The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
Behind the square box

The Kenzie main house.

"Where are you going?" asked Kenzie with a cup of coffee in his palm.

A carry-on bag in Dalia's formal suit, showing that she is leaving at this time. "Mom's going to the boutique to pick up the family uniform we're going to wear at your wedding and Nilam's. But before that, I'm going to see Grandpa Nilam and his aunt at the halfway house. Because we're going to introduce them to your father's extended family later tonight" he explained.

"like that. Do I want to take you?"

"No need, Ken. Mother delivered Mr. Rosad. You just accompany Nilam."

"Nilam?"

"Yes, this morning he was picked up by Mr. Rosad to the halfway house. Your father will be home by noon, and he wants Nilam to be here."

"Then where is he?"

"Watering plants in the yard." Dalia smiled." There, accompany your future wife."

"Sure, Mother."

"Oh, Ken... I still can't believe you're getting married, honey." The embrace of his only son was loving.

"Mother, my coffee could spill like this."

"Umm, basic. You are too stiff. I really want to spoil you." Dalia frowned with the hugs she had already released.

"Most importantly this stiff love for Mom is matchless."

"Umm, really? I don't believe."

"Why?"

"Because now your love is divided for Nilam," Dalia's seductive goda quickly left the smiling prince shaking his head.

"And Mom was right."

*****

An hour later.

The car that Dalia was riding was perfectly parked in the big yard of the halfway house.

He went down and walked towards one of the most end buildings occupied by Grandpa Usman and his grandchildren.

The door starts to knock.

It opened shortly thereafter.

Usman's grandfather emerged from behind it.

"Mrs Dalia."

"Please, Mr. Usman."

"Corn, Madam," said Grandfather politely with a slight body bowing. "Sorry what's up, huh? Is there anything important, until you trouble yourself coming here?"

"There's a little I want to talk about."

"Oh. Then, please come in."

"Thank you, sir." Dalia started to follow Grandpa who was walking in front of her.

After both of them sat on the sofa.

"mrs ... Mrs Pure and Hana, where, sir?" Dalia's head circled around the room.

"Oh, they're being rough, ma'am. Ordinary, buy groceries for children."

"really?" Dalia smiled in amazement. "Did they help cook it?"

"That's it, Madam. There's nothing else we can do but help out the potluck."

"It's okay, sir. And we're very happy too. That means the children will be more cared for with the help you give," Dalia said gratefully. Then his eyes were fixed on a box measuring about 30×30 cm located on the table in front of him. "Umm, what is this, sir?" tanyanya wants to know.

Following Dalia's gaze, Grandpa smiled. "Oh, this ...." Take that square box. "This is Nilam's little shirt. The clothes he wore the first time he was found. I reopened it in disbelief because the little abandoned baby was getting married." Followed by a smile.

Dalia jerks. "discovered? A little abandoned baby? Did you mean Mr Usman?"

"Yes, Madam. Nilam is not my biological grandson. Almost 22 years ago, my late daughter-in-law, Vishnu, found her lying in a basket on the side of the road to the city. Either he dumped his parents, or how, I don't know. At that time we did not think about its origin. All we think about is saving and taking care of him" Grandpa said, glaring back to that time.

"Rubber, Mistress. Sorry, I just told you." Grandpa is full of regrets.

"It's okay, sir. But sorry, said Mr. Usman, Nilam found how many years ago?" Dalia started to get curious.

"22 years ago, Madam."

"22...?" dalia Gumam. "How old is Nilam?"

"When we found him, it looked like he was less than a year old. He could just crawl."

"Crawling, does that mean he can sit?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Then why did Mr. Usman say, he was found lying around."

"The village midwife said she was under the influence of drugs, madam."

"What?! An anesthetic? That cold?!" Dalia miris's. Then his eyes were straightened back on the box and fixedly staring at him. "May I see the whole thing, sir?"

Dalia's tense expression was enough to cause Grandpa Usman's astonishment. "Please, Madam." He thrust the object closer in front of the woman

Carefully, open the box slowly. Touched and pulled a small clothes suit folded neatly in it, then stretched it. "This .... This shirt, I recognize it." His eyes began to glaze over. "Sir Usman besides this shirt, was there another object attached to the body of Nilam at that time?"

Grandpa frowning. "Other things?" Forcing his mind to work. Until the unloading of the box to make sure something inside, and.... "Here, Madam." A simple two-layered gold bracelet with two pearls at the ends that met each other, was already on his palm.

Shakily Dalia grabbed the circular object from Grandpa Usman's palm. Turning around slowly whizzed around him. Until her eyelids started to widen. A beautifully engraved array of letters on the inside of the small bracelet formed the name 'Kenny', making his heart instantly beat violently. He was crying so hard.

Grandpa was surprised. "Mrs, what's wrong?" he started to worry.

The sound that was stuck in her throat, made Dalia unable to give any answer. This was too shocking for him.

"Mrs calm down, I'll get some water for a minute." With a quick movement, Grandfather stepped towards the kitchen.

Dalia's tears are growing. "My daughter ...." On his sobbing.

"Here, ma'am, drink it." A glass of water received Dalia from the hands of Grandpa Usman. Then he nodded a little.

Grandpa was sitting back in his place. "Can you explain it to me, ma'am?"

Dalia nodded. Emotions of tension and shock, already able to control it. The glass was placed on the table in front of him. "Mr Usman ... Nilam and Kenzie ...." He was unable to hold back his crying. He covered his mouth with his palm, with the other side still squeezing Nilam's little shirt and bracelet.

"What's wrong with Nilam and Kenzie, ma'am?" Grandfather increasingly did not understand the situation he was facing.

"Nilam and Kenzie .. They won't be able to get married, Mr. Usman."

"What?!" Grandpa jerks. "You mean, Madam?"

"Yes, Mr. Usman. They can't get married. Because they're both brothers."

DUAARR....

Grandpa's eyes are perfectly rounded. "What did you say, Madam? They're brothers?" tanyanya could not believe it.

Dalia nodded in confirming. "Nilam is my daughter who went missing 22 years ago."

One more surprise for Grandpa. "Ni-Nilam ... your pu-daughter...??"

"really. You see this Mr. Usman." He showed a name engraving inside the bracelet. "Kenny. And that Kenny is the name of my missing daughter, Mr. Usman. And this little dress, I remember, my husband bought it back then." Still accompanied by a sling.

"Kenny," Grandpa muttered in his shock.

"It was my name that gave it to him. Not much different than Kenzie. Both start with the K and E hurug in front of him. Following my husband's name, Kevin," Dalia explained.

"Yes, Lord .. What plan are you actually devising?" my Grandfather turned his face up.

"Yes, Mr. Usman. I also believe that Nilam is my missing Kenny."

Rough breath blows from Grandpa's mouth. "Sorry, Mrs Dalia, if I may know, why is Nil-oh, I mean your daughter could be missing?"

Dalia's mind inched backwards into the past. "He kidnapped someone, sir. We reported it to the authorities, but never found a bright spot. Until the case is closed. The kidnapper was never known. Until we can only give in to loss."

Grandpa smile. "And now the boy is near you, madam."

"Yes, Mr. Usman. I'm happy." And the line of smiles on Dali's face suddenly faded and changed with a lot of tension. "And the wedding....?"

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