Sincerity (Guineness of Heart)
Meet Denis.

Denis is currently still spreading a search for missing people, he still has not given up on his intention to be able to quickly find his youngest child.

The sun was very hot, it made the middle-aged man was forced to rest first, he sat in a chair available in the mini market, shelter while fanning his face that felt hot.

His gaze was straight to see the back and forth of the vehicle that passed in front of him, there were still many sheets that had not been spread, whether it had been to how many places he had come to spread the sheet.

He has also made a search of people on the internet, even with the help of the police, but until now there has been no clue about his son.

"Where are you, son?" he muttered while rubbing a picture of Ami on a piece of paper he was holding.

When he was seriously staring at the picture of his son, someone kept a drink on the table in front of him.

Denis raised his head and saw a man standing in front of him with a bag of scrapes in his hand.

Denis stared at the drink bottle and the man who was none other than Fariz was confused, he did not understand what Fariz was doing.

Seeing the confusion from the exhausted-looking middle-aged man, Fariz pulled out his phone and typed something, after which he showed Denis his phone.

That's a drink for you, sir.

Denis read the text on his phone, then nodded and smiled at Fariz.

"Thank you" said Denis, who started taking the drink and opening the lid.

Fariz nodded in response, still standing in front of Denis, seeing that Denis told him to sit in the chair there.

"Sit down, son."

Fariz said he sat down and opened the bottle he was carrying as well, having finished quenching their thirst, only silence existed between them.

"Where do you live, son? Is your home far away?" asked Denis to open his voice, after a moment of silence.

Fariz pointed to a towering building, a building that looks very clear from its current place, another building that is not his apartment building.

"Oh you live in that apartment building."

Fariz nodded again in response and occasionally sipped her cold drink.

Fariz then looked at the pile of paper that was on the table, he looked at it carefully knowing, if the woman in the photo in the paper, she was, this is a photo of the woman who is currently living in her place.

"Have you seen him, son?" denis asked when she realized that Fariz was staring at the sheet.

Fariz just kept quiet, he hesitated should he tell the middle-aged man, if Ami was in his place, but he did not yet know the man's relationship with Ami.

"He's my youngest, he's been missing for two more months" Denis said with a faint smile from his tired face.

Why is your child missing? The contents of the writing on Fariz's phone.

"My first son said they were having dinner outside and his sister suddenly disappeared" Denis replied.

Fariz nodded, before long he got up from his seat, he bent his body a little as a gesture, if he said goodbye to Denis.

"Thank you for the drink, this same bring, who knows you will see my son, can you please call me at that number," Denis handed the paper to Fariz.

Fariz received the paper and nodded, not forgetting he also smiled faintly at the middle-aged man.

Fariz leaves Denis feeling uncertain, what he should do now, whether he should tell Ami about his father looking for him.

If he says that, then it means that he must immediately deliver the woman to go home and he must be ready to part with the woman who some time has accompanied his days.

He stared at the door of his apartment with a straight look at the sofa that had been occupied by two women of different generations.

Mom, when is Mama here?  Fariz asked using a gesture, having managed to overcome her shock due to the whereabouts of her mother.

"Mama just arrived, she also deliberately invited Cindy here because she wanted to know where you live" Alisha said with a big smile.

"Hay, Riz." Cindy greeted him with a friendly voice.

Fariz simply answered him with a faint nod and a stiff smile.

"Where did you come from, the tumben came out" said Alisha.

Fariz lifted the swish pouch he was carrying, in response to Alisha's question.

"Tumben buy a lot of snacks. You, don't you usually like negemils too much?" Alisha frowned in surprise.

This is for stock a few days, because lately Fariz rarely can sleep fast if night, so deliberately nyetok snack. Fariz wrote on his phone.

Though the truth was, the snack was her intention for her and Ami to eat together while they were watching, as usual.

"Oh yes, why are you still standing there, sit down," said Alisha because Fariz still did not move from the front door.

Fariz nodded and walked towards the halfway sofa that was there, he then kept the swish pouch on the table.

Shortly after, Ijah came with a tray containing drinks on it as well as a pastry that was still warm, a cake that he had just made with Ami.

"Please, ma'am," said Ijah to keep the drink and the pastry to the table.

"Auntie, make a cake, tumben?" asked Alisha in surprise again.

This was the first time that his son's art made such a cake, because he also knew that Fariz did not like eating sweet foods too much.

Fariz looked at Ijah, gesturing not to tell the truth.

"This is Mom, actually lately, Auntie often makes cakes like this, because she is trying some recipes, at Aunt's house, there are no tools and ingredients so Auntie, there are no recipes, ask the same permission, Den Fariz to make it here," Ijah explained straightforwardly as if what he said was the truth.

"Oh, but this is delicious, Bi." Alisha had already started tasting the cake.

"Yes, thank you, Mom. It's actually a new recipe and Auntie made it the first time" Ijah said.

"But this is delicious" said Alisha, who ate the cake voraciously.

"Thank God then, Mom. Yes, I said yes, Mom, Den and Non."

"Yes, Bi," said Alisha.

As Ijah leaves the three of them, Alisha asks Cindy to eat the cake she eats and Cindy complies.

Cindy's gaze from earlier continued to stare at Fariz and would look towards Alisha, as the woman asked her to speak.

Fariz who realized that of course, felt uncomfortable. He was not used to dealing with other people for much longer, except Ami, for some reason since meeting the woman again.

He did not feel at all uncomfortable or uncomfortable when he was near her, quite the contrary, there was a sense of calm in him and his heart felt warm when he was near the blind woman.

"Why do you keep looking towards the guest room constantly, Riz?"