
"Buk Pak Amiraa pamit sik nggih" said Amiraa to say goodbye to his parents.
"Amiraa's Dad said yes"
That afternoon the sky was so bright orange light at the west end beautifully.
"Let's ati nang kono yo" replied Amiraa's mother
"Yes, have a heart right there"
Amiraapun then moved his feet to the yard of a house that already had a man waiting for him on a motorcycle of a man who often called Amiraa mas Rizal who is the husband of Laras brother far Amiraa.
"Come on Rizal" said Amiraa.
"Koe wes parting to mir nang Ibuk Bapakmu" Rizal said
"You've said goodbye yet Mir to your Mom and Dad"
"uwis mas" replied Amiraa while riding on a motorcycle.
"It's already been"
The journey began once Amiraa turned to look back at his Mother and Father who stood in the yard of the house while staring at his departure.
Sadness and guilt enveloped Amiraa's heart and mind along the way there was a sense that he was unable to explain when he was forced to leave his parents.More the condition of his father who lately often looks less healthful.
The journey took almost half a day until their brother's house stopped at a house that was not so big and Rizal told Amiraa to come down.
"Let's enter Miraa" said Rizal while removing the helmet he was wearing as well as Amiraa
"Yes" answered Amiraa.
Just as the two of them opened the door Amiraa was startled by the embrace of four-year-old Aska.
"Mbak.gendong." cried Aska as she poured out to Amiraa.
Then Amiraapun put his big bag and switch holding Aska a handsome and adorable little boy.
"Azka down the deck Miraa mbak tired tuh" said Laras from the kitchen.
He shook hands with his cousin.
"Mira" Call the barrel.
"Well, what's wrong?" ask Amiraa
"Where do you want to sleep in the room up or down?" Ask Laras.
"Emm whatever" replied Amiraa a little hesitant.
"But yes this is because there is Aska so I did not have time to clean up the house if you want to sleep under it the guest room and next door is still a mess because it was deliberately empty especially for Awka toys if above there is a bed but still dirty because the other room is mbak placein and the other for private prayer do not papa right Mir?" The words explained.
"Amiraa sleep in the lower room first mbak if so" said Amiraa.
"You're sure Miraa" asked Laras.
"It's okay" replied Amiraa with confidence.
"Yasudah goods you put in the closet there yes sorry the room was not completely empty still there is my clothes that do not fit if put on the top floor" said Laras.
"Yes mbak no papa kok" replied Amiraa then Amiraapun enter the room that has been provided by Laras even though his body feels tired because of the trip inevitably Amiraa had to arrange the restroom that he will occupy.
With painstaking and heartful Amiraa arranged all the scattered goods including all the property of Laras.
Until midnight Amiraa just finished and hurriedly he rushed to take a bath and unfortunately Amiraa forgot not to bring a towel.
"However" muttered Amiraa who shortly afterwards heard the steps of someone walking towards the kitchen.
"Mbak laras" Call Amiraa ventured.
"Yes, what is Mir" replied Laras.
"Sorry there's no towels?" Ask Amiraa.
"How come Mir you forgot not to bring ya" asked Laras while walking to get Amiraa towel.
"Yes.iya mbak" replied Amiraa.
"Nih open the door" said Laras.
Amiraapun immediately opened the bathroom door a little and reached out his hand to reach the towel given by Laras
"Thank you" said Amiraa.
"Just use it for you" replied Laras.
Before long Amira also came out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel that had been given Laras.
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The morning began to show warm sunlight through a thin curtain that hit right on the white face of Amiraa.
"Miraa you dandan neat yes this morning we will go to your workplace for an interview" said Laras behind the door of the room.
"Interview this morning?" Ask Amiraa inwardly.
"Amiraa" Call Laras because Amiraa does not speak.
"Oh emmm.iya mbak" replied Amiraa as soon as she made her bed and walked to the bathroom
SERIATE.