Finding the Truth April 10, 2010Posted by Ali Fauzi in Conversation.
“Excusme me, can you help me?”
“Of course… what is your problem, miss?”
“I am new here. Do you know Mochammad Toha street?”
“Oh yes, I know. My house is there. Where do you go?”
“I will go to this address. This is my family’s house.”
“Oh my God!! This is my house. Who do you wanna meet?”
“I want to meet Mr. Agus. He is my uncle.”
“Ow really. I am not sure. I never see you before.
Where do you come from?”
“Trust me, please… ! Your father is my uncle.
I am a daughter from your father’s stepbrother.”
“But my father never talk about your father.
So I still not believe with you. Maybe you are a bad girl.”
“No no no.. I am a good girl, I am a veil girl, you know!
It’s impossible that I am a bad girl!”
“How can I believe in you?
I don’t even know you.”
“Ok, if you don’t trust me, I have your father’s phone number.
Here it is.”
“Where from you have my father’s phone number?”
“Of course, I know. He is my uncle! Stupid!
Call your father now!”
“Assalamu’alaikum.. hallo dad!
In a street, I meet someone, who admit our family.
Her name…??? …What’s your name?”
“My name is Ana. I am a Mr. Ahmad’s daughter from Tasikmalaya.”
“Dady, she said her name is Ana, she comes from Tasikmalaya.
Do you know her?”
Ow really… thank you Dad, it is enough for me. See you..”
Ana, I am so sorry. I think you are a bad girl.
It appears you are really my family.”
“It’s ok.. it doesn’t matter, my cousin.”
“All right. Lets go home together now.”