
The sound of microfone announcement that the plane awaited Ahmad had arrived made Ahmad quickly finish his coffee and throw his glass in the trash can not far from where he stood.
There was a certain tremor in his heart when he picked up his parents. This is his life's mission for the future. Ahmad brushed his hair with his hand while remembering Arini in the room earlier.
Really, his male soul was very lured to see Arini on the bed earlier. Ahmad chuckled while shaking his head. "Not yet, boy" he whispered softly to the desire in his soul.
Ahmad's eyes sparkled when he saw the couple he was waiting for walking hand in hand with a friendly. Ahhh, mother and father are always friendly even though they have stepped on the fifties figure more.
"Hi, Son" said the American bloody bule man who was always handsome and dignified. Ahmad smiled and hugged his father.
"Hi, Mommy, Papa...Assalamualaikum" Ahmad greeted the two alternately.
"Have you eaten less during these three months in Indonesia?" her papa's insinuations noticed her dear son. Mother Ahmad glared at her husband.
"oh come on, Beb. I saw him thin and unkempt. He was like a mountain climber who lost his compass" said Papa Ahmad looked at his wife and ruffled Ahmad's hair with affection.
"Say Arini is with you. Where's she?" mother Ahmad spread her gaze looking for Arini. Ahmad scratched his un-itchy head.
"Arini overslept, Bun" said Ahmad as he stepped ahead of his parents.
"Do you make him tired, Son?" goda Papa Ahmad who immediately got a blow from his wife. The bule man laughed cheerfully. "Hey, you ladies don't know how we tough guys manage our souls"
"Don't worry, honey. Our son is not that cruel. Even if he got lost on the right path" Papa Ahmad still chuckled at the look on his wife's face.
"Don't miss the joke, pa. Stay on the right path" welcome Mother Ahmad while opening the car door.
Ahmad smiled at the interaction of Mother and her Papa. That's how they are if they get together. Ahmad was happy and grateful for the harmony of his family.
"How are my brother-in-law and nephew?" asked Ahmad while running his car out of the airport parking area. The mother smiled cheerfully. "They'll come to Jakarta if you're going to have a wedding"
"Will sister-in-law not settle in Jakarta, bun?" ask Ahmad again. Mother shook her head slowly.
"Their future is in America, Son. Your brother also went home and was buried there. Of course it is not easy to leave all that behind" replied Papa Ahmad in a heavy voice.
"Not both, Pa. It was yesterday just talking asking for permission for Arini. I feel so guilty, Dad. But maybe it's God's destiny that I have to live." Ahmad stopped his car when the red light came on.
"Will you think they'll take me back after what I did to them a few months ago?" ahmad asked for support from the tough man who was now sitting upright next to him. Papa Ahmad's jaw hardened and exhaled a rough breath into the air. As if representing what his mind had been all this time.
"Are you scared because of his father's job and position, Son?" papa Ahmad still without looking at his son.
Ahmad breathed a heavy breath.
"One of them, Pap" he replied.
The man next to Ahmad laughed.
"Hey, my descendants can't give up and be pessimistic. Take responsibility correctly. Papa knows who Arini's father is. He is not someone to be feared. Because behind the official clothes and the gun is his heart the same as your Papa" said Papa Ahmad proudly.
"A good man is a man who says sorry and thanks properly. Not afraid as long as it's not the wrong thing. Your mistakes in the past apologize properly, Son. As long as your heart is sure that it is the right thing" the bule man continued with a smile.
"So, to achieve what is our most important goal, we believe that God is the supreme power, Son"
"Fight your goals properly. Sure you can"
Papa Ahmad shuffled the hair of his favorite son.
"Thank you, Pap" said Ahmad proudly.
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