BLACK CAT
Managing the school move Rio

A mini bus drove slowly between alleyways looking for passengers.

Seen in the Bus there is only an old man in his 70s but looks still very dashing sitting next to the Bus door to just get a gust of wind roaring through the door not closed that.

The old man seemed to be fretting while plucking the thread of prayer beads contained in the clasp between his wrinkled fingers.

I don't know how long he's been like that while ignoring the screams of the conductor of the mini Bus who shouted to prospective passengers to choose to ride on the Bus.

At the end of it right in front of the cafe adjacent to the bridge, the, a handsome young man in reddish white from the sun roasted with a middle and slightly blond hairstyle seemed to be waving his hand to stop the mini bus.

As soon as the young man who was about 23 or 24 years old passed in front of the man knew it to sit on the still very empty chair, the old man opened his eyes that had been closed since.

"Assalamualaikum Cake. Sorry grandkids hitchhiked by." The young man said politely.

"Hmmm, Wa'alaikumsalam." The old man replied while grumbling.

"Follow the wind, take a run, take a run,

Run to sri indrapura,

Long time at the lake princess,

Just this time I met the champion."

The young man who had just climbed onto the mini bus was slightly jolted listening to the pantun who was somehow addressed by the old man.

"In this one grandpa's pantun. To whom he refers. If not me, who else. It's just the two of us." The young man said in his heart.

"Tall towering mountain krakatau, the,

The shepherd boy went home to the cage.

Don't think I don't know, though,

If at the waist coiled a sword."

Serr...

The young man's blood rustled as he once again got a loud slap from the pantun-shaped innuendo.

"Sorry Grandpa. For whom is the pantun Grandpa?" Ask the young man politely.

"Who's your name young man?" Asked the old man regardless of the young man's question.

"My name is Tigor. Who is this Grandpa? And from where?" Ask Tigor.

"What's your relationship with Bonar?"

Degh....!!!

This time the young man named Tigor became aghast at getting a shot of the shocking question.

"Sorry Grandpa. Who are you?" Tigor asked increasingly.

Plaque...!

The old man clapped his hands and patted Tigor on the shoulder. But the old man did not raise his hand at all after patting instead holding the hand still on Tigor's shoulders.

The thin, dry, wrinkled hands were ordinary. But at this moment Tigor felt like he was carrying a sack of sand a hundred kilo grams of taste.

"Ka.. Grandfatherbiscuts. You...,"

"Be more polite in front of parents. If a parent asks, it is your duty to answer honestly!" Said the old man.

"Please forgive this brash grandson. Grandchildren will answer Grandpa's questions. As for what my relationship is with the late captain Bonar, he is my father." Tigor replied as he grimaced with his shoulder which began to cramp.

"If you want to know who I am, come to Kuala Nipah village! Ask the residents there where Tengku Mahmud's house is. They'll show you the way." The old man stood up and without telling the mini bus to stop, he jumped out and disappeared.

"Where was that weird grandpa?" Tigor said inwardly as he rubbed his eyes with his hands.

"Who is he? What does this have to do with my late father? Why does he know so much even with a sword around my waist he can tell."

"Tengku Mahmoud's. It's so weird." Tigor said in his heart.

"It's like bull power. Only the skin of the bone is left. Is that what we call deep energy? Ah. My brain is getting dizzy."

"Put up ahead there bang!" Tigor said as he pointed towards a roadside stall.

After the mini bus that could not passengers stop, Tigor went down and paid the fare of himself and the strange grandfather and then immediately walked to a hallway between the houses of the residents.

Tok tock...!

Tok tock...!

"Sir! Mr. Harianja...! Is your father inside?"

"Just a second!"

A man's voice came from inside the house.

Kreeet...

The sound of the door of the old house was opened and it looked like a man in his 50s was standing in front.

"Ah you're the bah. Who I thought that was. Uh let's go in first Tigor!" Take Mr. Harianja friendly.

"Thank you sir." Tigor then followed the step of the man half a century into the house.

"Well.. Tell me what's the purpose of you visiting me Gor?" Ask Mr. Harianja.

"This Sir. Just ask to make it good." Tigor said and continued. "My goal is to come here to ask your father for help to meet the principal. I'm planning to move Rio out of our island for school. Maybe on the island of Java." Tigor said conveying the intent of his visit.

"Why Gor? Is her education not good? Do you think the island of Java is better than our island? Everything is the same Gor. It depends on the student's brain alone in capturing what the teacher is teaching." Mr. Harianja.

"That's not what I mean, sir. You probably already know that I've joined Martin. I'm worried that if there's a problem with me, I'm afraid Rio will also be targeted by them sir." Tigor.

"It is more dangerous if he is alone on the island of Java there. Kara sebang. No relatives."

"No Sir. He should be away from me anyway." Tigor said fixed his stance.

"You better call Rio here first. Let's just talk."

"Yes. Better so. But remember sir. Don't bring up the problem of me working with the mafia in front of Rio. It's hard to explain why." Tigor.

"You wait here. Let me pick Rio up at his boarding house." Mr. Harianja said while taking out his butut motorcycle speda.

"Yes sir." Tigor answered while helping Pak Harianja with his butut motorcycle.

Shortly after that Mr. Harianja also left his house to go to the middle school which is about 10 minutes by motorcycle from his house.

Long time too Tigor wait until finally the sound of motorcycle Pak Harianja finally sounded very deafening.

After the noise of the noisy machine stopped, now it appears a boy of about 14 years old came to approach Tigor accompanied by Mr. Harianja.

"Dude.." The boy said as he stroked Tigor's hand and kissed him.

"What about your lesson Rio?" Ask Tigor.

"Good bang. What's your brother looking for me?" Ask Rio.

"Looki Rio. People from the Skull Gang have been tracking the brother up to this princess Lake. So, for your own safety, you're planning to move you to school."

"Hmmm The skull gang again. Then where's your brother gonna send me?" Ask Rio.

"Would you like to go to Jakarta or Surabaya?" Ask Tigor.

"Who am I there bang? we don't have any brothers there." Rio said.

"Why? Are you afraid of continuing your education there? Listen Rio. If those skull gangs find out that you're the son of the late captain Bonar, then your life will be in danger." Tigor explained.

"The cost problem you don't have to worry about. Once you're accepted to the new school, brother will become TKI in Taiwan and will send you money every month for your meal and education." Said Tigor trying to convince Rio his sister.

"Yes, I can bang. Any police officer can be scared. Later if you become a member of the police must also be placed anywhere." Rio said.

"No, that's just steady. To take care of your move, let Mr. Harianja take care. Can't Sir?" Ask Tigor.

"May it be arranged." Answer mr. Harianja.

"Alright Sir. I still have work. Inside this envelope is money to smooth the negotiations between you and the principal later." Tigor said as he handed the envelope into the old man's hand

After everything was sorted out and a word of agreement was taken between Tigor and Rio, finally Tigor paid off.

"I'll go home, sir." Tigor pamit said.

"Wait until you get your license to move. Later brother himself will take you to Jakarta to continue your education." Tigor said as he stroked his sister's hair.

Rio just nodded without answering the words from Tigor. The baby, uselessly denied because everything done by his brother must have a strong reason and certainly that is the best for him.