Girl Without Nasab & Ningrat Son

The Jakarta 2

Approximately two days Dad Pandu and Mother Ervita are in Jakarta. One room with her daughter Irene. As well as being a moment closer to his daughter, before a few more days Mother Ervita and Dad Pandu will return to Jogjakarta.

Irene is going to work today. Until the morning, Irene was ready to wear long pants of black material and shirt. Irene's long hair was also pinched.

"Breakfast first, Deck. Yesah this morning went out to buy Yellow Rice. To prop up the stomach first," said Pandu's father.

"Thank you, Dad. It should be Irene who thought of breakfast for Jayah and Nda," he replied.

"It's okay, Deck. Let's have breakfast first," replied Dad Pandu.

While Mother Ervita offered a cup of warm tea for her daughter. "Tea's still a little hot, drink it first."

Although her face was smiling, Irene was sad. Later if both parents have returned to Jogjakarta, Irene will surely miss the family atmosphere like this. There is a Mother who always cooks delicious, jasmine-scented tea steeping in the morning, and there is a Father who is always patient and attentive with her.

However, Irene took the decision to work in Jakarta, of course she was prepared with all the consequences. There will come a day when he feels upset and will miss the atmosphere of home and the affection of his parents.

"Irene will miss the days of kayak gini" he said.

"We will miss our little daughter at home. Imagine in such a big house that Hayah and Nda will only live alone," replied Mother Ervita with a smile.

Not easily adaptable to change. Especially the change in the atmosphere of the house. When there is usually a child at home, then there is only our partner. The house becomes quiet for sure. The shadow of the behavior and habits of the child is also a natural thing. In fact, not infrequently both parents grieve because it is difficult to adapt to change.

"If we miss later we play to Jakarta again well, Dek," said Mother Ervita.

"Yes, Nda. Even though Irene will stay working?"

"Yes, it's okay. You also go to Jakarta to work."

Spending the yellow rice wrapped in a container of Styrofoam and drinking a cup of tea that Mother Ervita brought from Jogja, Irene then said goodbye to Father and Mother.

"Irene went to work first Well and Nda," she said by kissing the back of the hand of Father and Mother.

"Yes, success well, Dek. God has made everything easy. Careful, you need anther?" reply Dad Pandu.

"Irene is not Indi's mother who left and went home to work with Jayah. Irene can, Dad."

Pandu's father and Mother Ervita smiled. It is so. In the past, when Indi worked in a consultant office owned by his father, every day Indi will leave and go home with his father. Only sometimes if his father has a tender outside the city, or other interests, Indi just brought his own car. In the past, Indi was even very identical as his father's son.

Although actually Dad Pandu himself does not distinguish between Irene and Indi. Both of them are his daughters whom he cares about. However, Dad Pandu and Mother Ervita deliver Irene to the front of the hostel. It looked as if the middle-aged couple were waving their hands to Irene.

When saying that Dad Pandu's heart is actually sad. It felt like just yesterday she was driving Irene to school every morning. Irene dropped off her motorcycle or car, while Irene is now an adult. Her daughter is 22 years old now, working.

"Memories as children are embedded in our memory well, Dad. It feels like just yesterday our house is crowded, there are laughter and cries of Indi and Irene. However, later when we return home, there will only be the voices of the two of us. There's no sound and no laughter of our children."

Dad Pandu nodded his head. The change will surely be natural. When Indi married and then lived with Satria alone the house had changed so much. Especially when they return to Jakarta. The home will no longer be the same.

The two then went back into the room. Climbing the stairs. Take a break and think about what they can do while in Jakarta. After all, today Irene will be working until 15:00 pm.

"You want to go for a walk with Jayah, the daughter of Jakarta, or just take a break?" bargain Dad Pandu's.

"By yuk, Dad. If you're tired of resting."

Finally Dad Pandu and Mother Ervita decided to go for a walk together. This time the two chose to ride the Busway which took them to see the city of Jakarta. Look at tall skyscrapers. Even the Trans Jakarta Bus also crosses the Bundara Hotel Indonesia area. Dad Pandu shows some famous places that can be seen from the Busway they rode.

"This is the Indonesian Hotel Roundabout, Nda. The Welcome Statue. Next to it is Plaza Indonesia and Grand Indonesia. Must've seen this place on television, right?"

"Oh, I'm sure you are, Dad. The icon of the city of Jakarta," replied Mother Ervita.

"Yes later we can also use see Monas. From Monas to the State Palace it's close. If you want to go down to Monas can also," said Dad Pandu.

Just take a trans bus Jakarta, some famous places in Jakarta can already see Mother Ervita. Although both of them have to change the Busway corridor. At least this is an experience for the couple.

"On Jogjakarta alone, Nda forgot when the last time to ride Trans Jogja. Now it has been half a day riding Trans Jakarta," replied Mother Ervita.

"When Trans Jogjakarta or Batik Trans if in Solo, Yayah also wants to. The important thing is not to get tired. Later we will have lunch together before returning to the boarding house Irene well," replied Dad Pandu.

"Later at once buy wrapped for Irene well, Dad. It will be three in the afternoon Irene came home, pity if hungry," he replied.

"Ready, Nda. Right yeah. Love Mother all the time. Always remember his son. It's amazing" Pandu's father said.

"It's appropriate, Jayah. Stay a few more days in Jakarta, pray Mother is stronger well, Dad. Be sincere and can adapt again later," said Mother Ervita.

"Always Nda, in every prostration Yayah, there is always the name Nda on the lips of Jayah. Always carry it in Yayah's bow."

Mother Ervita smiled. This is not just a sweet greeting, but Mother Ervita believes that in every prostration of her husband there is his name, the name of the children, and his grandson whom Dad Pandu always calls in prayer.