Only One Heart

The beginning of destiny

The sun had reached its limit of culmination when the iron bird carrying 105 souls from across the continent landed smoothly at Soekarno Hatta International Airport.

Purnama Aji Pramono is the only passenger who does not feel happy the plane has arrived in Jakarta.

Suddenly stiffened, he dragged forcefully out of the cabin after sighing several times. The tall figure stepped foot carrying two large suitcases handed over by luggage officers to the lobby, then dropped into the waiting chair.

Downstream the people who seem busy waiting for the arrival of loved ones, as well as those who want to do a flight this afternoon, make the atmosphere of the airport more crowded.

The young man sighed tiredly for the next time. The day he never arrives. On his return to Jakarta.

From a distance, he could see the middle-aged woman walking hurriedly followed by the man in black uniform in recent times. Immediately, a warm smile rose from Purna's lips. Taking a deep breath, he stood up to greet the woman by stretching his arms wide, preparing to receive a hug.

“Purna ... Purna, my naughty son!” sigh tambun berkonde woman who has been very Purna longing, among her breath that is still roaring. Instead of hugging the son who had not wanted to be sent home for many years, the middle-aged woman was precisely behind her waist, then carrying one ear Purna with his strength that is still so strong at his age who has stepped on the head of five.With a difference in height that is much different, the, no doubt the woman had to tiptoe to be able to reach Purna's ears that he had not twisted for a long time. His barbaric behavior immediately attracted the attention of those around them. While Purna's hands were originally stretched wide, must be willing to go back down to his side.

“Aduh, Ma .. geez, geez!” Purna grimacing restrained.

The woman he calls ‘mama’ is still as sick as she was when she was a child. Looking at the left right, Purna smiled shyly at the people who saw their action.

In his heart, Purna mendumel himself, if only he knew this sadistic welcome of the mother, then he would still choose not to go home for a long time.

“That kid came home, yeah, should have been hugged. Dearest. Not mistreated gini, Ma!” Unheartened with the ringing of the eldest son, the middle-aged woman, Rasti, finally wanted to release Purna's ears that had been flushed like boiled crabs. Immediately Purna rubbed his poor ears and still felt twitching.

“Finally, you are like that, same Mama.” One clear drop fell from the corner of Rasti's eyes, a small cry that then continued into a tight sob. Purna who did not feel that he had made a mistake, was suddenly made to panic by the tacky action of the mother.

“Turned home, never wanted to! Though, right, Mama kangen. Huhuhuhu ..” The misbehavior was noticed by the people passing around, immediately bringing the mother into the arms. The number one woman he loves the most in this world is sometimes a little more.

“Udah dong, Ma. No drama, ah! Kan, Purna has come home now.”

“Hiks .. yes, after Papa ngancem will cross your name from the heritage list, then you want to go home! Hiks ...,” hiss mama while hiccupping in Purna's chest. No matter what shirt his son wore, it was getting wet with snot mixed with tears. Hearing Rasti's words, Purna again could only grimace. What mama said won was not one hundred percent right, but it cannot be said to be wrong anyway.

He returned home indeed because of the threat Marcus said, will remove it from the inheritance list, also because it can not stand having to constantly hear the sobs of the mother from across the phone line. In fact, Purna's life in America has begun to be established. After his studies were completed two years ago, he was accepted into a prominent private bank there. But for Rasti's sake, let alone work, life will be given if the mother asks.

“Iya .. yes ..., Full apologies, okay.” The young man slightly unraveled their embrace, for the sake of being able to see the haggard face of the mama who occasionally still hiccuped. The top of the shirt is wet, but Purna doesn't care. The person spoken can only nod after being satisfied crying to hoarse voice, then return to squander into the arms of the beloved son who he had longed for so much. With Rasti still in his arms, Purna codes a man in his thirties who was following his mother, to take over the suitcase that was loosened sweetly in the waiting chair. He is Parmin, a Rasti driver who has worked in the Prmono family since Purna High School.

Thirty minutes after the airport drama, Purna was in a black sedan driven by Parmin. Rasti who was sitting in the back passenger seat with him, was endlessly blabbing. Telling everything that happens at home during Purna nothing, which Purna responded with a smile knot, or just a yes and no answer, if asked. Purna is tired. Jetlag after sitting for hours on a plane. The ringing of the phone draws Rasti's attention from her unsettling. Forced she interrupts her unimportant story in order to lift the connection from Markus, her husband. Inwardly, Purna let out a sigh of relief. The young man then ran out the window. Watching the lucky vehicle traffic does not have to fight with the traffic jam of the Capital City. From a distance, Purna's dark brown netra captured three teenage figures, one male and two female, joking on the sidewalk in a white-gray uniform. Just a glance, but enough to make Purna's heart languish again. The scenery around changed with the ranks of the store, but Purna no longer enjoyed it. The memory of the young man actually began to wander, reminiscing about the good times at High School.

