Arriving at the front of the house, I entered the courtyard by crossing the two security guards. As usual, they understood my presence if they were still about two meters from the gate. With neutral gas, I entered the car garage while getting out quickly.
Right outside the house, the two security guards were in a group and seemed to be discussing something, then I tried not to enter the house but moved straight towards the guard post. Karjo and Diman played chess, but they seemed to be discussing something.
With fast steps, I moved towards the two of them and arrived in front of the post. However, this presence of self did not seem to elicit a response from them. There is only an action game of chess while smoking cigarettes.
"Ahem!" I gave the code, but the two security guards didn't immediately turn their heads, they remained focused on the game.
Then I tried to repeat. "Ahem...!"
This time a little louder, Diman also turned to me while looking away very embarrassed. He circulated a bright smile, but Karjo was still in his position. Using both hands, Diman also tried to direct his best friend's face towards me.
I put my hands on my hips while looking at the two of them, because tonight they are very full of mysteries. A smug look accompanies me, then a heavy breath follows the nostrils and immediately leaves the mouth.
"Uh, the boss. Please sit down first, let's play chess," said Diman casually.
"I want to ask you guys, does anyone know where mom and dad went?" I asked to make sure.
"Ladies and gentlemen are going abroad, Den. Bring a big suitcase and head to the airport," answered Karjo explaining.
It means what father said earlier was true, because they said goodbye to me to go abroad. Because Diman and Karjo seemed very engrossed in playing chess, I tried to follow them by sitting on the side.
"Den, why are you sitting here," said Diman, refusing.
"Well, what if I sit here?" I asked curiously.
"Den ... this is a very dirty place, Adem's body will be dirty. Don't join here." After saying that, Diman looked back at his co-star.
"Ah, you guys are really exaggerated. Where's the dirt, besides, I haven't taken a shower yet." Ignoring the words of the two, I sat down and stared at the game.
Diman and Karjo understood how to play chess, while I, who graduated from the University of California, did not understand this simple game. Humans have strengths and weaknesses, but when it comes to playing musical instruments like the guitar, I really understand.
Not long after, a woman crossed us from the opposite direction. Dressed in black and white, it's like an expensive cafe worker in the city of Medan. He crossed and walked straight to the front gate, I also wanted to call him.
"Bi Eem!" I shouted.
The interlocutor turned his head, he looked directly at me. The oldest household assistant among the others. While the other nineteen were still high-born virgins, only Bi Eem had four children.
However, we still keep him because he has been working in our house for a very long time. He even took care of me when I was a baby. The woman in the black bandana moved and approached me, she didn't move as she positioned her body slightly bent.
"What's wrong, Den?" he asked.
"Ma'am, can I ask you a favor or not?" I even went back to him.
"What do you want to ask for help, Den?"
"Can you make us coffee tonight, because it's a pity Mr. Diman and Mr. Karjo on duty at night never get warm drinks," I said.
"Oh, you can. When do you want Aden?"
"Just now, Miss. So that they can keep their eyes open while on guard. Also get my guitar in the room." After saying that, Diman and Karjo turned towards my face.
"Den, why bother. We are used to cold nights," said Diman lasciviously.
"Yes, Den. Besides... Mrs. said it would be a waste if you made a drink," Karjo snapped casually.
"You don't need to do that, they aren't home anyway. We are the only ones here now. Starting tonight, I will be tasked with making drinks for them every night. If you are angry, report to me. Dangar, Bi."
"Y-yes, Aden tile ... is kind and diligent in saving money, but it's a shame he doesn't have a match yet," teased Bi Eem.
"Shit! Hurry up, we're going to have some coffee now!" I called to Bi Eem.
Then the woman who was on the right side moved into the house, very fast and almost ran. While there are so many mosquitoes outside, they only drink blood from me. Indeed, the blood that is in me is very sweet, so that the animals of the night really like to suck.
"Den... there are lots of mosquitoes, just go inside the house!" cried Mang Diman.
"No, ah, I want to drink coffee here while playing the guitar. How come you guys don't seem to like that," I said spontaneously.
"It's not that you don't like Aden... later his body will turn red from being bitten by a mosquito, do you want that?" snapped Mang Karjo.
Ignoring them, I just stood on the bench staring at their chess game. Both of these netra staring back and forth and want to try. However, Mang Diman repeatedly taught them, but still, they couldn't get tired.
I really enjoy being outside, especially when mom and dad aren't around. However, if there were them, they would have had to enter the room and languish like a virgin. An old maid who doesn't have a partner, that's what Bi Eem often says when she makes fun of.
With words like that I'm not angry, because he is very good beyond his biological mother. Even when I was born, it was Bi Eem who cleaned the blood. Until when mother was hospitalized because of bleeding. They thought that I was gone, because I had stopped breathing.
The grace that God gives is very abundant, making this life more meaningful. However, there are times when I complain too, it's only human to complain. Even though according to religious teachings it is clearly wrong, because God never tests His servant beyond the limits of ability.
In this village, we are the only non-Muslim family. However, we always get a good response from them. Even in everyday life, we always say greetings like Muslims.
To do that feels normal, so you get used to it and it's not awkward anymore. The household assistants are originally Muslims, even Mang Diman and Mang Karjo. They feel comfortable working in this house, even though they have an employer like their mother.
They say our house is very haunted, has four floors, and at night there are often women in white hanging from the garden swing. But I'm not afraid, maybe I'm afraid to sleep there alone.
To clean a four-story house, we have twenty household assistants. All of them were beautiful, because only Bi Eem was no longer a virgin.
To be continued...