I was a little annoyed at Bisera because I practically did not do anything here. Everything was taken up by her. How can I become a little more clever if she did repair software herself without involving me.
Reinstallation lasted for less than an hour. Dona tried to enter the parameters needed and tried running the program. Supervised by Bisera, finally Dona knew the practical ways to use the software. Now, she had no problems with that stuff.
“Alright,” said Singgih. “It’s already working well,” he continued.
Then we said good-bye and prepared to leave. Bisera told them that if there was other problems with the software that cost thousands of US dollars, she would willing to call again on Tripatra. But it turned out they did not immediately let us to leave.
“It was time for lunch,” said Dona hospitally. A smile expanded wide on her sweety face.
“We’ve ordered food at Padang’s Stall,” said Singgih. Padang’s stalls are stalls serving of rice and side dishes are typically spiced. The cuisine using recipes from West Sumatra. Padang is the provincial capital of West Sumatra. It’s delicious, you should try it anyway.
The four of us ended up eating at the pantry. I ate with an uneasy feeling. I did not do anything here. But they fed me anyway. Indeed, it didn’t matter with Tripatra’s people. But still I had a hard feeling for them. Frankly, I was annoyed with Bisera. Apparently, she just wanted to accompany.
Several days have passed since I came to Tripatra’s office with Bisera. My translation had been completed and handed to Mr. Henky. Apparently, he was very thorough. Mr. Henky checked my translation and found some grammatical errors.
“Try to fix this Fermy,” he said seriously.
“Yes, Sir,” I agreed
“You needn’t to be in hurry,” Mr. Henky continued with a smile on his face.
(pict by Emile Seno Aji)