I'm Putting My Destiny on You

Returnees

After asking permission from Mama Andreas now back to the apartment. The man is now arranging the clothes he wants to carry in a suitcase. He decided to immediately visit Farhan's father's family, he did not want that in the end he would regret for life.

He did not want to hold the feeling until it made the feeling petrified in his heart. It was hard when the taste that was tucked in his heart he expressed.

Before leaving the residence of his parents he had asked Mama's blessing to fight for his love.

" Ma, Andreas asked Mama's blessing to ask Alfiani whatever the situation is now. Does Mama approve ?" he said on his knees holding Mama's hand with hopeful eyes.

Nodding the head of Mama makes a hope expand in her heart.

'' Pursue and fight your love, Son. Mama always blesses you for being happy. Alfi the good girl, be a good man worthy to be her priest "the advice of Mama that lingers in her mind.

Andreas retrieves a small box stored in the desk drawer . Look at him with a smile. A simple ring that he had bought since a year ago. The ring he kept to strengthen Alfiani's heart. The ring that was kept close like his love that he buried in silence.

" It's time for you to wear the owner you should have". Andreas said as he looked at the ring and put it back in the box. He slipped the ring in the clutch bag he always carried.

" Bismilbornrahmanirrahim "spirits solidify the heart. Then the man dragged the suitcase with his clothes out of the room. In the living room, Mr. Sofyan waited for his employer to accompany a cup of coffee.

" I'm ready sir, can the road now ?" asked Andreas who saw the driver still enjoying his hot cup of coffee.

" O Mr. Andre, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were done packing. Let's go, we immediately go ". said Mr. Sofyan who immediately stood up and took over the suitcase in the hands of the employer.

Andreas looked at the clock on his wrist. In less than two hours the flight schedule booked via online will depart. He just hopes that the traffic jam does not hinder his journey to the airport.

Andreas follows Mr. Sofyan out of his apartment unit. By wearing the old ash long sleeve v neck shirt outfit on the black leather jacket wrap. With matching colored jeans with a jacket worn. Making the good looks of an Andreas emanated perfectly, not to mention the sunglasses that perched sweetly on his nose. Indeed the young CEO had a million soul-crushing charms.

Andreas's long, white sneaker-faced foot steps out of the apartment lobby. Waiting for a moment until his car came out of the basement of the apartment, driven by Mr. Sofyan.

" Direct airport sir" Andreas said before the driver asked his destination to the employer.

" Any Mr. "said Mr. Sofyan spirit. The man aged approximately 50 years old was speeding through the streets that began to be crowded due to the hours of home office.

At the airport, there is a wait of less than an hour. Andreas took the time to pray Maghrib when I looked up to call the servant of God to prostrate for a moment to the creator.

The plane finally took off. Leaving the capital for a small town with a great hope tucked into Andrew's heart.

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The night was not too late when Andreas set foot in a small town he was referring to . By taxi from Andreas airport directly to Farhan's father's residence. The trip took about two hours until he was in a village that was missed.

A place that teaches itself about simplicity, togetherness, and sincerity. Something he didn't get from small. He who was born from a family is certainly a simplicity of his version of himself is a luxury for people who are not as lucky as him. Togetherness is just a discourse without any real action. He had complete parents but he never felt the warmth of togetherness. Her parents were busy with careers until she grew up with a nun-only companion. And sincerity never seems to exist in the circle of friendship all there is a law behind it.

'' Mas,mas !" the sound of someone waking up Andreas who was still asleep. While the driver confused the direction in the T-junction in front of him.

'' Yes sir?, it has arrived ?" asked Andreas who opened his eyes to wake up from his sleep.

'' Not yet I'm confused which turn is this ?" ask the driver who pulled the car over.

" I'm sorry, sir, I overslept, sir. This takes the right of Mr. "Andreas said after observing where the taxi driver had stopped.

" Oh yes, sleeping again is okay. Understandably kok Mas tired on the trip ", replied the driver while reapplying his car.

" Yes sir, there is no preparation, suddenly left. So it feels tired. " said Andreas who only in is ok the driver. The rest of the trip is no longer in use Andreas to sleep but open his phone. Checking incoming emails.

He had already told his secretary he would remote the job via email for a few days. A direct meeting with a client is entrusted to one of his trustees.

" The front man with the mango tree stopped, sir" Andreas said when he saw Farhan's father's house. The driver agreed and stopped right in front of the house which is still exactly the same as a year ago when he visited.

Andreas got out of the car, and took the suitcase he had put in the trunk. Then the man pays according to the rate , after saying thank you. With a thumping chest, Andreas dragged the suitcase into Farhan's father's courtyard.

Sepi home atmosphere that only has one light that lights up on the terrace of the house. Andreas took a deep breath before finally venturing to knock on the door.

" Of the Assalamualaikum !" andreas knocked on the door several times.

" Of the Assalamualaikum !" again when there is no word from inside.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, briefly "sahutan was heard along with a trail of steps that approached towards the door.

Andreas' heart pumps blood faster. The worry haunts him more.

Cclek

The door was wide open, featuring a handsome-looking man yet implying a tired look. Fariz, who that night was wearing only a white short t-shirt and sarong as a subordinate, seemed to be frowning at who was standing before him with a faint smile.

"Mas Andreas ?" fariz said as if he could not believe what he saw. Someone who disappeared for a year. Even for work, they never communicate directly. Now the man was standing on the porch of his house with a large suitcase he was carrying.

Andreas stepped closer to Fariz, giving a hug to the man who was still glued to the spot.

" How are you doing Riz ?" andreas asked as he hugged and patted Fariz on the back.