Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)

SS. 01. Back Home

'After a long time I left this city, I'm finally back.' Mumbled Al in the heart.

The longing he was craving was almost cured. Though it may not be as perfect as it used to be.

Today for the first time Al has regained his foot in his hometown.

A small town that has changed a lot since his death.

"With Mas Alfatih ?" Ask an online Taxi driver who he ordered a while ago.

"Oh, yes sir."

"Come, please." He said as he opened the car door so that the passenger immediately entered.

"Thank you." Answer Al briefly.

"We go to the location according to the Mas app ?" Ask back politely.

"Yes sir, as I set on the app."

"Good Mas."

The mood was quiet. Online Taxi drivers are concentrating on the later. Al was still busy with his eyes out the window.

"New bags coming from out of town ?" Ask an online Taxi driver to break the silence.

"Oh . Yes sir, I just came from abroad." Answer Al.

"Work or on a tourist trip ?" Ask back.

"I've lived abroad for a long time, from the time I started high school to continuing my business there."

"Well... great, so this is back to Indonesia in order to vacation huh Mas ?" Ask the Father, getting curious.

"Visiting the parents, sir, I have not seen him for a long time."

"Definitely both parents Mas Al proud to have a son like Mas Alfatih, already handsome, pinter, successful again." The praise made the atmosphere more friendly.

"Aamien's. But unfortunately, I had to go back at a bad time, sir."

There is a sad tone that is seen on the look on Al's face.

"Why indeed ? I'm sorry if you're being disrespectful to ask this."

"Father sir, I have to go back to Indonesia because two days ago, my father died." Al said it explained.

"Innalilahi wainnailaihi roji'un.supervised Mas, may He Husnul Khatimah."

Their conversation sounded more familiar.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Dad Mas died of illness ?" Ask, back to wanting to know.

"He died in an accident sir."

"Astagfirullah.sorry Mas, you don't know."

"It's okay sir."

Not felt, the chatter made Al unaware, if they had reached their destination.

"We've arrived at Mas's location." The driver said Taxi Online showed a red mark on his phone app.

Alfatih was still sitting quietly in the passenger seat. His eyes were fixed on a house he had left for a long time.

A house with a modern ethnic building that he once occupied. The memories of childhood still flashed clearly in his eyes.

Where he always spent time playing with his father first.

"Mas Al, did I stop at the wrong place ?" Ask the driver to wonder.

Al remained silent and did not answer. Either because they did not hear, or deliberately did not answer.

"Mas Al ?" Call again.

"Oh, yes. Sorry, I paid less attention to that." Answer Al terbata.

I don't know what he's feeling right now. His heart was deeply troubled, thousands of questions haunting his mind.

'Am I able to see Mother's current condition ? And what should I do next ?'

Questions surround Al's heart and mind at this time.

"Mas Al, is something wrong ?" Ask the father again, when he saw the passengers began to move open the door of his car.

"Oh, sorry sir." He said while giving several pieces of money hundreds of thousands to the driver of an online taxi.

"Eh Mas Al, this is mostly. One sheet still has to go back, it's a lot of sheets." He said while laughing.

"Father sir, that's the change for all of you."

"It's okay, sir, it's a bonus for you." Al said with a friendly smile.

"Masya Allah..is this really Mas ?"

"Yes sir, thank you for delivering."

"It is my duty Mas, I should thank you, may Allah always provide happiness, health and abundant sustenance for Mas and family."

"Aamiin, thank you sir."

The vehicle he was riding in had already gone away. However, again Al was still standing glued in front of the fence of his yard.

"Alhamdulillah, Mas Al !" Shouted Mr. Slamet from inside.

Mr. Slamet is a guard and confidant of his father to manage the plantation owned by the family Arya Kamandanu.

"Assalamu'alaikum sir."

"Wa'alaikumsalam Mas, Mas Al healthy ? I'm sure happy to see Mas Al coming." He said after the host entered his yard.

Al deliberately did not give news before, if he would return to Indonesia at that time. Al just did not want to trouble everyone who had to be busy welcoming his arrival.

After asking for news and a little chat, Al rushed to his home to immediately meet with his beloved Mother.

'How happy is Ms. Arum, when she meets Mas Al later.' Mumbled Mr. Slamet in heart.

Curiosity, moving his legs to step following the departure of his easy employer.

Slowly but surely, Al walked into the main hall. It still looks lonely. The empty space that was only covered with mats seemed to feel the arrival of a long-lost crown prince.

The more he went inside, the more he felt the scent of a mother's affection he had long missed.

From a distance, it could be seen how sturdy his back was currently behind him.

🎶🎶🎶🎶

Tak lelo, lelo, lelo ledung

Cep meneng ojo pijer nangis

My son sing ayu rupane

Yen nangis ndak ilang ayune

🎶🎶🎶🎶

Sayup-sayup sounds the strains of Javanese chatter that so calm the soul.

"If there is no Fatuk Nindya maybe Bu Arum is still dissolved in sadness Mas." Whisper Mr. Slamet who had surprised me.

°Anindya Sekar Kinasih

Mother's first granddaughter, daughter of Sekar Kinanti, her favorite sister.

Still in her sitting position in the recliner, with the increasingly soft sleep-conducting throngs heard, Mother Arum stroked the soft hair of a boy who was on her lap.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mother." Al lirih.

"Va'alaikumsalam warohmah..."

Mother Arum's words stopped, as if realizing who the owner of the voice behind him at that time.

Slowly Mother Arum began to twist her body reluctantly. Either because of fear if a child in his lap will wake up or because he still does not believe in his own hearing.

"Mother..."

It felt impatient for Al to wait for Arum to stand up and welcome his arrival. Al immediately hugged Arum's body from which he had not clearly seen it.

"Alfatih, my son..." Arum said.

Mr. Slamet who was among them swiftly took over Nindya from the lap of Mother Arum.

Arum immediately stood up and hugged his son tightly. The longing he felt for so many years, as if it had been cured.

The crying sounds both heartbreaking. The tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Excuse Al Mommy, Forgive Al Mommy..." The words were unceasingly coming out of Alfatih's lips.

It was as if he was the one guilty of the departure of those who meant so much in his heart.

"All has become His will, Son, Mother is sincere." Arum answered, convincing himself.

There is no one in this world who is not saddened by the passing of our loved ones, even if only briefly or even forever.

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