I Shoot Your Love 2x

Heathrow (STN)

Dimas's plane took off to Heathrow Airport (LHR). Dimas' parents drove his son directly to Soeta Cengkareng International Airport. Devita's mother wiped her tears when Dimas' plane really took off leaving Indonesia. His heart was very sad because this was the first time he had to part with his beloved son. A pretty long farewell.

"Already dong Ma, crying. Shame is ignored by many people" said Mr. Nugra who helped wipe his wife's tears with his handkerchief.

"Belvin. You don't know how sad Mama is right now" he replied.

"Papa is also sad to have to part with our son. By dong..." His wife was still crying and his voice was now more audible.

"We go home yes" said Mr. Nugra again while stroking his wife's back.

Mr. Nugra helped get his wife to walk to the car to return home.

All the way home, no conversation took place in the car. Mother Devita dissolved in her thoughts and grief. Mr. Nugra tried to strengthen by holding his wife's hand tightly and stroking the back of his hand.

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Approximately 16 hours of travel that must be taken to Heathrow Airport. A pretty exhausting journey. To get rid of saturation on the plane, Dimas played his phone while looking at photos of himself with his classmates and basketball team. A photo of the farewell he took yesterday. Shifted one by one photo files in the mobile phone gallery. Until one photo of his finger stopped, his eyes focused on the face of a sweet girl who had managed to steal his heart and take him wherever he went. Erina's.

His smile expands on his lips. His heart felt peaceful looking at the photo of his girl. Dimas recalled the moment of the photo between himself and Erina. The photo he took 1 week before he broke off his relationship with Erina.

"Beautiful"

Suddenly there was a very clear male voice in the ears. Dimas turned to the source of the voice and threw a smile at the man. A grandfather who is sturdy and still looks dashing at his current age. The grandfather sitting next to Dimas's chair took in the beautiful view of two God-like beings in love from Dimas's cell phone.

"Is this girl your lover?" ask the old man again. Dimas nodded with confidence.

"You love her?" ask again. And again Dimas just smiled while nodding.

"You're a lucky couple. You have to maintain your relationship. This girl looks like a good kid"

"Grandfather's right. She's a very nice girl"

Dimas and the grandfather throw each other a smile and continue the conversation to various discussions. Starting from the experience of the grandfather, stories about his children and grandchildren, to stories about his romance with his wife.

A good trip to spend a long time is too saturating if spent alone. By telling stories and exchanging experiences with older people, it will give new knowledge to younger people who have not had much experience in life of course.

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Dimas's plane will be landing at London's Heathrow International Airport. Pilots and flight attendants have already given this information. All passengers are getting ready to use their seatbelt.

Dimas stretch the muscles of his hands and feet to relieve soreness. After saying goodbye to the friend's grandfather next to his seat, Dimas exited the plane to the baggage claim to pick up his suitcase.

Dimas' eyes were immediately fixed on the figure of a tall, burly man with somewhat long hair who had already shouted his name.

"DIMAAASSS.

"Om Indraaa " shouted back Dimas while waving to him.

Dimas accelerated his steps towards the exit.

Bbough...

A loud and tight hug was anchored between the two of them. A very longing hug between om and nephew.

"Om Pangling is just like you. You're a big boy now, tall anyway. You how are you? Right?" he asked him vigorously and hit his nephew on the shoulder.

"As Om saw? I'm Okay, right?" replied Dimas while spreading his hand. Cuddled again his body by his Om who he had never met for a long time. The sound of his big Om laughter was thundering.

"Where is your journey? Tired?"

"Lumayan Om's. Very tired"

Om Indra nodded his head in understanding what Dimas was feeling right now.

"Your parents are good and healthy, right?"

"Let's go home soon. There's still a lot of things that Om wants to talk about with you"

Dimas nodded following his Om orders. They walked to the parking area which was located quite far from the lobby. Along the way Dimas and his Om did not stop talking. He did not want to spend much time not chatting at length with his nephew.

About 1 hour long Om Indra car has been parked in the yard of his house. Modern European style minimalist house that feels warm and comfortable. Dimas took down his luggage bag, assisted by his Om, and headed inside his house.

"Daddy... You're home yet?" said a girl with a voice that sounded spoiled and immediately embraced her father.

"Hi Baby, come here. This is your cousin from Indonesia, Dimas"

"Dimas, this is Om's son, Clara"

"Hey Clara... Nice to meet you" said Dimas with a sweet smile.

"Hi, iam Clara" he said with a smile.

Clara is the son of Om Indra. His character is about 14 years old. Although still young, but Clara has a bulging posture.

"Daddy, who's Dimas?" Ask Clara

"He's the son of his brother Daddy who lives in Indonesia" explained Indra who made Clara nod her head.

"Darling, is this Dimas?" greet Vienna, Indra's wife who was amazed by the physical changes of Dimas.

"Hello auntie, yes It's me, Dimas" replied Dimas with a whimper.

"Tante Pangling bangeeeett... Last time we met you it was still kind of kindergarten. And now it's this big? Ganteng anyway. "he said again.

"Hehehe... Aunty can. You guys who stayed here too long and forgot to visit us in Indonesia"

"Hmmm... Yes, yes too... It seems like we haven't been to Indonesia for a long time. Later deh Om set the time to go to visit your home" said Indra regretfully.

Dimas nodded with a smile.

"For a while you lived here first huh. Later if your college administration is finished, then you live in an apartment that has been rented by your Papa."

"Okay Om."

"Yuk Om take you upstairs. Have prepared a room for you. Hope you stay here"

Dimas followed his Om up the second-floor staircase to his room.

"Om, thank you so much for being bothered like this."

Indra patted Dimas' shoulder while throwing a smile at him.

"You are Om's nephew, like Om's own son. So how does Om feel bothered? Already, don't hesitate. Consider your own home. Okay"

"Rest... You must be tired."

Om Indra stepped out of Dimas' room and let him rest. Dimas smiled and called

"Oms"

Indra turned to Dimas' call.

"Thank you" Dimas said with a smile.

Indra simply nodded with a definite smile and passed away leaving Dimas.

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