Regret Room
Not My Order!

In the morning Bima woke up from her sleep. Though he only slept two hours since following where Seruni came home. With a uniform that made him even more dashing, he got into his car. Bima's goal was not to go directly to his office but he drove the car in the opposite direction. He saw many hawkers beside the mouth of the alley. Bima hesitated whether to disturb Seruni morning while anger still lingered in the beautiful eyes of the woman.

However, Bima remained down from his car, starting to walk down the alley with many residents who greeted him timidly. Some of the young men immediately turned right and ran off the ridge. Bima just laughed a little at them. What was it that scared of a man in a brown uniform like him?

"Om, where are you going, Om?"

A little boy approached, unafraid of Bima who crouched down then in front of him. The boy who was no more than six years old was laughing, showing off his toothless tooth in front of him.

"Sorry, Mr. Police, forgive my son." The mother moved closer and apologized for the carelessness of her son who had tugged at Bima's pants to stop the man.

"Oh, it's okay, Mom. Can I ask you one thing?" ask Bima later.

The middle-aged woman nodded while holding her son who was still laughing funny towards Bima.

"That is, the ultimate contract is really occupied by a woman named Seruni?" ask Bima with a serious look.

"Rubber, Mr. Police. What's up with Seruni, sir? She's a good girl, sir. He never made any trouble."

Bima smiled then nodded. "I know, Mom. I just want to ask, usually at what time is the rental door open?"

"A night's work, so waking up might be bad luck. Usually the door clock opens when the clock has shown the number eleven because he often waits for the cook to pass, in such hours the door will open."

Bima nodded again. "Did he stay here a long time, ma'am?" ask Bima again, somehow his curiosity about Seruni is so great now.

"It's been a while, sir. There could be five years."

"Yes, thank you, Mom. Please don't tell Seruni that I came here."

The middle-aged woman nodded again, she was among the people who were afraid of dealing with the police because of that she would certainly respond to the request from Bima just now.

Bima finally stepped out the mouth of the alley again. Some mothers who were choosing vegetables immediately ran closer to the woman.

"Find Seruni." The woman said half a whisper.

"It's a shame. Is Seruni having a problem with him?"

"Or maybe it was someone's husband?" guess the other one.

"Hush! Seruni wasn't like that. She's a good girl." The woman defended Seruni.

"We don't know, although Seruni's job is karaoke girl, but maybe the number of rakaat prayer more than us! We don't know what happened to him in the past. We don't know anything. The business of sin, let God judge. We sinful humans don't like to gossip about each other."

Everything was silent, the woman said on her conscious basis. Apart Seruni is a woman who likes to work at night but never accidentally he saw Seruni was raising her hands on the prayer mat with her white face. The girl was crying. Seruni is also very good, although he does not talk much with the neighbors but he likes to share the pocket money with their children without the knowledge of his mother.

"But it's so weird, Mbakyu, until the police look for him."

"Let it be Seruni's business and the police officer. We have no right to interfere. Already, cook there, the husband will come home with no food on the table!"

The mothers all broke up. However, in the lunch hour just when Seruni had just finished his sublime, a man knocked on the door. Frown Seruni who had not had time to remove her face when she opened the door.

"Who's looking, Mas?" ask Seruni wonder.

"This is Seruni Ma'am?" ask the man with the helmet and the full jacket.

"Metul, I'm Seruni."

"Ah, Alhamdulillah after having a chance to stray finally met too. This is a lunch delivery for Mbak Seruni. Please accept it, Mother."

"But I didn't order any food, Mas," said Seruni increasingly confused.

"Someone ordered it, Ma'am."

"I don't want to accept it if I don't know who the sender is."

"Wow, how are you, Ma'am. The thing is this guy also told me not to tell Mbak."

"Yes, make it Mas ya."

Seruni almost closed the door but finally reopened the door after the deliveryman promised to tell her who the sender was.

"From Bima, Ma'am."

Seruni pursed lips. He was upset to hear that name.

"Make it!" Seruni immediately closed the door, not caring about the food deliveryman who shouted to her name. Seruni took a deep breath. He stared at the hanging watch.

"I have to return the thing," muttered Seruni softly, despite the unwillingness because for these ten years, that thing has accompanied Seruni everywhere.