Pariban So Rokkap

Finding Netta

The country's huge iron bird finally led me into space splitting the free-flying clouds leaving the airport.

Goodbye Ta, hope when we meet all change, no more misunderstandings and no more tears, hope when we meet your heart to be fully mine My wife, Nettaku, I said in my heart.

Correcting the location of the sunglasses I wear, hopefully no one on the plane knows if I vent my sadness behind the sunglasses.

There was a different feeling that I felt, I felt that part of my life was left behind with Netta, just a few minutes away.

But I miss him again.

After a few hours the journey finally arrived at one of the mes workers, oh my goodness, what Netta said was right, must be ready with all possibilities.

The name is also mes project workers, using only makeshift materials, from plywood and from iron and some of zinc because of its temporary nature, once the project is completed the building will be demolished.

However, for whatever sake I cannot live in a place like this, because I came to this place not for misery.

I just want to find an escape from the problems I'm having, because money is not a problem for me right now.

Choosing to stay at one of the hotels in Sorong became my choice.

Ok, fortunately friends who invite cooperation consider the previous position.

He has provided a house for me to live in during my work in the city, we have three people from his company who made a special house, and one household assistant who is provided to take care of the needs.

I'm a graduate of Architecture and happened to get my design opportunity accepted, so it was me and the Toni project working together.

It's the third day I live on this hot island, only twice have I communicated with Netta, and yet, she called me.

In this crucial moment, I still maintain a useless ego in my brain, as a man I do not want to be considered weak, that is my reason.

It's been a week since I arrived in town. But Netta had not contacted me for two days, this heart wondered what was wrong with her?

Why doesn't he call me anymore?

I couldn't even sleep and wasn't focused on work, but strangely I didn't want to call him first.

It's him who makes the hassle, when the heart and brain can not be invited to work together.

“What Bro, from yesterday your face is not excited?"

Toni came up to me who was still standing behind the project.

The father of this one who owns the company, his company is the one who got the big tender, I just part of the design, and help him supervise the running of work in the field.

“There's nothing Boss."

“Phone only, do not hesitate, the woman needs to be understood, she also sometimes wants us to call first, they also need to be appreciated and need to be pampered,”

said Toni gave input.

Toni is of Chinese descent, her mother is Batak and her father is Chinese, and married to Batak as well, so she can understand the character of Batak boru is harsh.

I looked at him, he could tell that I was thinking about Netta again.

“No, usually he calls me first,”

I turned my eyes to the picture I was holding.

“Don't let him wait Bro, just call,”

the man said, patting me on the shoulder.

I was thinking maybe he'd call 'em later, I waited until the afternoon. In the afternoon, I waited for night, nightfall, waiting until morning.

It's not getting any better, but it's going to get us further, and our relationship is going to get more strained.

I felt like something had happened to Netta, after a long wait I tried to call but the phone was off,

' Geez, what kind of husband am I, I don't even have the number of his friend Netta I can call at a time like this.

I have to go home, stupid for this job'

Ask for permission finally to Toni, I also told about my domestic relationship, also about the state of Netta that I could not contact, I asked for permission to go home.

The work will still be able to run without me having to be there, communication tools are now sophisticated from Jakarta even I can monitor my work.

I'm a responsible person, especially about work, I can do it.

But the most important thing right now is Netta, I was forced to ask Eva for help, because she was the only one I could trust until now.

“Tan, you should go home,”

said Sister Eva.

“Why Brother?”

I asked with a feeling that started to feel bad.

“Your house is locked, I'm the same Laemu have been home twice, but Netta was never home."

“Good brother, I'm looking for a plane ticket now."

There were no flights from Sorong to Jakarta that afternoon due to bad weather, there were only small planes that used to carry goods, he said, no matter if I want to board a cargo plane or an important fishing plane can take me home to Jakarta at this time, I want to see Netta, I want to know what happened, I want to know, his phone could not be reached and did not know how he was.

After an uphill struggle being transported between the freight spills, I finally arrived in Jakarta, it was very late at night, I arrived at our house.

Sure enough, the house was very dark, only the night lights were lit in front, the house looked very pitch black, inevitably because it had no keys, no keys, I walked into the house like a thief jumping a fence almost three meters high, it took a lot of hard work to get through it because there was barbed wire that I put on top of the fence.

Good thing the security guard of the complex gave me a ladder to use.

But before there was drama between me and them, I was suspected of being on patrol, there was someone climbing the fence, thinking I was a thief.

“Down you, maling you yes, down no you ha...? ”

Command the man dressed in green with a club in hand.

“Quiet sir, this is me who has a home,” I said approaching.

“Iya ela sir Jonathan, why do you use climbing all walls, dah?”

“My key is to my wife sir, my wife again out of town,”

I had to make up a story

so that these two people will let me go and help.

Quickly the skinny father raised the stairs for me to use, managed to climb as well.

Thank both fathers and give a little money as tip money and thank you money.

Now I just have to think about how I got into my house, I feel there is a sense of fear in this chest, from the moment of the trip, I always think about bad things along the way.

I hope Netta is okay.

Seriate....