Destiny Love Rianti

32. Welcome to London!

Good morning, happy morning. Maybe this is the right depiction for my current home atmosphere. Everyone looks excited and happy today. Polishing themselves with the perfect look possible. Because today, the plan of a vacation abroad is no longer a mere fantasy.

In matching color we entered two of my luxury cars and Brenda's mbak. I, Mas Hafizh, the twins Zee and Qilla, Fatih, Syamil and Syafiq, sat together in our car.

While in Brenda's car, there are both baby sitter twins and also mbok Darmi. We deliberately bring them all, however they have a lot of meritorious in our family so that the name of the family is more appropriate to be attached to them than domestic assistants.

"Syamil to board a plane yah ummi?" Celoteh Syamil as our car sped towards Soekarno-Hatta international airport.

"Dear, baby" I said, stroking her soft hair.

"Yey, Syamil took off." Syamil cheerful. His hands were raised like flags.

"When I'm up late, I'm gonna touch the sky." Syamil's words made me chuckle a little withholding laughter.

"Can Abi? Syamil wanted to touch the sky," he whined at Hafizh mas who was currently holding Zee who began to lapse asleep in his lap.

"Std... Syamil said don't be loud. Zee's sister wants bobo" said Mas Hafizh by putting his index finger on his lips. He gestured to Syamil not to raise his voice.

"Sorry Abi. But Syamil wants to touch the sky later if it's on the plane," whispered Syamil almost inaudible.

"How's it? Syamil sat on the plane. While the sky's outside." Mas Hafizh was offsetting questions from the child. He did not immediately explain that in fact Syamil could not touch the sky even though he was in the plane.

"Syamil then just open the window, continue to pull out Syamil's hand to touch the sky Abi," replied Syamil plain.

Mas Hafizh stared comically at Syamil, after which turned to me with a small chuckle.

"Darling, if it's on the plane. Syamil can not open the window, later scolded by his aunt steward," I always give an explanation to the little boy who is always curious.

"Who's flight attendant aunt is Ummi?" Tanya Syamil cute. Makes me anxious to pinch the chubby cheek of my second child.

"The flight attendant's aunt, the aunt who will wait for us on the plane later." While playing a small pinch on his cheek.

"Oh, so later on the plane there is not only us, ummi?'

"Yes dear."

Syamil nodded slowly. Either he understands or just pretends to understand. But let it be, at least he kept quiet again. Fortunately Syafiq did not follow the talk, because he looked sleepy after last night sleeping late because of his excitement about to leave for vacation today.

Do not know how it would have been if Syafiq followed the chatter. Surely the excitement will accompany our trip. The furore between Syamil and Syafiq is a special argument between children. Surely succumbing is not in their notebook. As long as they are not defended, they will continue to be. That is the nature of my two children.

Meanwhile, Fatih, more busy playing his gadget without caring about the carelessness of his sister. His finger shrewdly pressed the screen of his cellphone monitor that his father bought, he said a few days ago.

I threw a protest at Hafizh. Because I do not want if Fatih's learning is disturbed by the presence of expensive mobile phones given mas Hafizh.

However, Hafizh said that before buying the Android phone, he and Fatih had tied the promise on white paper stained with black ink used by Fatih's signature. That he will play his gadget only on holidays and limited time, and not ignore his lessons.

Sure enough, Fatih fulfilled his promise. He would only play his third eye phone when he finished studying. Or on a journey like this. I even had time to check his phone, to just check what he did on his phone. There are only a few online games, murotal rote apps, Quran, Islamic nasyid MP3s, and also some paid e-book apps.

"Abang, don't you mind what, play cell phone in the car?" I ask such a thing, because I often feel it if playing mobile phone when the car is driving.

"A little ummi," he replied without looking at me, but still focused on launching his fingers to press the screen quickly. Looks like he's playing an online game if I see from his looks.

I'm not talking about her anymore. I spread my eyes out the window, a little bit of looking at the beauty of the streets of the capital Jakarta which is slightly polluted air from various motor vehicle pollution. In my lap, Baby Qilla is playing in her dream world.

The morning breeze began to make me yawn a little because the drowsiness began to whack. The journey to the airport takes an hour. Enough to make the drowsiness come. Especially last night, I slept a little, because my twins were suddenly fussy and wanted to be in a bobble nina in an embrace.

