"Papa, why does that child look like a tiger?" I pointed at a boy who was sitting on a swing, and he didn't move a little from there and even looked thoughtful, even though the rainwater had soaked his whole body.
My father, who was beside me holding an umbrella, said, "The boy is sad, Daylon."
"Sad? What for?"
"You know, his parents just got rumored to be an accident."
"What accident, Papa?"
"The plane they were traveling in crashed on their way back to Jakarta, due to recent bad weather."
"Then..." I stopped my words and thought.
"Ah, the worst possibility is that the child will lose his parents."
I continued saying, "We need a time machine now, to prevent that from happening, Papa."
"What are you talking about, Daylon? In this world, what has happened cannot be changed. We can't go back in time, we can only see it. The past will become the past, we must keep moving forward. The present is the time in which we live and is the time that will determine our future. In the future, we can only wait for it."
"Oh, I see."
"Therefore, in this present, you should be able to prevent something bad from happening in the future. Daylon, always remembers we must be able to prevent rather than cure."
"Yes, Papa."
My father turned around. "Then, let's go home! Mama has prepared lunch at home." My father walked and I followed him. "Then, why do you call him a tiger?"
"Ah, that. He... didn't cry."
***
"Ha-chim." I wiped my nose after sneezing on my way to my house. "Looks like, I'm still sick."
My name is Rifai Bagio, 27 years old, a boy.
After receiving treatment, I decided to leave the hospital. But before that, I was interviewed by several reporters because of my actions. And before I went home, I met another reporter who was laughing at me. The reason the reporter was laughing, he was vilifying me. Because of that, because I caused quite a ruckus at the hospital, beating up the reporter, I decided to leave the hospital and go home, after paying the medical bills.
It's not that I'm arrogant or anything, it's just, in my opinion, if it's not something to laugh about then it's not something to laugh at. In fact, laughter is good for health. But if it's too much, I don't really like it. Likewise, a man laughs at his friend's dream. Isn't that too much? In my opinion, yes.
Losers will remain losers, will not be able to move forward. Be strong, stay strong. And, the weak remains weak. Such is the circulation of life.
Some people are like the banyan tree which has dense leaves, able to make someone comfortable around it. Some people are like coconut trees that towering above, will not be able to make comfort for someone who is nearby.
If you stand under the banyan tree, you will get cool there, even you can rest there too. If you stand under a coconut tree, you won't feel the coolness there, even the fruit will be able to hit your head.
If asked which tree I am, then the answer is that I am not the two trees. I am the third grass, the grass that grows under the two trees.
I'm okay with being hated with myself, as long as that person doesn't hate me. Even if people hate me, I will still fight it. Hatred will always be attached to human nature, as well as other qualities. Human hatred is born through envy and affection.
I also have hatred for that person, because he has something nice but can't defend. Even so, it was only a moment of hatred. Thinking of how he has been kind to me since I was little, I can't hate him, even if his ridiculous nature annoys me.
"Ah!" I stopped walking when beside me was a boarding house, and in front of me was a large truck. "Has anyone moved house?"
While saying that, I looked at the door of the boarding room on the 2nd floor and saw a girl sitting there while crossing her arms. The girl looked thoughtful there, and I seemed to know her. And besides, I also recognized the owner of the boarding room door.
Feeling familiar with her, I called her name, "Dinda?"
And sure enough, when the girl saw me, it turned out that she was Dinda, Daylon's imouto.
"Rifai aniki?"
"What are you doing there? Is that person not in there?"
"I'm waiting for him to come home." Dinda started to stand, walk, follow the stairs, and came before me, on this road.
"Waiting for him to come home? Where is your aniki going?"
"Mall."
"..." I was silent for a while, then turned around and was about to run, but Dinda held my hand. Because of that, I turned around and said, "Hey, Dinda, we have to prevent it."
"Well, I thought so too."
"If you think like that, why are you preventing me? Let go of your hand!"
Dinda slowly let go of her hand and said, "It's actually impossible for an aniki to fall into a fall, but because the owner of the boarding house said that Aniki was going to the mall with the two women, I became doubtful about it. I'm sure, Aniki won't rob the mall."
