrived at a cafe that I was married.

“ Yes, this is Om, it is usual that things always go up and down. I again need help nih”, I replied while answering his question without further ado.

“ Why your business? I think it is very serious?”, he asked while sitting down and ordering drinks in the menu book.

“ I need new investor Om. Mr. Hardian has stopped injecting funds because we have different visions. I have to save the fate of my employees Om”.

I told you all the problems I had until I was at this point. Om Frans simply nodded his head, his eyes glazed over and his mouth was silent without a word.

“ Ray, the business you pioneered is only one year old loh. If you are careful, you can avoid all this. Somewhat difficult for me to find new investors, because 1 year does not mean anything”.

“ I am willing to change his business model Om, anything important anyone wants to buy our stock”, I asked with a glass.

“ Patience Ray, not that easy. While chatting eat first, you just drink lemon tea right, surely laper out of Bandung”, invite Om Frans.

“ I just ate Om, just drink enough”, I told a lie. I honestly haven't eaten, the money I'm holding right now is mediocre.

“ Healthy kids Ray? Last time we met Hardian you told me that your wife was pregnant, right? dong dong is your third child now?”.

I was silent at his question, the old story always bothered my mind.

“ Already Om, healthy kids like”.

“ Looks? How the hell is it nebak-nebak? You Long Distance Marriage huh now?”.

“ Children in Tangsel with his mother, I live in Bandung because”.

“ Yes it is LDM name, so every week return to Tangsel dong?”, asked Om Frans who still do not understand my point.

“ Gak Om. I've parted ways with my wife”.

Frans widened his eyes as soon as he knew I was separated. Many times he repeated questions that I was reluctant to discuss.

“ Crazy you Ray. Just your face tangled rich gini. I understand now your problem where” is, he replied, shaking his head.

“ You used to tell me how proud you are of your wife and children. Your wife is the one who accompanies the ups and downs in the company you started. As soon as you are a big project with Hardian you live them so. Yes therein lies your problem Ray”, he likes.

“ Has nothing to do Om, RENTZ is purely a job. All these technical problems only”.

“ There must be another woman huh Ray?”, he accused without further ado. I just kept quiet and couldn't dodge anymore.

“ Aduh Ray, a very classic problem rich gini. All of this relates to Ray, where there is something in this world that has no cause-and-effect. I can't help much, my advice is just one. Look at your children first let your mind go back to sane”, he said.

14.00 WIB – Earth Serpong Peace

I stood in front of the gate of a magnificent private school with a towering fence. Seen some security is arranging the car traffic that will pick up his son. This school is the Elementary School where Kila studied, my determination appeared to meet my son because the words of Om Frans ringed in my ear.

My mind was disturbed to see a row of cars picking up his son in the lobby. I used to drive Kila before going to the office, but now he is only picked up by their subscription motorcycle.

My foot stepped into the shuttle room, and there was one officer holding the microphone to call the students if the pick-up was present. Security at this school is very strict, understandably Rania's choice of school is not cheap.

“ Which invitation card is Pak?”, he asked.

“ Missed sir, I am his father kok”, I replied trying to convince the officer.

“ Report first to admin Sir, later assisted to verify pick up” data, he replied.

“ I am his father Sir, verification period everything anyway “, I replied annoyed.

“ The other is the same sir, this is for the safety of the sons and daughters of the Father. The process is not long, please go to admin yes “.

I backed away from the officer. I noticed that the pickers did have to bring an invitation card to show. If not, then the student has not been allowed to go home before the school kroscek on the parent concerned.

“ Sir Ray? “, greet the voice of a man I know.

“ Mas Agus, want to pick up my son yes?”, just excited to see his figure.

“ Mas help me, I want to pick up Kila Mas. Please give me the invitation card dong Mas”, I asked to weld.

“ Sorry Mr. Ray, if you want to meet Kila at home just”, refuse it.

“ I want to meet you chat for a while Mas, waitin deh Mas “, talk to me.

“ Ibu Rania already know? You said nothing this morning with me”.

“ Just for a moment Mas, I happen to pass here. His mother doesn't know sih”.

“ Sorry I can't Sir. Meet the kids at home only, not good to chat in school”.

“ Mas please dong, just once. I just want to hug my son, I miss Kila and Kica. I am the Father of Loh”, persuade me while forcing.

“ Mr. Ray, if you miss the same child yes meet them dong at home, do not play behind rich gini. My job is to shuttle your child according to time, if it is late Bu Rania must be nyariin”.

“ I can not meet at home Mas, please understand me”.

“ Who said you can't. Just in front of the fence is also okay, sir, the important thing is to have his mother's permission. If playing behind rich gini I don't agree sir. Sorry I want to pick up first before Bu Rania phone me”, said Mas Agus while giving an invitation card to the officer who holds the mic. Sometimes they whisper while looking at me.

Damnit damnit!. My attempt to meet Kila failed miserably. I was just pacing around the lobby thinking about what to do. Do I have to wait for Kila to come home or leave before Mas Agus contacts Rania to tell her where I am? If Rania finds out, she'll definitely come here.

“ Excuse me sir, have picked up his son yet?”, asked a security who daritadi watch me pacing.

“ Already Sir, who picked up the Father who wore a black jacket it”, pointed me at Mas Agus.

“ Please wait somewhere else Sir, because soon another class will disperse also” remove the officer smoothly.

Finally I gave up, I stepped outside the school. I looked back again, hoping that the figure of the firstborn could be seen from a distance. But apparently Kila is still in line.

Undeterred immediately I called the base object, I asked him to take me to the address that Rania had mentioned in the email the other day. Our motorbike drove fast to get to the destination before Mas Agus arrived. I don't know what's on my mind right now, all of a sudden I want to see my kids in a rented house because the plan to meet at school is failing miserably.

Finally I arrived at the compound where Rania contracted the house, I finally found the house they were in. A house with a black fence on a bicycle belonging to children is parked on the front porch. I asked the motorcycle to stop at a post not too far from Rania's house. That way, I can still see my son coming from a distance.

Before long, there was a roar of motorbikes that stopped in his yard. Apparently Mas Agus' motorbike has arrived bringing Kila from school. My mind screamed when I saw Kila get off the bike holding her pink bag.

“ Kakaaaaak, you pulaaaang”, cry of a familiar cry. The voice belonged to Kica who was shouting to welcome her brother home.I saw the figure of a 6-year-old child running small welcoming Kila on the front porch.

My mind was sliced at the sight of my two daughters, my voice was stuck in my throat, my tears were no longer able to hold me until they dripped on my cheeks. Want me to shout calling them, running and hugging their bodies tightly. But what power, what I am currently doing can only see from a distance.

Before long I saw the figure of a middle-aged woman coming out to welcome Kila. Yes, it was my ex-in-law who was helping her granddaughter to bring a heavy Kila bag. I spontaneously shifted my body to take cover behind the body of the motorcycle driver who was waiting for me.

“ Sir, want samperin to home what nih”, ask confusion because we stopped at the security guard post.

“ Wait aja Mas, soon yes “, persuade me.

“ Don't want to go down first? It's okay I wait if you want”, he said offered himself. I think he felt sorry for seeing me because my tears were dripping down my cheeks.

I looked at the house again until my two children went inside. My heart was worried whether I should go down and ask Rania for permission, or just look at my daughter from a distance? My emotions are raging at the moment, there is a feeling of longing for a house that I cannot visit.