Red Rose-Love In Three Countries

Happiest

Yijia followed the Head of the village and his wife, towards the house of the Grandmother.

Down the village streets, quiet and peaceful. During the trip there are only visible Rubber Plantations and clear river flows.

In contrast to densely populated urban areas and tightly built houses, close together.

While in the countryside the houses are built far apart, one house is separated by acres of rubber plantations. Very rarely are they close together.

Yijia's journey to her Grandmother's house is quite far on foot, but instead of feeling tired, Yijia actually enjoyed it. The whole street is decorated with rubber trees that make it shady and fresh. There is a lot of oxygen produced and no air pollution. Of course it is an advantage of living in the countryside.

The chirping of the birds was like a song in Yijia's ear, she greatly enjoyed the rustic atmosphere.

In the village is also very rare there are people who have a motorbike what else is a car. The average person is walking or cycling. Only people who are more affluent and a little modern have a car in this village.

A harmonious and peaceful society, they are also very friendly. It could be seen from the way they greeted the village chief, not just smiling they also greeted and said greetings.

"Assalamu'alaikum" a young man greeted the village chief, the young man wearing a koko shirt and sarong, as well as a white peci on his head.

"Wa'alaikumussalam Ustadz" The village chief smiled kindly

"Ustadz where are you going?"

"To the Mosque, sir"

"Oh he, please" the friendly village chief, who was replied by a nod by the young man.

"Assalamu'alaikum" the young man again said his greetings and kissed the village chief's hand, then went on his way. Without even looking at Yijia, she walked past Yijia with her head lowered.

"Wa'alaikumussalam"

"Son, no offense, that young man is Ustadz in this village. The man is very kind and friendly, he also always keeps his eyes, so as not to look at something that is not his right and causes sin." The village chief's wife explained to Yijia, about the young man she had just seen.

Yijia smiled and nodded, a sign that she understood the meaning of the middle-aged woman.

"Let's continue the path" the village chief asked

"Come"

About 10 minutes later, Yijia walked down the village street. He arrived in front of a large enough house among the houses of other residents. Houses made of mashed wood, around the supporting pole crawled with beautiful flowers. On the right there is a jasmine flower attached to the wall, the roots firmly stuck beside the support pole. On the left is a red rose, although the roots are planted far from home, but because the rose continues to grow and eventually spread to the pole and parts of the roof.

The house looks like a flower tree, which is beautiful. Because the owner of the house does not cut the flowers that spread and instead let it.

Not only jasmine or rose, there are also still paper flowers, mementos, and beautiful wild orchids.

In front of the courtyard of the house was also planted with a large lute tree, maybe the age of the tree was decades. Tap not only that, there are also rambutan trees and various other fruit plants.

Behind the house can also be seen there are many rubber trees, which may be tens of hectares of land.

Yijia's eyes did not stop staring at her surroundings, she looked amazed to see there were so many colors in her eyes and natural beauty. The green color of the leaves, colorful flowers and cool and fresh air, make anyone feel at home for a long time there.

"Son, why stay quiet? come on in" take the Chief's wife

"Yes" Yijia followed him into the house

"Assalamu'alaikum" The village chief, gave his greetings as he entered the living room, the house of Grandma Yijia.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" replied who had a house, seen he smiled kindly when he saw the person giving the greeting was the village head.

"Please sit down"

"Mother is in the kitchen, coming out soon" the woman replied kindly

Sure enough, not long after came an old woman, walking slowly towards the village chief.

"What's wrong? tumben was here"

"I have good news, look who I brought here" The village chief looked happy, he smiled broadly at the old woman.

"Sari, get me my glasses"

"Mom, her glasses are on Mom's neck, hanging from a chain"

"Oh yeah, I forgot" the old woman laughed, then put on her glasses.

After wearing the glasses, he began to look at Yijia, from top to bottom.

"Which is this?" tanyanya wonder

"Let's see even longer, who he looks like" The village chief asked the old woman again, looking at Yijia

"This is Fathonah huh, why is her hair different!?" the old woman exclaimed loudly, she looked shocked. But not long after the water began to drip from his eyes, he immediately embraced Yijia.

"Mother calm down first, this can't be Big Brother, this girl is too young, as my Big Brother" Sari tried to calm the Mother, the woman fell silent and looked back at Yijia.

"His face, though his eyes are of a different color than the Fathonah, but his lips and nose are exactly like the Fathonah. Her hair color is also different, but her eyebrows are still the same."

"Grandma, I'm Yijia"

"Yijijiah? so you're not Fathonah?"

"Fathonah is my mother Grandma, Grandma's daughter."

"You're my granddaughter?" The old woman was shocked, she widened her eyes, as well as Sari.

"Yes" softly Yijia replied, she bowed her head deeply. He was confused about how to tell his grandmother that his mother was dead.

"My granddaughter" Her grandmother hugged Yijia back

"Where's your mom?"

"Mother is gone, hiks.hiks.." Yijia finally cried in Grandma's arms, of course the Grandma was very surprised, she joined in crying with Yijia and Sari. Grandma tried to patiently accept the news, she rubbed softly on Yijia's head.

"After more than 20 years of no news from your mother, finally today you bring news of grief. Honey why I'm unlucky, I'm still alive in this world, but my son's gone first"

"Mother don't talk like that, Sari is still here to accompany Mother" Sari hugged her mother, Grandma Yijia from behind.

"Darling, where is your father now?"

"Father has also gone bsrsama Mother" Yijia's voice sounded still trembling, she still buried herself in the Grandmother's arms

"So your father didn't leave your mother, I'm glad that the two of them are still together even though death has separated, I was worried that your father would turn away from your mother who is from this village."

"No, Grandma, during my life my Mom and Dad always loved each other"

"Good, dear they're gone, but at least I'm so grateful to still be able to see my daughter through you, baby" Grandma kissed Yijia's forehead.

Yijia felt very happy to meet her Grandmother who was very gentle and friendly, she felt very grateful. His decision to go to Kalimantan turned out to be the right and right decision.