SCHNUCKY
RENJANA IN SILENCE

Arya contacted Kamala on the way back to the residence. But the man's eyebrows frowned when he realized that every call he made was actually reciprocated by artificial intelligence in cellular communication systems.

"The number you are going to cannot receive this call, press 1 or 3 to record the conversation..."

Arya stared at the screen with eyebrows that kept frowning.

Why else with Kamala? Where else is he when I need him?

Arya took a breath and placed the device on the dashboard of the car and then again grasped the steering wheel casually and pressed the gas pedal, advancing his black All New Avanza down a rather quiet street.

Arya circulated the view through the window of her car which was covered in dark stickers to block outsiders from peering inside.

His gaze momentarily sharpened to see a man he knew was stepping down the street. Arya slightly advanced and parked her black All New Avanza to the shoulder of the road. He shut off the engine and opened the door and exited the vehicle.

"Hey, Sakera!" arya waved her hand.

The man she saw was Sakera. The Madurese man no longer runs a restaurant in Paguyaman. After Saifulhadi's death, the shop was sold to a culinary entrepreneur in Paguyaman.

Sakera was momentarily silent at the sound of the call, and restrained her steps saw Arya standing next to the black All New Avanza.

"Come here." call Arya once more.

Sakera tried to calm herself for a moment and then stepped closer to the man.

"How are you?" sapa Sakera raised her voice.

"I'm fine." replied Arya. "Come in.." he asked.

"I have business.." elak Sakera.

"Where are you going?" ask Arya. "Once I'll drive you."

Sakera can no longer stand up. Finally he nodded too. "All right..."

Arya got back in the car while Sakera went around and entered from next to her. Shortly thereafter the black All New Avanza drove back.

"Are you no longer taking care of your shop in Paguyaman?" Aryan fishing line.

"I sold it." replied Sakera. "It's no use. I'm not very good at managing. I'm just investing the shares."

Arya smiled, a moment later she remembered something. Sakera sat quietly staring at the street.

"How is Muzdalifah? Did the police find out who the kidnapper was?" ask Arya with interest.

Sakera furrowed her brows looking at Arya. "Is your feeling for that woman still there?" lure the Madurese man.

Arya smiled, "What kind of feeling? Love, you mean?" ask the man.

Sakera just silently responded to Arya's question. Finally the Madurese man sighed and replied with sarcasm.

"Was it appropriate for a man to love a man's future husband?" fishing Sakera without looking.

Arya laughed softly. "I'm sorry if Muzdalifah is yours. But if you think I'm in love with her, you're wrong. I only have unfinished problems with him." he said straightening the understanding of the man beside him. "You must have known about the masses."

Sakera just grunts.

"How's the investigation progressing?" ask Arya.

Sakera again sighed. "Investigation is still going on. I don't know what that woman's fate is right now."

Arya heard a sentence that felt sarcastic in her ears, and again the businessman smiled. "Your words just hinted like you didn't care much, was Muzdalifah found or not.. Am I wrong?"

Sakera was stunned for a moment and instantly improved her tone.

"It's not. Don't overdramatize my words." said Sakera. "I mean right now is. I don't know the extent of his existence. I'm really stressed when I think about it." she lamented.

Arya nodded. "We're both looking for him. I've also discussed the case of Muzdalifah's disappearance to one of my acquaintances in the police force."

"Yes.." said Arya with a little sense of wonder. "It just so happened that I was mourning the death of my best friend. He was killed in an abandoned building in Leato County..."

While Arya explained, Sakera did not pay attention to her explanation. The Madurese man guessed the person who had just been revealed in the conversation.

"N-name... Iswan?" sakera asked with a tone of voice that could be leveled, as if nothing had happened.

Arya nodded. "Police suspect.he was killed while busy menenggenggikan a woman. Thirty-eight men in black who were escorting him to the building were killed with cuts and throat, then escaped the woman who was raped by Iswan." said the businessman explained the allegation.

"Did the police expect it to be like that?" ask Sakera.

Arya laughing. "No, that's my guess."

Sakera nodded. Shortly after, he told Arya to stop the vehicle.

"I'm down here." said Sakera as she opened the door. "Thank you for the ride."

Arya just nodded with a smile, while Sakera left without looking anywhere and stepped in to let the black All New Avanza speed back on the road.

...*****...

Inayah Amalia had just arrived, she hung the sling bag on her left shoulder. The girl greeted.

"Assalam aleikum." he cried as he stepped inside. There was a reply in the middle room.

Inayah stepped casually across the living room and arrived at the family room. There his mother, Saripah was busy watching the show on television.

"Ummas... Where's abah?" inayah asked, kissing her mother's hand.

"Just come out." answered Saripah. "You're late..."

"Well, Abah if busy, it likes to forget." lamented Inayah.

"Eh, take a shower first." said Saripah pretending to drive away. "That's abuhu in your armpit already developed her wings and was about to fly spreading the full smell of poison in this room."

Inayah laughs. "Ma... Is there any news?" ask the girl.

"Who?" ask Saripah to pretend to be stupid.

"Yeeee... Umma kayak did not know." lamented Inayah half whining and sulking.

Saripah smile. "That's.your husband-to-be just called Abah." she told and checked her daughter's response.

"Yes?" instantly Inayah was excited. "Then... Saburo said what, Ma?" his insistence.

"Yes, don't say anything.just talk to Abah." replied Saripah.

"Ah, Umma... not exciting!" inayah said with annoyance and immediately stood up and stepped away from Saripah who laughed alone teasing her only daughter.

Inayah arrived at the back yard. There's a clothes washer there. Inayah approached the object and placed the sling bag there. He opened the bag and pulled out a dark blue uwagi, a black obi and wide white zubon pants. All the clothes were put in the washing machine.

Inayah then put detergent into the machine and run it. There was a slow humming sound of the machine while doing its job.

Inayah reached again something in the sling bag and pulled out a portrait of a young man with close up size. The face of the young man was handsome, a fusion of the paleo mongoloid and yayoi races.

"Hello, Saburo.." said Inayah slowly and gently and kissed the portrait. "Wololo habarimu?..."

The girl then scrunched her eyebrows. "Why don't you want to call me?" he said monologue and then smiled again mischievously. "Ooo... Shame on you?"

Inayah held the portrait to her chest. Both eyes closed and then smiled. I don't know what was on the girl's mind. What is clear, he was temporarily trapped in the vein of his heart despite being silent without the company of the rough mass of the person he missed.

While Saripah just peeked at her daughter who monologued alone while staring at the portrait then smiled and shook her head.

Fucking bucin girl... []