Pride of Love

Go home to Jakarta

The afternoon changed and the weather was quite sunny in Jogja at that time.

Andra came out of a classroom and rushed out of the school where she was teaching.

"Mas Jovan..!!" Someone called him from the school yard. A sweet girl was already standing behind Andra.

Arini is an art teacher at the school, besides being beautiful she is very good at dancing Javanese and Nyinden dances. His head was covered in a cream-colored hijab with matching color gamis. The sweet smile on her lips added to the aura of her beauty.

"Arin... Is your class over?" Andra was shocked when Arin approached her.

"I'm going home, Mas Jovan, this morning my bike broke down so I brought it here..."

"All right let's go...!" Andra turns on her matic scooter and Arini sits behind her. Arini's house is in line with Andra's boarding house and if they finish their class at the same time, Arin will always look for opportunities to be able to ride on Andra's bike.

Arriving at the boarding house, Andra put her book and laptop bag on the table, reached by the cellphone in his jacket pocket which he felt like he was vibrating as if someone was constantly calling him but not lifted because he was riding a motorcycle. Andra rounded her eyes when she saw that there were 10 missed calls on her phone.

"Call home, what's wrong? Who's calling? Is there anything important?" andra's mind began to calm down, he pressed the phone number of his house.

"Hadiwiguna residence hall here, can anyone help?" The heavy voice of a woman sounded from across there.

"Bi Nur... This is Andra, who called me from Bi's house?"

"What is Bi's sick father?. since when...why did he get to the hospital?" The question just popped out of his worried mouth.

"Den.. Den Andra should go home to Jakarta Den. The last few days Mr. did look unhealthy, Mr. miss Den Andra" Bibi hung up the phone.

For a moment Andra was silent in her turmoil. He had longed to go home but not for hearing the reason his father was sick like this.

Andra stared at her phone screen, slowly opened an online ticket sales app and started looking for the fastest flight to Jakarta, wanting her to come home that night.

"The fastest flight to Jakarta is only tomorrow morning" Andra murmured as she continued to search for tickets on other ticket search sites.

"Well, tomorrow morning I'm going home", her mind reassured as she confirmed her ticket booking online.

It was a very long night for Andra, for a second he was unable to close his eyes to sleep, his mind was fixed on his father, he was very eager to go home to Jakarta.

Although it was already 5am the atmosphere was still very dark when an online taxi picked up Andra at her boarding place to drive her to the airport. Andra took the first flight to Jakarta. Backpacks carried him, but Andra did not forget to bring his guitar with him.

Andra arrived at the airport on time and immediately checked in, shortly waiting, the boarding call of the plane that will take him to Jakarta was heard. Andra got into the plane and looked for a seat according to her boarding pass.

Then the passengers on the plane ignored, he just thought until as soon as possible in Jakarta.