Love is Not Just a Word
The Journey Home
Haru taste also hit, tears want to fall but I hold it. I hug my Grandma's tiny body.Just give some money to Grandma.
"Ki Ka, nggo sangu (It's a pocket ka)". Says budheku who lives at home with Grandma while handing over Rp 100,000
"Even mboten sah budhe, dingge Adam mawon. Mboten legitimate. Matur nuwun sanget (Udah do not need to budhe, for Adam only. No need, thank you)". Adam is none other than my son Budhe and my grandfather my grandmother's grandson. I am not arrogant because I have refused a gift from sodara himself. It's just that I'm not good. We also say goodbye
" Benjang maleh ngggeh budhe, Pakdhe, Grandma. News - news mawon mangke nek onten acra utawi onten nopo - nopo(Tomorrow yes budhe, Grandma. News - news later if there is an event or if there is anything) ".My father said as he walked towards the motor
"Yowis, podo - yo. Salam nggo Ari ro your son zinc to loro (Yaudah, the same - yes. Greetings to Ari and your second son)".
"Young Lek, Assalamualaikum".
"Wa'alaikumsalam". Answer them simultaneously
We also left the city of Santri and headed for the most awkward city. Especially my beloved mother😍
The journey is still a few kilometers away to head back to the city of Yogyakarta, still looks crowded and the number of riders who are struggling until now is also like someone is inviting us to race. My father was also interested in the bait. Exciting but stressful. They eventually gave up because they ran out of gas.
"Haha... We're being fought against Yo Ka". My father said with his style.
"Hahah Laiya Be, wuuuu.." we cried with our victory.
Hungry that was held was treated, so I felt like the body wanted to fall, like a staggering person . But the father quickly patted my feet to be aware.
"Patience - Patience ngkas yo Ka. Hold sek yo (Patience - be patient again ya Ka. Hold it down first".
I just nodded slowly
We stopped at a Lesehan stall that was no stranger to pecel lele stalls. This stall is near JCM (Jogja City Mall). Pure milk is also available here.
"Sidane pie koe ro Arman Ka (What are you and Arman Ka?)". Ask my dad to arrive.
"Mmm yo apek be, yo seh konconan anyway. Mung arep committed to each other wae be account. Nek ek konone mengejakan dating (Yes well be, yes still cement anyway, just want to commit to each other aja be admitted. If she's dating). Answer me
" Yo nek Bapak si ora ngopo - ngopo Ka, yo mung tetep ati - ati wae. Yo isone mung kei restu. Nek iso ro Arman yo kekancan sek wong wonge yo wong adoh (Yes if Mr. si no what - what Ka, yes keep heart - just be careful. Father also usually just give blessing. If it could be the same Arman yes just because he was the one from far away). My father said again that made me think hard again. I don't want to get hurt anymore either. But Father said again
"Nek Sek Sumpah kae pie Ka? Yo seh snobs ora ro wonge? Opo wes blas? (If the Sewahan (Eno) is what Ka? Still not the same relation with him? Is it no more?)". This time my question surprised me again,
" What's wrong with my father's question? Why did you ask Eno?". I murmured in my heart.
Readding spirit. 😊
