¨You look alike¨

August 14, 2018

 

It was such a frightening situation to everybody staying in Laos at that time (1995) when there was a rumour about a criminal phenomenon on kidnapping children. It was allegedly said that some children reported to be missing in some areas. All schools had been warned by the authority concerned to be very alert on this and not to let their students going home alone. They must be picked-up or accomponied. Anybody picking up student should be a relative or someone familiar to the school management concerned.

 

We just arrived in the country a couple of weeks before. My two-year-old eldest daughter, Rafifa, had been registered as a student at the Shantishouk International Nursery School there. She seemed to be very enjoyed and pleased being there every day, from 07.00 to 12,00 hours. Having many friends and new playing grounds were the reasons, I guessed. We were all very happy being there, in such a peaceful, deserted country. Every morning my wife drove me to the office and my daughter to her school. In the afternoon, she picked our daughter up first from her school and afterwards dropped by at my office to take me home.

 

One afternoon, my wife called me from somewhere. It was normal time for her to call and ask me whether I was ready to go home together with our daughter after school. If it was so, she would then pick me up right away. But her call that afternoon was different. With a very tense voice she told me that she had not been allowed by a representative of the School Management, a lady, to take our own daughter home. The reason was on a school new policy for not letting every student be taken home by any people other than his/her parents or a relative.

 

It was such a funny story, unbelievable one. My Wife is my daughter’s mother, her parent. How couldn’t it be? According to her, the Lady at school was very firm and couldn’t be convinced by her clarification. My wife got panick. It did not cross to her mind that actually she could take our daughter’s birth certificate at home and show it to the Lady.  Or, alternatively, she could ask our Embassy’s local staff to help clarify to the Lady. Se got lost and was panic.  

 

“Well, be calm..be cool please.” I said to her, and continued, “Ok, you just come over here right now and we go to the school together. I will see what we can do..”

 

It was very touched to learn that our daughter was still playing blissfully at the school garden when we arrived there. Having seen us, she directly screamed and cried loudly and moved towards us, “Ayah, Bunda, why it take you so long... to pick me up?” We just smiled and gave her a big kiss and hug.

 

As a matter of formality, I went to the school office to ask and inform the Lady. To my surprise, she was already there standing, in front of the office, watching us from the distance. I approached her to greet dan say someting. However, before any word successfully came from my mouth, she greeted me first and spoke with her  smiling face. “Good afternoon, Sir. How are you? You are late to pick her, aren’t you”

 

We got confused. There was no any single explanation or even any word yet from me to take my daughter home. My curiousity discontinued when the Lady said, “Well, we never met before, I believe. However, there was no doubt for me to let you take her home, because you are her father”

 

“Really? How could it be possible?” I asked her.

 

“You and your daughter look very much alike..” She smiled.

 

“My goodness, Is that the reason you didn’t allow this lady, my beautiful wife, to pick her up?” I asked her while holding my wife’s hand.

 

“Yes, sure..” She replied firmly.

 

“Why? She is her real mother, her biological mother.” I explained

 

“How do I know? “Hmm.. how could I possibly know? Your wife seems like an Indian lady and we never met each other before. When she came and said she would take Rafifa home, I was very curious. How come an Indian Lady was pretending to be Rafifa’s mother and asking me to take her home? Both of them are different, they don’t look alike. That’s what happened Sir.. So, I am sorry Madame, ok?  I don’t know..I don’t know” Said the Lady apologetically.

 

“It’s Ok Mam.. should be no problem.. Actually, it is like a joke, funny story we have..” I replied.

 

And we all laughed. The logic was what people say that “daughter normally takes after her father, and son takes after his mother”. Any other than that?

 

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Esti Andayani wakakakak....asli lucu...yes it is a real joke and very funny story... ;)

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Aik Retno Utari lucu tenan Djat......

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Kenssy D. Ekaningsih Djat, tapi mbareng gede Rifa persis mbak Yenny ya...

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Achmad Djatmiko Bu Kenssy D. Ekaningsih , hee..he..he.. Alhamdulillaah..!!

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Adelina Fauzie mudah mudahan Bu Yeni tidak kecewa dibilang tidak mirip Ifa, ya Pak :) kisah menarik :D

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Sudjana A Hendra Alhamfulillah...terimakasih pa haji atas berbagai tulisannya yg sangat beragam. Tentang pangalaman kerja, rohani, sosial, dll. Semuanya sangat saya sukai. Sangat inspiratif dn berkesan sekali. Sekalian belajar bhs Inggris...he..he.. Saya selalu menunggu tulisan2 yang lainnya. Salam utk klg.

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