Special Journey

Episode 15's

After a long journey I will finally arrive and meet the people I miss so much.

Really, I can't wait to see their reaction when I see me later..

" we go first, bang yusuf "I say goodbye to them.

I chuckled amusedly at the reaction of Yusuf as I called my brother, I don't know what he was thinking. Maybe she thinks I'm a flirty widow.

Ahh bodo time, let me do intend to tease her, anyway we will also split up, maybe even will not meet again.

" maybe we can meet again mbak fifah ". Anisa hugged me.

" some day we'll meet again, and believe that I'll change my call to you. will call you dear, in return for your courtesy to call me brother ". Joseph smiled cynically at me.

I stared at Yusuf's words that pierced my heart.

" i can't wait to see your meeting bang ". Anisa laughed while patting Yusuf on the shoulder.

I was still sculpting, I was trying to digest the words of Joseph just now.

" sorry suf, I didn't mean to tease you".

I don't know what my face looks like right now.

I feel guilty for seducing Yusuf.

Hearing my regret, Yusuf smiled again. But why did that smile make Tusuf look so sweet.

Why can't I keep my nature and speech.

I even embarrassed myself in front of people I just met.

" hahaha... , neutral is your mind, we must meet again, so get ready well, this is the second time you call me brother ". Now Joseph is back to teasing me.

I looked down, hiding my shame.

" be careful you fall in love with the mbak afiifah bang ". Nisa also teased me.

Yusuf just sucked while gnashing some of his lips up.

" be careful on the road ". Nisa hugged me back when one taxi stopped in front of me.

I just responded with a nod.

I am still ashamed of what I did.

" be careful, hopefully we can see you again ". Anisa kisses warm both cheeks kia.

Kia just smiled while shaking my hand.

" thank you for being a travel companion for om yusuf yah ".

Joseph humbled himself to be on par with the kia.

Joseph kissed the top of the head.

" assalamualaikum ". I disappeared behind the taxi door and left Yusuf and nisa still waiting for their invitation.

I was afraid that one day I would see Joseph again.

Ahh maybe it's more appropriate that I'm embarrassed.

My actions toward Joseph were a lesson in order to better guard my speech and behavior.

May I not lose my shame as a dress for me.

Hopefully with shame I can better maintain the attitude as a woman.

I was afraid, with the loss of shame, would make me lose the identity of a Muslim.

Astagfirullah... I repeatedly said Istighfar, asking for protection from Allah.

" sister tired? ". I saw Kia without spirit.

" yes ma'am, I want to get to my grandmother's house and atok ". Kia replied while leaning on my arm.

Atok is a call for grandfather, in my city especially in the village where my mother's father was born, the call atok is used more than grandfather or opa.

Understandably the real old man came from a small village in the city of Jambi, it takes 3-4 hours drive to the village of my parents' origin.

My family and I moved to the capital since I graduated Elementary School, because my father had to move to the city.

Oh yes my father's main job was a state servant, who held the rank of police commissioner or who was short on "COMPOL".

Because of my father's salary which is fairly mediocre finally mom began to open a business in the culinary field.

Alhamdulillah now the effort of the mother is quite large.

Unlike the mother who likes to cook, I am not at all interested in the row of menus in the mother's restaurant.

Even my sister who opened a business in the culinary field, maybe more appropriately called Cafe.

I'm the only one who's not interested in business, maybe I have no talent other than being a nurse.

I love my profession so much, I love taking care of everyone.

Seeing them heal there was a very happy feeling for me.

And make me remember death more often.

I really want to be a nurse for the rest of my life.

But the way of life no one ever knows.

Maybe one day I will be interested in the business world.

Oh yea.. I have one hobby that I think I'm a bit of an expert in.

" Writing ".

when I was pedaling education at the aliyah madrasah bench, this hmmm was equivalent to High School.

At that moment, I realized that I really like to write. Write anything. I have many agendas and diaries where I pour out all my heart. I write all sorts of things in her, especially I love to write poems and short stories and novels.

I was once a champion writing short stories for the Senior High School in my province.

Of course it's proud of me.

And I once said that I wanted to be a writer with two of my best friends.

How are my two best friends? For almost 6 years we have never met, even though we have never met, but we still often communicate through social networks.

And now I intend to meet and gather with them.

" sorry ma'am where are we going? ".

Gee whiz... I even cool with my own mind until I forget my taxi still dwells the place.

" sorry sir, I forgot to tell you, even cool pensive ". Answer I feel bad.

Ask the taxi driver who may be almost the same age as my father.

" yes sir, we go to Juanda Street. Measles hallway no 46 yes sir "my answer.

" well mom ".

The taxi I was riding was traveling at a moderate speed, it could even be said to be slow.

" stalled, sir? ". Ask me after seeing so many queues of vehicles in front of me make the taxi I ride sometimes stop.

" yes ma'am, what else are these hours, the hours of his home office ". Answer the father.

" ohh that, hmmm if you may know what your father's name is? ". Ask me again.

" i am Abdurrohman ma'am, can call Mr. Man ".

Man smiled at me through the glass above his head.

" hmmm just returned from vacation or want to go home to mom? ". He asked back.