Kulrik mas Hafizh, his head also began to stumble on the window next to him, because he began to lose consciousness. Because he also took part in my role last night. Without protest he got up and helped me take care of Baby Zee and Baby Qilla. Although occasionally his head swayed to the left and to the right because of accidentally falling asleep.

I could no longer hold my heavy eyes. I finally relented and let it close perfectly.

***

The more obvious the greeting. Until I realized that the voice came from my son Fatih who had awakened me long enough. In addition, Hafizh also just woke up. He blinked his eyes, then looked at Zee who was still soundly asleep.

Fatih quickly got out of the car, followed by her two younger siblings. While I was still fixing the position of hugging Qilla well, so as not to wake her up. However, only then did I move my body a little, that cute beautiful baby had already opened her eyes perfectly.

"Eh ummi's son is up well," I said as I kissed Qilla's tiny cheeks.

He squirms spoiled. Stretching her body, then trying to balance her body in my arms.

We finally got down. Circulating the view around the airport that a lot of traffic vehicles and also people who want to travel outside the area and abroad.

Mas Hafizh gave Zee to Ani's mother. He was going to take care of all our things that were still in the car. Then he went up to the trolley that had been prepared by airport officials.

We went inside to check in. Luckily we arrived earlier than the flight time. So it does not have to queue long at the check-in counter.

After receiving the boarding pass. Mas Hafizh and Mbak Brenda led us to the place where the plane was waiting. No more luggage. Because all the suitcases have been put in the trunk. There was a small bag hanging over my shoulder.

"Waiting for the plane. How about we eat first," proposed Mbak Brenda who quickly agreed by mas Hafizh.

Without having to answer we follow the steps of Mbak Brenda. Towards one of the restaurants in the airport which is quite famous for its expensive price. Order some menus and eat them together.

***

"Dear passengers, welcome to London, we have landed at LONDON HEATHROW International Airport, we invite you to stay seated until the aircraft is completely stopped in its place and the seat belt sign lights are turned off. Our flight ends today on behalf of Singapore Airlines captain Anton, and all flight crew who are on duty say goodbye and hope to meet again on Singapore Airlines flights another time. Before leaving the aircraft, we remember you to double check your cabin baggage so that no items are left behind. Passengers on connecting flights please report to the transfer service section in the flight lounge. thank you." I heard information from the captain when our plane was Landed.

It did not feel the plane we were riding had landed perfectly at London Heathrow Airport. After traveling for about sixteen hours. Tiredness disappeared instantly, when the view of the airport with a very large size and luxury spoiled our eyes for the first time. The admiration of our family was inevitable. Even today Syamil and Syafiq want to immediately run out to better enjoy its beauty up close.

"Ummi, I'm going down" said Shamil fussy. Fortunately, we and our family chose bussines class flights, so there is no need to feel sorry for the behavior of Syamil. This class is filled with the whole family.

"Sabar Shamil. Didn't you hear what the captain said?" I said to explain to him.

"Listen ummi. But where does Syamil understand, his people speak Om captain so." I laughed at his voice. I forgot that English is still a taboo language for a kid his age. Although I taught him a few names of objects and fruits in English.

"Say Om captain. Syamil can only come out if the lamp is dead," I said, pointing at the seatbelt lamp above my head that was still on.

"Oh yes," he looked up at the window again.

Not long after, the light I pointed at had finally gone out as well. Shamil enthusiastically stood up and was about to get out. I followed the flow of the departure of Syamil, because the child was too agile if left to walk alone.

Passed by the beautiful and graceful flight attendants who helped us through the exit. Their sweet smiles were revealed as they passed us and the other passengers.

What a beautiful country. But still more beautiful my beloved country, Indonesia. There is no match, because that is where I was born, and that is where I grew up.

I close my eyes and breathe air-free in this country. It feels cool and soothing. I am truly grateful to God, because the screenplay is too beautiful for me to be grateful for. Because his destiny led me to meet good men and Soleh like Mas Hafizh.

From here I learned that no patience ends bitter, everything always ends sweet and full of laughter.

"Dear." It felt like a firm hand was coiling on my shoulder. Along the soothing whisper of the man I love so much.

Without opening my eyes, I gently threw my head on his shoulder. Replied a sweet kiss on the top of my head.

"Welcome to London. The place we focus on is making a little sister for the kids" he whispered again. Which made me smile embarrassed.

"Want," my boy and pinch his little waist.

Mas Hafizh screeched and then laughed sweetly while embracing me back.

Thank you for this happiness. I murmured in my heart.

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