"Two women?" I'm a little confused because of what he said.
"Yes, aniki is with the two women right now."
I thought for a moment to find out who the women Dinda meant.
If seen from his busy life yesterday, I often see him always with Tiara. So, in all likelihood, she was currently with him. But who is that one woman? What's his friend? No, no, no, impossible, he didn't have any friends but friends from the game only. So, who is that one woman?
"Hey, Dinda, have you called him?"
"I've called him several times, but his cell phone is not active. Most likely, Aniki turned off the cellphone."
"In that case-"
"Excuse me."
Just as I was about to speak, suddenly a man who got out of the truck stood beside me holding a paper. Apparently, this man was about to ask for the address.
"Yes?"
"Do you know Mr. Daylon Kenzo's residence, this is the address." The man shoved a paper at me, but unfortunately, I was speechless and shocked. "Excuse me, sir? Do you know?"
After waking up, I said, "O-Oh, what was that? Mr. Daylon Kenzo's house, huh?"
"Yes sir. The address shows in this place."
"If you may know, what do you want to meet him?"
"I'm a freight courier, sir. And just wanted to put his belongings into his house."
"Courier?" I don't understand what this man means, Dinda is the same.
"Yes, sir." The man points towards the truck. "Everything is in the truck."
"What are those things?"
"I don't really know, sir. But what is clear, all of his belongings come from a mall."
I put my hand on my chin as if I was thinking.
I see, so he bought something at the mall. Where does he have the money?
While I was thinking, Dinda pulled my shirt and whispered, "Hey, Rifai aniki, isn't this suspicious? You know, that guy has no money. So, what happened at the mall? Did he threaten one of the employees there to buy goods?"
Dinda didn't know that his aniki had a female friend who was a company owner, so she wouldn't know this. And again, I can conclude that these items can be bought because of Tiara. Well, the conclusion could be like that.
But the question is, does Tiara already know his identity? If so, that means these items...
"Sir, do you know the address?"
"Oh, I know."
"Where, sir?"
I pointed towards the back while saying, "Over there, under the bridge."
"..." Dinda was silent, and the man was also silent for a while, then said:
"Under the bridge, sir?" The man looked at the paper he was holding and said, "But the address is set here, sir."
"No, the address must be fake. The truth is, he lives under a bridge. Never mind, just obey my words."
"O-Okay, sir. Thank you for the help." The man turned and walked towards his truck. However, before it reached his truck, suddenly a woman appeared from behind the fence of the big house, which was beside me.
Judging from her appearance, this woman was a maid of this mansion.
The woman said and made the man stop, "For Daylon Kenzo, isn't it, mas?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Just put it inside, mas," said the woman, pointing to the big house. "Mas Daylon Kenzo will be home soon with my imouto."
"Okay, miss." Slowly the man approached the woman. When he arrived, the man gave a paper to him and said, "Please sign here, miss."
And I and Dinda can only be silent watching it.
Realizing the presence of Dinda and me, the woman approached me after the man started doing his job.
"You two, are you friends of Mas Daylon?"
Dinda slowly approached him and said, "I-I'm the imouto."
"Oh, you are the imouto. It's beautiful."
"Thank you."
The woman saw me and said, "Then, mas, what is this friend?"
I just can nod.
"Oh, I see. While waiting for Mas Daylon to come home, how about we go inside? Coincidentally, I made some cakes."
"Cake? Is it a chocolate cake?" asked Dinda, her eyes shining.
"Yes. Not even just a chocolate cake, I also make a cake that tastes like death."
"Eh?" I am surprised.
"Let's go inside."
Ignoring me, Dinda walked as the woman invited her inside.
"Hooray, chocolate cake."
"Hey, wait!" I said, turning the woman around.
"What's the matter, mas? Aren't you going to go inside?"
"What's the matter, Rifai aniki? Let's go inside!" said Dinda.
"..." I fell silent.
"Come on in!" The woman walked back.
"OK." Dinda also went inside.
Feeling that Dinda's life was in danger, I couldn't help but enter the big house.
If today is my last day, at least I should be able to keep the imouto as good as possible.
That person always bothers me. Ah, I want to watch television right now.