Love and the Owner of Love

Chapter 13-Traveling 2

King-------------

At 08 am he was immediately taken to the airport by Baba and Bunda. Sadness interspersed his heart.

He looked back at his room, which he knew when he left. He smiled bitterly as his heart suddenly returned sad.

If not for his time to Mother He was actually reluctant to move schools. There were many things that kept wanting to make him settle here. He will even ignore the ridicule and insults of the friends but to reject the decision of Mother He did not dare.

“Bang let's go” shouted Mother from below.

With a brief sigh he carried the bag containing his clothes. Descending one by one the steps will be his last day there.

First of all he said goodbye to the ART at home. The crying of the day enveloped his departure steps that would continue his education in Turkey.

It keeps on strengthening the heart. Hope this is the best way. His inner foot stepped to enter the car that would take him to the airport.

His eyes still had a chance to see his home workers who were waving for farewell. He smiled again, but with an unbecoming heart.

“True school gate !!” Mother began to open the conversation.

“Peach yourself well there. Because Mommy can not always keep an eye on Abang”

“Always contact Mommy. Anyway every day Brother must Nelfon Mother no matter what the reason is”

Until not how long it sounds Mother began to cry. He turned his head and found the eyes of Mother who had reddened. The veil you wear starts to get wet from tears. While Baba calms Mother.

“Do not cry again Bun !!” said gently.

Mother nodded. “Mafin Mommy yes who has forced Abang to change schools.” Mother back sobbing “Mother do this the best for Abang”

“Iya Bun” answers sure.

The mood suddenly quiet. When their car passes Karya Utama High School it holds many memories. Again and again He smiled bitterly to remember the various events during his school there.

Passing through the park that he often visited. Passing through the bookstore where he often stopped by with his friends including Keyla.

Uh. Remembering Keyla's name he suddenly felt homesick. Because they never met again last time he visited Keyla's house when the first day of their photo spread.

Truly life no one knows in front of him as well as the King who does not know that all that will happen in his life. Let this be a valuable lesson and a story for his grandchildren.

Until it does not feel the car stops right in the airport parking lot. He got out of the car and helped Baba with her luggage. Not only is there only two bags and one cardboard containing souvenirs for Arda.

Yesterday when he heard that he and Baba were going to Turkey Arda immediately ordered many Indonesian specialties, he said. So Mother brought them a lot of food as directly taken from the restaurant relics of Grandpa and Grandma, Mother's Parents.

“I say yes Bun” He immediately hugged Mommy tightly. “Part yourself well !! pray Brother to succeed there”

His eyes began to glaze over, storing a clear liquid that once blinked would immediately escape instantly. As much as he could, he held back so as not to cry.

But hearing the sobbing Mother makes it not strong if not crying. Let him say crybaby.

“Abang should be able to take care of himself pokonya !! that's just Bunda”'s message

Mother let go of her embrace. Then Mother hugged Baba.

“Be careful on the road Yes By !! if you've reached Nia !!”

Actually from a long time ago he asked what the beloved call of Mother to Baba. Because Mommy always calls Baba with the designation “By”

He chose to play his phone. But just now he turned on it turns out there has been an incoming call from Gibran's father. Soon he swiped the green Icon to answer Dad's Video call.

“Halo Assalamualaikum Bang !!” Dad's voice is across there.

“Iya Walaikumsalam” father replied with a smile looking at the face of an aging Father.

“Have left for Airport ??”

“Yah”

“Part yourself well Yes Bang !! later if there is time Father and Mama will visit Brother to Turkey”

“Iya Yah”

“That's Dad already transferred money to buy Abang's needs there. Don't be wasteful, Nak Kasian Baba and Bunda”

After talking to each other for a long time, the phone connection was cut off. Also notice that the plane he will be boarding to the country of Turkey will soon depart. He and Baba were asked to go inside.

He kissed the back of Mother's hand, with tears breaking. Because tomorrow this soft, slightly wrinkled hand will never be able to smell again.

“Abang leaves Bun Assalamualaikum”

“Walaikumsalam Nak, be careful on the road !!” Mother kissed her forehead for a moment.

Finally he and Baba went inside and checked by the airport officials. Handing over luggage to officers to check if they do not bring dangerous items.

Once declared safe. He and Baba stepped back but occasionally He looked back and waved his hand to Mother who was still visible.

 

KEYLAS....

It was far enough he ran through the streets of the capital that looked crowded. Now he's getting tired. His throat is dry.

But he did not give up, he ran again. Until arriving at a pretty quiet park. He sat there with a bitter cry.

Anyone who hears it will surely feel sorry for her to hear her heartbreaking cry.

“Rajaaaaaaaaa”

Finally he screamed. The two people sitting not far from him immediately looked at him in surprise. But he doesn't care.

“Why did you leave me Ja ?? why are you telling me to face all this myself ?? Hiks--Hiks”

His feet felt stiff to stand. His long hair was already messy due to being blown by the wind. Naturally, if his feet hurt because of how many kilometers he traveled to reach this park.

When his eyes looked up at a passing plane, it meant that the King had really left. He goes far away that he himself does not know. It is also wrong not to ask Adel where the King went.

Her tears are getting bigger. The plane passing by made him sick.

Now He and the King are so far apart. Distance and time do not know when to separate them. Painful, right ??

“You are evil Ja, you are evil I am facing this unfinished problem myself. You are the evil one that I still cry. I sissy you Ja” murmured her slowly .

With a sense that is difficult to explain He again took out a small folded paper. Then it ripped it into small pieces.