Ustad Or Alkash?
Andin meets Elle and Diana

"Actually who is he?!"

Ziban vented his anger while throwing boxes of packages that always come in every day. He never opened. He never wrote a single lyric. But this time, he ran out of patience. Feeling that something like that was troubling him. Secretary Chan understood the condition of his young master.

"Sorry young master, there is no harm if you open the box first. Maybe there's an answer in it." (said Secretary Chan)

Ziban was silent for a moment.

"You're telling me, huh?!" (Ziban still raised his tone)

"It's not like that sir, I mean that." (said Secretary Chan hesitated).

"Hurry open! It's impossible if my hand opens the bully box, right? If it's a bomb, what? Will you be able to see me die in front of you, Secretary Chan?!"

Oh, my God, young master.

Secretary Chan picked up the package box, and immediately opened it in its entirety. He took a picture frame that is still wrapped neatly and also a medium-sized white envelope. He was going to hand it over to Ziban. But Ziban seemed to have no interest in seeing it.

"What photo is that? And what's in the letter? Hurry up you see!" (command of Ziban)

Secretary Chan nodded.

"Sir, here's your photo with Andin."

Ziban immediately snatched the beautifully framed photo from Secretary Chan's hand. And it's true what his secretary said. A picture of him and Andin, while lined up in the school field MAN 102 Bandung. He scrunched his forehead.

"What's the matter young master? Would you not like to see it?"

"Open up and see what's in the envelope."

Secretary Chan unsealed the envelope.

"It's a letter, sir."

"Read."

"Good young master."

Secretary Chan began to read in his heart.

"God! Read it out loud!"

"Punish me sir."

"Hey Brother Ziban. I'm sure the package was sent from me before, you never lyricized. Yeah, but I'm not a typical desperate girl. Therefore, I send it every day, hoping you will read this letter from me. Ah yes, you don't like pleasantries. Alright. I was a close friend of Andin's at school first. I'm always open about anything, and vice versa. Andin has married Mr. Zidan Haq, who is none other than your brother, right? Hemm, there's actually something you don't know, brother. Andin was very disappointed in him. Yeah, to your brother. I, as his close friend, am very concerned about him. But, what can I do? My place is far from him. I'm staying in the same hotel as you, brother. On the 41st floor, number 5. Huh, I can't do anything to help my close friend, Andin. Too bad, your fate is Andin."

Secretary Chan folded back the letter with suspicion. Ziban seems to have great respect.

"He's at this hotel. Floor 41 number 5. I have to see him, Secretary Chan. Soon."

"But sir..."

"But what? He's a close friend of Andin's. And he said that something happened to Andin. Then, moreover?"

Secretary Chan did not approve of his young master's hasty attitude. But yes, no one understands Ziban better than he does. He understands it very well.

"alright, sir. Let me accompany you."

"No. You just stay here. Later tonight, I'll see him."

......................

The sky turned a little dark. It signifies that the afternoon will soon pass and will be replaced by night. Andin got out of the car after being opened by the driver. Not difficult for him, to find an address even in a remote village though. Andin stared at the beautiful watch that was coiled around his left wrist.

"Turn off your phone." (Andin said to the driver)

"But, non, in work we should not turn off the phone."

"here."

Andin asked the driver to give his cell phone to him. Yes, not Andin his name if all his wishes are not fulfilled.

"It's over."

Andin kept a personal mobile phone belonging to his house driver. The driver can only stop.

"Non Andin, what exactly should his phone be turned off for?"

"So no one will wonder at you and try to find me."

The driver nodded small. He actually understood half of it. Yes, at least he knows, that his young lady is in an interest that no one, including her husband, or family, can bother.

"Did you come here secretly and don't want to know that you came to this place, non?"

"Yes, of course. And you're gonna have to keep me company until the business's done."

"All non. Hemm, my advice, you better hurry up if you don't want anyone to know."

"meaning?"

"Aah!"

Andin patted his head slowly. He almost forgot something important. Yes, therefore he always chooses to ride the ojek online only if when traveling first.

"Yes, yeah, yeah. I already knew about it. Now, will you help me? Please."

"What can I do for you, non?"

"Please damage the system in the car, which is connected to the assistant phone papah."

"I don't know, non..."

"Please help me this time."

"Can't, non..."

"I beg you, come on, you're the son of your father. Your father used to be very nice to me when he was a driver like you. And I know you'll be just as good as your father."

The young man in front of him, who was none other than the driver who drove Andin, was seen silent for a moment. Heard what Andin said about his father.

"My father is sick at home, non." (he said slowly)

"Healing and health, will definitely be there for him. He's very kind. And yes, long life is for all good people and all good."

"All non. Actually I have never done it. However, I will try to tamper with the system installed into error and no longer connected in the assistant phone Mr. Arga."

Andin was relieved.

"I knew you'd help me. And for everything that will happen later, I will take full responsibility. And I'll make sure you keep working at my house. Calm down, I'm just having some important business, not putting up a fight against my family."

"Hopefully, all your affairs are quickly finished non."

"Thank you."

Andin left his driver and headed straight for the house he had been staring at. A typical country house.

Is he really living here?

Andin palpated the soft wooden door that already looked very aged.

"Assynoltom..."

"Getishalight."

The door immediately opened. This time, I was surprised by that. Though, he had just said his greetings, suddenly the door was opened. Yes, as his presence was awaited. Andin bent his body.

"Hey pretty boy, is this really Diana Anastasia's house?"

"Momuu..."

Elle shouted to her mother. Diana did not come to see him. Elle ran inside, leaving Andin, who was still staring at the door. When Elle arrived in the room, she saw her mother lying limp.

"Mother, since Elle peeked at the nice car in front of Ma." (pain Elle said)

"Car?"

"Yes, Mom. There were two guys who got out of that car."

"Then?"

"Ante pretty looking for mom in front."

"Ante's pretty, who?"

Elle shook her head in the typical style of children. Diana also forced her body to wake up, although very difficult. He kept trying to force himself by holding his head which felt very heavy. Until finally...

Brugh!

Fall down. Diana fell out of the bed where she lay. Elle was crying. She was afraid because her mother fell helpless.

"Momuu..."

Elle just stood there crying at the loss of what she should do. So yes, he can only doubt. Andin was in that room. He helped Diana get back into bed.

"Sorry, I heard a cry. So I thought.." (said Andin).

"It's okay. Thanks, yeah. Elle said you were looking for me?"

"Huh? The elle? Ah yes, I'm looking for Sister Diana." (Andin replied a little nervously)

"Yes, that's my name."

Andin closed his eyes. Trying to be at peace with all circumstances and situations.

God, the wise thing must be in me, this time. Please please.

SERIATE...