Drunk Duda (Ceria Skalane Time)
MD74. The Sao Paolo
“Where to go?“
I immediately turned my body around, to see the face of someone who asked me to speak. Apparently, it was Dika. He passed by with his entourage, but he left his entourage.
“Brasilia,” I replied later.
“Wow, travel I didn't get there. We are the news, yes, maybe we can exchange the contents of the plate again,” he said by maintaining his smile and passing away.
A fill-in plate? In the true sense?
I just nodded faintly, as he was already walking forward. I'm still sitting at the airport, because Keith's still taking care of the paperwork for the follow-up plane. It was a day and a half, twice a transit. There are four airports we will visit.
The nice trip with Givan's bang people is, we don't bother taking care of things like this. Like, you know it's okay.
I chose to type his name in his chat message first. Apparently immediately blue check, yes immediately typed my name in my reply.
[Yes, right.] Repasku.
[Ati-ati to the destination huh? Enough rest, hopefully jet lag is not too long.] Message from him fast response.
[Okay, ready.] After that, I saved my phone. Because Keith asked me to move.
It was a really exhausting journey. I was instantly slumbering, when I reached Gibran's residence in Sao Paolo. I don't care if this place is full of dust. Because of its taste, these eyes are heavy. Though here during the day, but so heavy these eyes.
When I woke up, I was accompanied by a mother of the same age as the Asian-faced Canda. I was surprised because he spoke Indonesian.
“I used to come every morning, the time this house inhabited bang Gibran. After the Gibran bang came home, I only clean once a week according to the orders of Mr. Adi,” he said friendly. The language is quite neatly arranged, does not look logical in the tone of his speech.
“If I ask Mom to stay here, can I?“ I need someone nearby to communicate with.
“I have a family, Brother. My Home is in the backyard of this house, there is my husband and son live there.“ He pointed at the hallway in the middle of this building. It seemed, the passageway was connecting to the back door.
“Work, or how?“ I sharpened my vision.
“We are all cooperation sir Adi. Just since the Gibran bang came home, my husband has been a taxi driver. Previous, focus on bang Gibran aja.“
I did not expect, it turns out that the facilities for the youngest are really very extraordinary. The husband of this mother, must also be a guard as well.
“How are you?“ Was his son brought from Indonesia? I was wondering.
“There, school. Ten years old, we were here. We are difficult to go home because we used to run away TKI.“
Is TKI also in Brazil? The story is not much different from me.
“I can't believe it. I need to chat a lot.“ At first his face was so shocked, but a second later he immediately smiled.
“Mari, Brother. I'm dating my son and husband.“
“I'm sorry to wash your face first.“ I was looking for the bathroom.
“Away there, Brother.“ He pointed to the back of the room.
Well, the room is confusing. Too many windows and doors, maybe this is indeed a model house here.
Today I had a lot of conversations with Supriyatin's mother, commonly called Atin's mother. The story is similar to the story of the mother, they married siri and there was a marriage letter of the series. After that, I was touring this house.
In fact, in his private bathroom there are many words about love painted using pilox. Like for example, you are the one I always talk about. I don't know, what prompted him to fill the bathroom wall with such words.
Should it be delivered or not? But, if it is delivered what will the child be angry with me for leaking it?
“Ria…. You need to ask permission, if you want to occupy Gibran's room.“ Keith watched me from the doorway.
“Try to allow.“ I'm interested in occupying this young man's room.
“But I've prepared the front room for you. I'm temporarily not in the living room, because maybe in Gibran's room there is privacy that his family should not know. You should understand that, Ria!“ Keith let out his stern words.
There are only two rooms here. There is a living room, an elongated television room. There is also a kitchen, laundry room, small musholla and bathroom.
“Oke.“ I'm getting out of this room.
Keith could take care of himself and his steps. We really didn't do any activity, as long as Keith stayed here to take care of the paperwork for a temporary stay of six months. Must be extended, because it uses a tourist passport.
Keith was here for almost three days, just to get my paperwork done and my initial language course briefing for me. This course is targeted for only a month. After that, I was asked to take a basic course to take an education here.
Only then can I play my phone, once I have the number for the area here. I'm afraid my SIM card doesn't work anymore, because there's no network here. As my WA is not replaced, I fear the old card is reactivated and used for someone else.
Mamah Dinda called me? Tumben what? Usually, almost never. I've also contacted bang Givan, that I've arrived and the middle of jet lag here.
“Yes hello, assalamualaikum. Yes, Mah?“ I quickly received a phone call from Mamah Dinda, as she almost never contacted me.
“Hallo, Deck.“
Aye?
Uh, briefly. Who's gerangan? Who'sisthis?
I looked at my phone screen, to see the name on my phone screen. Right, this is Mom's phone number. In fact, there's a picture of him because it's a call from a chat app.
“Mah? Mamah Dinda?“ I made sure it was him.
“This is not mama Dinda, Dek.“ The voice of this caller until pressed so low.
How come Mama Dinda's phone is on her?
I mean, how is this?
“Where is it?“ I was agitated to hear it myself.
“There, Deck. This is Brother, Brother to say, Dek. But Brother's number, Adek blocked. Try unblocking it, Dek.“
I was thinking, that this someone is indeed sneaking around to take over Madam Dinda's phone. I pray that this action will be discovered by Mamah Dinda.
She was so cute that she used someone else's cell phone to get in touch with me. Not like this, the effort I want. It tends to be a lie, still it takes shortcuts. Because, bang Givan wouldn't have known his good efforts to contact me.
“By what?“ tanyaku.
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