
3 days later they set off for a village where Jira orphanage used to be raised.the views presented during the trip are very refreshing and fresh for the mind.especially for people who are busy and live in a big city like Zafa and Jira, the scenery of rice fields and green plantations and fresh air make the mind relaxed and calm.
"ra, it's cold here" said Zafa, beginning to shiver.
"now have I told you.here near the mountains so it's cold.You brought a jacket?" ask Jira to worry.
Zafa nodded "in the bag at the back" pointed to Zafa.
"you stop first I want to find your jacket, all of you let me drive. You just rest yes" explained Jira
Zafa pulled the car over. Jira has also given a jacket to Zafa. "nih you wear a blanket as well, fearing that it will catch a cold because it is not unusual" explained Jira attentively wrapped Zafa with a blanket.
indeed Zafa also felt tired because he had 2 hours more he drove alone when they left this morning.In addition he forgot breakfast made Zafa increasingly shivering cold.
"are you sure you can drive?" ask Zafa
"i can" Jira replied confidently. Zafa did choose to bring his alphard car because considering the souvenirs brought by Jira very much.
an hour or so they had arrived at the courtyard. Jira and Zafa are welcomed by the mother and the children of the orphanage.
"mother" call Jira squandered Arsy's mother's hug. "Jira kangen mom" jira's wife broke.
"loh kok cry, just met my mother already cry shy as well as your ado" sedu bu Arsy rubbed Jira's tears
"the reason is that I miss the mother.I want a story, I want to vent" explained Jira sadly.
"hahaha... You are big but still crybaby. enter first invite it, what's the name?" tanya Miss Arsy pointed at Zafa who was standing behind Jira
"this is Jira's boss in mom's office"
"Zafa" said Zafa saluting Ms. Arsy.
" buk, where are you going? because I brought souvenirs but still in the car. can you please call kang deden?" jira asked looking around for the person she meant by her eyes.
"ningsih" call Ms. Arsy on one of the workers at the parlour
"he's mom" answered ningsih from the kitchen approaching Arsy's mom in the living room
"you can make ginger tea for the bule akang" Arsy pointed to Zafa. "for my beautiful child this is sweet tea.all call kang deden ya".
" well ma'am" replied ningsih go to the kitchen
"mom, did Uncle come here? " ask Jira
ms. Arsy shook her head. "no, she was last here 4 months ago when you came home from England. Why did you? " ask mom Arsy worried
"2 this month I tried to call the number but not active mom" explained Jira suku
"say you know for yourself right. he just came suddenly, went too suddenly.do not worry too much" explained Missy calming
"this is the drink" said Ningsih carrying a tray of tea.
"thank you" said Jira smiling sweetly
"well, the daughter of a beautiful mother.is originally more beautiful" praised Ningsih. "fitting her boyfriend, handsome" said Ningsih timidly.
"hahaha.si teteh can aja, thank you.but akang bule it is not my girlfriend but my boss in the office" explained Jira glanced at Zafa who was busy with his phone."kang deden where ya tea?
"sorry that I don't know" pinta Ningsih felt bad. "kang deden out of the garden, clean first. if so I say back, excuse me".