
"Jon, what about the results of the UAN decision last afternoon?" dirmo asked Jon while enjoying a glass of black coffee.
While putting back the coffee glass and waiting for the answer to the results of UAN from Jon.
"Alhamdulillah, Mother. Jon passed. "he answered with a smile.
"Thank God Jon, Grandpa was happy to hear it, but "his words hang.
He fell silent and looked up at the sky of his house.
"Why Cake?, why is Grandpa daydreaming,?" jon asked who was astonished to see the change in his grandfather's face.
For a moment Dirmo was silent and was seen letting out a slightly pushy smile on his face.
"Grandfather is sad Jon, because the Arab King will take you there. "
"Grandfather don't be sad, if grandfather is sad Jon is also sad "he said to Grandpa.
While getting up from his seat, and massaging his grandfather's legs.
"Grandfather never forbade you Jon, because it's for your own good, too. "
The next day, Jon is seen pulling a motor out of his garage. He turned on the engine to launch oil circulation on the engine of his late father's legacy.
This morning Jon intends to go to the grave of his parents, intend the pilgrimage and at the same time ask for the blessing of his departure to the Arab country, to continue the educational struggle to success.
Arriving in front of his parents' tomb, Jon immediately cleaned the small grass that had just grown and covered the grave of his parents.
After finishing, Jon knelt hugging his father's tomb board located next to the tomb of his mother whose tombstone has been lost inedible age.
"Sir, Mum. Jon came here wanting to say goodbye, Jon prayed to be a successful person. And I'm the same Mother don't worry, even if we split up, Jon will still miss you and send prayers from there. "he said with a position that has not changed.
While shedding tears, because of tightness in the chest that can no longer be held.
"Sir, Mum. Wait a minute, " said Jon while standing up.
Seraya ran towards the shower water that came out of a bamboo with ablution intent.
When finished, Jon rolled out a mat made of woven bamboo for the pedestal he was sitting on.
Jon observes accompanied by reading a letter yasin, as a gift, as well as a longing remedy to both parents.
Elsewhere, Suminah was shocked to see the garage door of her house that had opened wide.
"Tock the door open, is there a burrow in?" said Suminah.
While approaching and intend to check who knows, there is something missing in the garage of his house.
"Duh pye jal?" he said while running out of the garage and looking for Dirmo.
"Sir, sir, sir, come here for a moment!" shouted Suminah from outside her house to call Dirmo.
"What the hell is Mom, yelling early in the morning, "the answer that was surprised to see Suminah.
"Sir, motor Alm. our son is missing sir. "he told Dirmo.
While running towards the garage to make sure what he had heard from Suminah.
"You can, huh.? " Dirmo was still speechless, fighting against his thoughts.
"What do-don't. " murmured Dirmo.
He ran into his house and into Jono's room.
Geck.. Geck.. Geck…
"Jon, Jono. Open son!, here's grandpa!" outside of Jono's room.
No word was heard from inside Jono's room, making Dirmo dare to go into his room.
In the room, Dirmo did not find any grandchildren.
"Where is he?" while scratching his head that does not itch.
Finally Dirmo walked out to the terrace of his house to meet Suminah who still looks anxious.
"How about Sir, Jono is there?" ask Suminah to Dirmo.
"He's not in his room Mom, Mr. Yaqin it looks like Jono is carrying the bike" he replied.
Not long after, there was a sound of old-fashioned motor exhaust from the outside towards the house Dirmo.
From a distance Dirmo can already guess if it is the sound of his late son's motorbike brought by Jono.
"Asalamu aleikum, cake , grandma. "greet Jon to his Grandpa and grandmother.
"Wa'alaikum salam Le. " Answer the two men.
"Where are you from?" ask the unrequited Dirmo again.
Before replying, Jono noticed the anxious facial expressions of his grandparents.
"Sorry Jon, Jon went to the tomb of Father and Mother" he replied, looking down and feeling guilty.
Suminah was seen stroking her chest, while Dirmo was breathing violently.
"Here you go, take a shower!, and have breakfast! Your grandmother prepared it from earlier. "
"Good Cake, Grandma "he said .
Seraya left Dirmo and Suminah outside.
"When will His Majesty pick up Jono sir?" ask Suminah.
"Maybe next week ma'am" he replied.
And went and entered his house.