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“Jess, Ease, dong, buy. I'm tired of this!” erang Aika while massaging her legs that began to numb because they were taken to walk here and there. While those who are spoken to are still fun to try some high-heeled shoes lined up in storefronts. The purple uniformed salesperson who stood between them was actually quite careless to be ruled by this beautiful customer who did not care about the tired complaints from his best friend.

“Step, dong, Ai. This responsibility. Funny shoes. I am confused about which one to choose.” Jessica replied without looking at the other person.

His gaze was still focused on the red stilettos that were now attached to his tiny legs.

“Ya, already, anyway! Buy it all.” Aika said origin, unable to hide the ketus tone that she had previously held.

“Aika, mah, so! It's the will of nephew elo tau.” Aika groaned in frustration. If so, what can it be? If Jess's will is not obeyed, her best friend may wail like last week. Damnit damnit! Is this how it feels to be dealing with a cravings guy? You will be made to not dwell on his unreasonable desires.

“Iya, yes .... I waitin. Uh, ah, crying. Like a kid!”

“Still, Aika, dear ...” says spoiled Jess, whom Aika responds by rolling her eyes up. Beware of the attitude of friends who now consider as his brother-in-law. Either Aika should be grateful or just cry over this fate. Come to think of it, what the hell, that makes Riko, his brother, to fall in love with a Jessika Runia? Crybaby, yes. Shifty, yes. Spoiled, very. Okay, Jessica is beautiful, really! But, behavior is still a boy. Aika who is only his best friend, sometimes likes to be made angry. Let alone Riko, who has to face Jessica's annoying attitude during the night. Not at all in Aika's mind. Just thinking about it, already made him shudder in horror. If not his nephew who lives in the stomach of Jess, he would not want to be invited around the mall all day like this. Activities that just drain the wallet and time. Mending Aika spent it watching the latest anime series.

“Mbak, I choose the same flat shoes items that are pink, deh!” Jessica handed over two pairs of shoes she called to the saleswoman who was now sighing in relief. But, the look in his eyes actually led to the red stiletto he had just tried.

“You like that one, why buy another?” asked Aika confused, as well as pity to see the look of her best friend.

“No, ah. Kasian Mas Riko if I buy his shoes mostly.” Jess' thin lips advanced forward.

“He forbid I use heels, Ka.” And his voice started to shake. Aika who knew in a moment Jess would cry, immediately patting her shoulders softly, calming down. Since she became pregnant, her best friend was much more annoying than before. Though the age of Jess's womb is still running in week four, but her desire has made the entire house of confusion. Moreover, the baby in the womb Jess is the first prospective grandchild in the Aika family. Be mama-papa join me with cravings Jessica. Afraid of the baby, he said.

“Elo, too! I already know pregnant, still want to buy pointy shoes. What's so good about it, use heels?”

“Let's add a graceful look, lah!” jessica replied as she stepped towards the cashier's desk, leaving a display case that featured the red stilettos she craved. Behind her, Aika walked following.

“Let's add high plasticity, too,” he added. Inwardly, Aika schemed at hearing Jess's last sentence. If Jessica who has a height of 173 centimeters still wants to look taller, what's up with Aika who is petite and still likes to wear flat shoes?

“Abis this, we go to my subscription boutique, yes?” take Jessica, as soon as they get out of the shoe store. Aika whose two hands were already filled with paper bags with various kinds of logos, could only gawk.

“Hah? Why?”

“Gue want to buy maternity clothes.” Jess stopped swinging her legs, turning her head with cute puppy eyes on Aika who was still staring with a dumb look a few steps ahead of her. Hope the sister-in-law still wants to accompany shopping.

“Oh, my god, Jess!” Aika was furious, eager to throw the bags that she was holding on to Jess' head this afternoon letting her hair fall down.

“Elo's stomach is still small, already want to buy clothes pregnant women? Which is really?”

“Yes, right, let's get tired of it all, Ka.”

“Elo, mah, delicious. Just point this out, point that out! Lha, I, must nenteng this!” the bags were raised to head-high, revealing Jessica who may not have realized how much groceries she had bought today.

“Ya already, deh, here. Let me take it.” Jessica said slowly. His hand he stretched forward, asking for a tentengan that was still tightly Aika held. And Aika is still sane not to let Jess carry her groceries. Apart from being pregnant with Jessica, she did not want to get a long lecture from her brother, father and mother who would babble during the night, if she found out that Aika let her sister-in-law carry the burden.

“Ok!” there is no choice but to give up.

“Gue! But, that's abis we're home!” Biting the flesh of the inner cheek to eliminate the annoyance, Aika stepped forward. Precede Jess who was already shouting with excitement.

“Yeee ... Aika is a beloved sister-in-law, deh!” And elo, brother-in-law shit! Unfortunately, Aika could only scream in her heart.