I'm Putting My Destiny on You

Returnees

Retracing the foot where it was born. There is a day when longing is like coming out from within. A speck of clear water flowing down the cheeks. Gratitude blows up the feeling in the chest. Like living in the second phase. Given the opportunity by the Almighty to track again this place. A place that disappeared from memory.

Andreas let out a long sigh, Diandra who was beside him clasped tightly onto the lover's hand. He knew there was something in the man's heart. Andreas wiped away the tears then smilingly looked at the woman beside him. Diandra gently rubbed Andreas's arm, giving calmness through touch.

Behind them both Andreas' parents and his sister got out of the car. Staring at the prince who seemed to be calming a rumbling heart with all the sense that exploded in the chest.

Slowly Andreas, opened the door of the magnificent mansion.

" Assalamualaikum" he said in a hoarse voice.

" Wa'alaikumussalam "an answer from inside the house, and there appeared a woman of age, who was now gaped with teary eyes. Look who just said hello.

" God willing, and Andrew "cried to Uli. women more than half a century old. Who's been devoted to that house since Andreas was born. She was the nanny of young master Wiratama.

Andreas took Diandra's hand off his arm. His quick steps approached the woman who was instrumental in taking care of him.

" Bi Uli" said Andreas, who grabbed the woman's hand and kissed her with reverence. The woman was moved in tears.

The little boy he took care of first. The little boy who always whines at him. The boy who grew up. Although the man used to be cold and put distance with himself. But still respecting himself, now bowing to the body as a filial piety of a child who feels indebted.

" Den Andreas "Bi Uli choked while shrugging Andreas to straighten his body.

Aunty could not make a sound, she was too shocked by everything.The woman just gently rubbed the shoulders of the man high straight, to make aunty look up at him.

It was too shocking to have Andreas back in the house. The man who has even been buried is still healthy without one less.

" Aunty is like a dream "that word that can be said from the lips bi Uli with a gaze that can not be separated from the face of the master's child. Andreas carried the wrinkled hand that was starting to touch his face.

'' This Andre bi, Andre is still alive" Andreas said. Haru bi Uli's cries filled the living room. Watching the lady shed tears. Diandra and Adriani looked teary. Papa doesn't have a visa to hide his old face. Everyone has returned to where they should be.

After the event melded miss with the nanny. Andreas now stands alone in his private room. Look around the room. It's all the same, nothing has changed. Slowly the man stepped onto the bed. Smiling remembering all the good memories in that room.

Dropped his body on the bed. Staring at the ceiling of the room with a smile on his lips. Many things he had forgotten were grateful for. And now it's like he's got a second life. He sees from a different side.

How he went through the day in the village with all the limitations. But the heart is always calm and calm. There was always a simple happiness from those smiles that were scattering from their lips.

His life was centered on satisfaction about worldly success. About how successful he was able to achieve. But as he sees the sincere swamp of the village people who live in economic limitations. He realized that gratitude exceeded all the treasures he had.

As her daydream wandered, a shadow of a sweet smile with a shady face flashed across her mind. Andreas took a long breath.

'' Forgetting about you is not an easy matter'' her inner self who remembers a beautiful figure who successfully disturbed the heart. Alfiani Nur Azizah's.