My Wife Drabia's

39.This is the best for us

In the afternoon, Ansel was tidy with clothes on his body. He was ready to go in search of his wife and father-in-law. Though confused, I have to find where first. With a firm determination, he was sure he would be able to find his wife and in-laws.

Ansel sighed while looking at his wedding photo with Drabia. The one he just hung on the wall two days ago.

"Drabia, where are you?. Why not say goodbye?. You're still mad at me?. You're punishing me Drabia?" ansel's Lirih.

Ansel came out of his room down the stairs to the bottom floor. Arriving downstairs, Ansel stepped towards his mother's room to say goodbye.

"Ma!" call Ansel while knocking on the door in front of him.

Shortly after, the door opened from the inside, Nimas's mother came out.

"I'll go first Ma. Doain so I can find them. Mama take good care of herself" Ansel touched Mama Nimas' hand, then hugged her.

"Yes dear, definitely mama doain.may you quickly find them" replied Ms. Nimas with glassy eyes.

"Ansel went first Ma, Assalamu alaikum" said Ansel after removing his embrace from the mother.

In front of the house, Ciko was already waiting for him in the car. Ansel got into the car, sitting in the front passenger seat. And Ciko immediately put it on.

"Are you sure you're looking for them in Pak Ilham's village?" ask Ciko who is busy driving.

Ansel sighed, he was also unsure. But it's not wrong he made sure he got there.

Ciko patted Ansel's new plan." Rest assured, the Lord will help his earnest servant" he said calmly.

"Maybe this is a punishment for me, who never accepted Drabia as my wife, and once wanted her out of my life" Ansel said.

"I'm sure they're not punishing you. They left there must be a reason" replied Ciko.

Arriving at the airport, Ciko parked her car and got out of the car, followed by Ansel out of the next door. They will fly to Pak Ilham's hometown.

After an air journey of less than two hours. They continued their journey by using land vehicles for ten hours.

"How long are you sure Mr Ilham is from this village?" tanya Ciko turned her gaze outside the windshield of the car carrying them, after stopping in front of a simple house.

"Relatedly" Ansel replied opening the door beside him and directly descended.

He got the address of Mr. Ilham's hometown, from Mr. Ilham's biodata stored in the company's archives. Ansel was sure, the address of the birth date listed in the file he saw was no longer wrong.

Ansel turned his gaze towards the house in front of him. A simple house that is not so big, but looks comfortable and cool. Because around the house grew flowers, and some fruit trees. There are oranges, water herbs, guava, star fruit, mango and rambutan. And on the left right and back of the house there is a wide expanse of rice fields.

Ansel was sure the address he was referring to was no longer wrong. Because Ansel had heard the story from Mr. Ilham, if Mr. Ilham had a large rice field in his hometown.

With hopeful steps, Ansel took his foot toward the door of the house. The house looked quiet, there seemed to be no one. Arriving at the door, Ansel knocked on the door in front of him while greeting.

"Assalamu aleikum"

"Ansel seems like this house is empty" said Ciko who followed Ansel to the terrace of the house.

"This house looks clean and well maintained. I'm sure this house has inhabitants. Maybe Mr. Ilham's family. We can ask if they know where Mr. Ilham and Drabia are" Ansel replied.

"Originally alaikum!"

Ansel and Ciko immediately turned to look at a mother who was approaching them.

"Greetings hallaikum!" reply Ansel and Ciko together.

"Ise do hamu?, inda halak ison hamu huida "asked the mother in the regional language.

(who are you?, I see you're not here).

"Ah sorry Mom, we don't understand the language here" Ansel said smiling blandly at the mother.

"Where are you from?" ask the mother using the Indonesian language.

"From Jakarta Mom!" answer Ciko.

"Far away from Jakarta, who are you looking for?" ask the mother again.

Ansel extended his hand towards the mother. The mother immediately received Ansel's hand.

"Meet Mom, I'm Ansel" he said.

"I'm Ciko Bu" Ciko introduced herself.

"Who are you looking for?" ask the mother.

"Is this really the home of Mr. Nawir, Mrnya Pak Ilham who lives in Jakarta?" Ansel asked back.

"Right, but Mr. Ilham has not been home for a long time" replied the mother.

Ansel fell silent, meaning that Mr. Ilham did not return to his hometown. Ansel smiled bitterly, unable to guess where Mr. Ilham and Drabia went.

"So who occupies this house is Ma'am?" ask Ansel again.

"Nothing, son!."

Ansel took a slow breath from the nose." Then we excuse you ma'am, thank you" Ansel said.

"Same Son" replied the mother.

Ansel and Ciko got back into the car that took them.

"Where else are we?" ask Ciko after sitting leaning in the car.

Ansel did not immediately answer, he pulled his hair that was in the ubun ubun. His head hurt, he was also confused to find where Drabia and Mr. Ilham were.

"I don't know, but I don't know why, my feeling is that they're in this village" Ansel replied.

"But where are we now?, where are we resting?. There's no way we're turning back to the airport. It was very far away, and the driver also needed a break" asked Ciko again.

"Go sir, find lodging" told Ansel to drive them.

"Okay sir" The driver immediately drove his vehicle carrying guests away to find an inn not far from the village.

After Ansel and Ciko died, Mom stepped into the back of the house.

"They've gone sir" he told the figure of a middle-aged man sitting on his chair facing the rice field.

"End people to keep an eye on him, and inform him if they come again" ordered Mr. Ilham.

He was hiding in the back of the house. Leaving the front of the house closed like no one else was inside.

"Well Mr. Ilham" obeyed the mother.

Drabia who was in the room, wiped his tears that had peeked at Ansel from the gap of the horden.

'Sorry Ansel, I didn't mean to leave you. But I think this is best for us. I left you for my father's sake in Drabia.

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