Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 118

Finally the car arrived in Jakarta at 9 pm, one hour less than expected because there was a little problem in the stomach El. And now El is sleeping soundly in the car, still in Indra's lap.

In Jakarta the weather is clear, even the streets are still very crowded because many young people are hanging out on the outskirts of the road. At the entrance to the elite housing estate there were also several guards sitting in front of the post.

" Good night Mas Ari, just came home?", said one of the guards.

Ari nodded, "yes sir, out of Java, pick up the exhausted master from his in-laws' house. There's a little souvenir from the village". Ari handed over two besek geduk fried sokaraja, one of the souvenirs typical of Banyumas, which was deliberately ordered by Siti on one of the acquaintances who had a souvenir shop typical of Banyumas.

" Wah... so ngrepotin Mr. Indra, but thank you very much this, very fitting for a friend of night watch coffee", exclaimed one of the guards while receiving a besek containing fried meat.

" Yes, sorry I don't bring a lot of souvenirs. We excuse you!", said Indra as he waved his right hand, the car entered the elite housing complex, and headed straight to the Indra residence.

Mang Santo immediately opened the gate when he heard the horn in front of the gate and saw his master's car coming home.

Ari went inside and stopped the car in front of the terrace of the house with two large pillars. Mang Santo immediately approached the car after re-locking the gate.

Indra went down while carrying El, while Ari went down and immediately opened the trunk of the car, asking Mang Santo for help to bring various souvenirs from the village, it turned out that the large luggage was almost full, and the, there is one sack of rice, Dila's small suitcase, several young coconuts, one cardboard tempeh mendoan material, as well as all-purpose flour, and also one dus contains several besek gingk.

" That from the village yes like this is Ar, the contents of rice fields and garden products" muttered Mang Santo while transporting a sack of rice to the kitchen.

" Waduh.. can rice too, Dila's parents must have finished the harvest, so it's brought rice, so remember our time the newlyweds used to be sir. if playing to the parents' house, if you play at the house, must have come home with rice with bananas", bi Darsih who saw her husband transporting rice suddenly became nostalgic.

" Yes yes.nostalgia later, it is in the car there is still cardboard that has not been brought, try to bring here Sih, it does not seem too heavy" Santo said to his wife.

Darsih was about to come out, but it turns out that the two boxes were already brought by Ari to the kitchen.

" Why brought the kitchen all the souvenirs of Ar?", asked Darsih who did not know what was in the cardboard.

" To be told to Dila, to be brought here", Ari replied briefly.

" Yes Bi, because it's a thin tempe for mendoan ingredients, it's the same mendoan flour as well, stay in the fry tomorrow. The other cardboard contains fried getuk, can be eaten immediately, sisain for mothers of two besek only", Dila said.

" Oh yes Dil, done, this tempe papa not put in the cardboard is not put in the refrigerator?", asked Darsih, worried that tomorrow the temple will rot if it is still stored in the cardboard.

" No papa bi, even if it can be in the wind, because the mother pesen raw tempe newly wrapped, still the form of soybeans, so let it be so thin tempeh", lang Dila's.

Darsih nodded, "Yes already then, you just rest Dil, it's night, or you want to eat dinner first before going to bed?, pregnant people are usually big laper", too", said Darsih while arranging a thin tempe pack on the top of the slap.

" No bi, had already eaten a few packs of bread, still feeling full. Mas Indra also seemed to want to immediately rest, tired of sitting in an old car, for almost 7 hours. Auntie if sleepy just sleep", said Dila while looking around and only realized that bi Ana had not been seen since.

" Bi Ana where is Bi, is she sleeping?", asked Dila who was just feeling lost.

Darsih shook his head. " So Ana said she wanted to go out for a while looking for personal needs in the front minimarket. At least it's just alesan, was this morning wong was already there, for what to go there again, gigabisin energy alone. Si Ana was again Deket same one of the parking lot in the front minimarket. The person who is high in the item is Dil, you must understand, right?".

Dila seemed to remember, "The person is tall, but thin is Bi?", asked Dila to confirm.

" Right, right, you're a pinter" praised Darsih.

" Yes, I went to my room first, Bi".

" Why sit behind the window like that dear?", Indra approached in the direction where Dila was.

" I'm no longer sleepy Mas, want to call Dita first, tell him that we have arrived home safely, let them not keep thinking".

Indra mangosteen heard his wife's words.

But when it was about to be called, it turns out that Dita's number is out of reach, it seems Dita accidentally turned off her phone.

But why did Dita turn off her phone?.

Obviously Dita who asked to be notified if she has arrived, but at this time can not be called. Finally Dila just typed the message, telling him that he had arrived.

Elsewhere, in the hometown of Dila, which is precisely in Dita's room, Dita felt lonely tonight, because El who had been her bedmate for two nights had returned home, Dita just roll on the mattress that now feels wider.

Nino called him. Yep.... We found out the new number that called him was Nino's phone number, because he saw her profile picture.

Nino sends out some messages, but Dita hasn't opened them yet. Dita actually accidentally turned off the data connection on her phone, and began playing games on her phone.

" Let me read it, and I answer tomorrow the order, most of all just asking why the person who came to his house was someone else" Dita thought.

Dita also played a variety of games on her phone, but Dita was bored after almost an hour of playing games on her phone, Dita memgecarge her phone and back lying in bed.

" Mending now sleeps, tomorrow must go back to school in the morning, the spirit of Dita, pursue your ideals, which you do not know, hehehehe", Dita chuckles to herself.

" Bodo is very with ideals, want any work is not a problem, the most important thing now I know what the purpose of my life, which is to make both my parents happy and my only brother, Mba Dila", Dita had already decided like that, because that was what had been thinking in her mind since.

Successful people are not just people who become doctors, become officials, become pilots, or become presidents, who have big salaries every month.

But pursuing any job can make success, the important thing is to continue to be occupied, enjoyed, and try hard. Do not give up easily, and continue to be passionate, it is the key to be successful according to Dita.

Dita also tried to close her eyes, make peace with thoughts and circumstances. Whether what Nino wrote in her message, important or not, Dita decided to read it tomorrow.

When you wake up and activate your data plan. So many messages came in, including from her brother who informed her that they had arrived in Jakarta safely.

Dita patted her own eel, because until she forgot not to ask Dila had arrived or not. Dita immediately called Dila and apologized, pretending last night was sleeping early and her HP was dead and was on the carge when Dila called.

After satisfied chatting with Dila and El, Dita again ended her call and say goodbye to Dila want to shower and help her mother cook, because she wanted to go to school. But in reality Dita actually checked the message sent by Nino to her.

There is a sense of worry if it turns out that the message is important. Lucky when Dita read, it turns out that Nino's message was just a pleasant talk asking why the interesting donation for the study was not Dita, but the other committee.

Dita still thinks of the right reason to reply to the message from Nino, because even though he has to lie, but still a reasonable lie and can be accepted by common sense.

~ Sorry yesterday I exhausted help Kak Dila packing to Jakarta, so I slept early, and asked another friend who pulled a donation to Mas Nino~'s house

" It is quite like that, do not be too long, it will look strange if the answer to the message is prolonged", muttered Dita with a satisfied smile because she managed to find a reasonable reason.