Gold And Diamond
Part 31 "The Uncertain"
As soon as Vey finished buying the two pigoras, she took the time to open her social media notifications. The hope is still the same. Perhaps Kafil replies to all his messages. Or, at least just one of them will be happy.
The kling! Inbox pop-up notifications appear. Vey's eyes were wide.
"Sin'ana?"
Vey hand automatically vibrates. He swallowed his saliva. Not turning on the motor.
The heat is active.
^^^"Hey, Kafil? Where are you? Healthy? Phone I'm wearing washapp, yeah!"^^^
He bit his lips. Unblinking. Waiting for that tick to change. Also holding his breath. His heart pounded as Kafil was seen typing something.
"I'm good. You?"
Vey who stood by immediately replied. No need to think about what words will be said. He typed in any words he had been disquieting for quite some time.
^^^"Obviously I'm not good. Where are you? Why haven't you been missing me for so long, Kaf?"^^^
"Sorry, yeah."
^^^"Sorry, I video call you pick up, yes. Important."^^^
He wasn't waiting for Kafil to say so. Kafil ignored him.
^^^"You're busy? Kaf, if there's a big problem. Yes, I'm bussy. But, I can help you. Maybe I can give solution for you."^^^
"No. I'm not busy."
He won't believe it easily. He called back. Call denied.
^^^"Sorry, why are you? By the way you are talking! I'm dizzy to know. Don't mind it! When I need you, you say nothing." This time he sent a voice message. He doesn't have to cover up his frustration. He bluntly heard his voice that was rather high and full of emphasis. ^^^
Not yet answered, Vey sent another voice message.
^^^"Sorry, I want to hear your voice." He lowered his voice. ^^^
"I have business. Sory, I can't tell you yet. Sory, Hannah. I'm so sorry. Mama's message, you take care of your health. Don't forget to rest."
Vey wants to cry on the spot. His mood was no longer in need. Heat. Chabby. It feels heavy on the chest. His voice began to fade. And slowly bring up the shakes. There's no way she's shedding tears in a public place like this. He rushed to find another place. No matter what Kafil looks like it's still typing messages. He wears a helmet while sucking his stuffing. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask. He would not trigger the attention of those passing by around him.
Turn right. Aushhhhh! The motor travels at a speed of sixty-five kilo meters. He overtook one public transport carrying full passengers. It also overtakes from the right of the empty mini-bus. He forgot he was carrying pigoras. He just focused on holding back his tears so as not to spill on the road. He let the wind continue to dry his corneas even though in fact the eye child was still sullen.
One kilo later, Vey slowed down as he was about to cross. There's a mosque across, left of the street. Arriving at the courtyard of the mosque which contained only two motorcycles, he hurriedly removed the helmet. Letting all his stuff stay above the seat and below the dashboard. He pulled over on the side near the empty glass cabinet.
Vey cleared his throat before re-checking the notification of the message that had appeared. It is not from Kafil. The nafil that was typing was active five minutes ago. He's moaning annoyed. Two inboxes in a row. One of the buyers cancelled the order. He's clucking. Serigfar. He struggled to hold the anger even though the frame was bought.
"Vey, relax. No problem. The pigment can make another catch." He's trying to shut himself down.
^^^"Yes gapapa." Sent to the customer who canceled earlier.^^^
^^^"Cafil, I'm actually just asking you for one thing. Come to the house, Kaf. Or, I'll be introduced to another man." Vey had to be honest. He hoped that Kafil would feel desperate, then comply with his request.^^^
Kafil is inactive.
Vey copied the message, then sent it through washapp. Just tick one.
"Oh my God, gini is so good. I don't think Kafil made me feel this way. Give me some peace, Lord."
"Did Kafil return to his country? But, he should have talked. Why is the problem so secretive that I can't know. In fact, I have been begging you. Kaf, you're suddenly weird," he thought.
"I can't calm down maybe because I'm more of a fugitive. I can't think of relaxing." On the other hand, he could think so. But, on the other hand he was very worried about Kafil's unusual attitude.
"If it's not urgent, Kafil doesn't go home anymore. Three months ago he was just from Pakistan doing his job." Vey couldn't stop guessing. Allegedly for conjecture continues to emerge. But he had no choice what to do. The only trace Kafil left behind was a newly replaced ficibook profile photo. Vey couldn't get a clear answer.
The day changed night. At half-time, Vey stopped his job. Kala has been parting to the room since half-eleven because he had to install a new rote. After finishing a sketch of the graduation photo, he went into the room without tidying up the items scattered on the floor. He doesn't care. The feeling has been disturbing since.
Vey locked the room. Salat isya five minutes, then lay his back on the lip of the bed. Ujung remove mucena. Again there are no reply message notifications from Kafil. Abimana gave him the message.
"Nana's not asleep, Na?"
"He's so suwong what? How stale." Vey suddenly felt that way. Sudden sentimental.
^^^"Not yet, Mas. Is it necessary or what?"^^^
"I want a race for the kids. About if the gift is given a sketch or lettering is not good?"
Vey thought for a moment.
^^^"Cock less fitting. Just a bouquet, Mas. Pitcher. But it's just a side gift, right? The same trophy of the charter remains, right?"^^^
"There was. Okay I pesen buket jajan three. You make a big one all of it. Don't distinguish."
^^^"There are four packages. Package 60k, 40k, 30k, what's 15k?"^^^
"The 30k only. But, you make it big to impress a lot."
^^^"Yes, Mas. For dates?"^^^
"It's still a week away. I'm pesen now because I know your pesenan must be a lot. Are you healthy by the way?"
"No, Mom," she's inward.
^^^"Sehat alhamdulillah."^^^
"Na, do you remember I've been to your house a few times?"
^^^Alis Vey wrinkled. "To home? When đ¤?" tanyanya.^^^
"Not yet? Sorry to disturb the nights. You can rest if you're so bad."
^^^"When to go home?" Vey curious.^^^
"My father's name is Mr. Cipto. Obviously you don't remember. You're a real bitch."
^^^"When, anyway, Mas Abi?"^^^
Abimana sent a voice message. "I'm starting to know you from you at six years old maybe. Nostalgia is okay, right?" Snail. "You seem very close to your father. Sorry I just remembered. Sorry, yes. I don't know because after graduating Junior High, I went to school. I rarely go home."
Vey listened while enduring the drowsiness.
He had not replied, but Abimana sent him a written message.
"Sleep, Na. It's so malemic. Assalamualaikum."
^^^"Waalaikumussalam."^^^
"I don't remember at all, yeah. It turns out we've known him for a long time. So remember Dad. How, yes, if you were alive. Are you going to bless my relationship with Kafil, Dad?"