" i want to visit my parents and my sister sir, I am new from Jakarta and have been living in Jakarta for 6 years. Maybe this is called home kali y pak hehehe".

Answer me a little joke.

Man also laughed.

" ohh that, haven't been home for a long time old man, mom? ". Keep up Mr. Man.

" usually I go home 1 year 2-3 times sir, at least every holiday I go home ".

" hmmm." Man nodded his head.

" how old are the children" ma'am ". Mr. Man glanced at Kia who was now playing Mobile beside me.

" sister, in the same question as Man's grandfather, how old is brother? ". I asked him again while taking the phone in his hand so that he could call Man's questions politely.

" 5 years old grandpa, and want to go to Kindergarten, right mom? ". Answer me while watching me and Mr. Man take turns.

" yes cake, this beautiful mother's son wants to go to school now ". I scratched my nose and smiled.

" that's great, hmmm what's your name? ". Ask Man to kia.

" syakia najwa, or kak kia ". Answer kia loudly.

Now I give her phone back to Kia. And Kia also continued to compartmentalize the cellphone in his hand.

" the real father of this man sir? ".

" i'm originally from the village of ma'am, here to join the work children, because in the village there is no one to take care of me ". Answer mr. Man.

" ohh that, it's been a long time working gini? " ask me again.

" it's been almost 10 years ma'am, thank God I used to buy this taxi child to work, so I don't feel bored at home, understand me only live with two of my children ma'am ". Answer Man long.

" ohh that's ". I'm starting to get confused about what to say. I'm afraid to talk a lot back to make trouble, like the same thing I did.

Why do I remember him.

Astagfirullah...

" i'm sorry mom I talk a lot, heheh.. If you are tired and want to sleep, just sleep mom, later I wake up if you have entered housing ". Pak man looked back at me, but this time Mr. Man turned his head towards me at the back.

" it's okay sir, I also want to enjoy the atmosphere of this city, the sense that it's been a long time since I died this city ". I returned the view of Man.

" it is likely that we will be longer until mom, because the road to the mother's house includes the worst jammed area ". Said mr. man.

" ohh yes?, the usual when I came home 6 months ago is not as bad as now, sir" answered me a little disbelief with the words of Mr. Man.

" maybe now Jambi residents are already on rich mom, already have more vehicles now ". Canda sir Man.

" aha... Aamiin, hopefully yes sir, hopefully everyone has a better economy ". I laughed at Man's reply.

" aamiin ma'am, but it's true that my mother read the Jambi news paper, if the income and economy in Jambi province increased ". Ohh it turns out Man sir is serious. I thought Man was just kidding, hehehe.

" thank God if so sir, may we all live properly and may we continue to be grateful ". I smile back.

" it's right mom, sometimes you wonder how to say it is difficult, household goods are expensive, but buy a car can pay installments, can be, even though without a car can still go anywhere - where in the favor of government assistance is not used properly".

I laughed at Man's long complaints.

" traveling sir, open tereleping ". I'm giving you a word, man sir.

" ahh yes, understand ma'am I'm old do not understand the world of young people today ". Answer Man again.

I smiled back at Mr. Man.

" no papa sir, besides the needs of someone's life will be different, maybe some of them think the car is their main need, and if I help from the government is various kinds of sir, maybe some of them think the car is their main need, the more in the main is indeed a person in need, for example like a school child, it is indeed there is special help for school children ". I give my opinion.

" ohh that's y ma'am, I think all the help is for the poor, because sometimes even the children of the rich can get help from school ". Man again.

" in school there's also an accomplished children's program sir, so whether he's rich or poor, these kids will be able to get awards from school, some kind of help as well, but maybe the goal is to increase the learning spirit of the children. "I smile back.

" ohh so, just know father mom, understand mom I am not highly educated, school just finished Elementary School, but thank God my son can be a scholar ".

" old times mah is rare for people who are highly educated sir, but thank God not infrequently parents are able to educate their children to be great and virtuous people, including the father, including the father, the father is also great to bring the father to be a scholar "

" now most prohibitions yes ma'am, ". Man continues to talk.

" now the learning science is getting more advanced sir, more and more new learning methods from scientists - new scientists ". Obviously me.

" well, I didn't think I had a cool passenger to talk to this afternoon ". Mr. Man looked at me again, but this time with a compliment.

" ah could have been father, thank God yes sir we have started to get out of the jam sir ".

I've started to see the vehicle in front of us start to drive freely.

" yes thank God. It's been almost 40 minutes we're stuck in traffic yes ma'am ".

Mr. Man glanced at the watch in his left hand.

" yes sir alhamdulillah, quite long y sir jammed, usual from the terminal to the house only takes 30 minutes, now long almost 1 hour hehe ". I responded to Mr. Man's remarks.

" right mom, but honestly this traffic jam sometimes - sometimes harms taxi drivers like me mom, my friends also often complain "pak Man again issued his heart complaints.

I just smiled in response to Mr. Man's words.

Like his so many complaints from pak man were stored in his heart.

" we're almost home, ma'am ". Mr. Man gave me my daydream.

Ahh why my heart is pounding so unsettled now, I can't wait to hug and kiss my mother and father Fariz.

I have imagined tomorrow morning breakfast with special fried rice made by mother, fried rice that has made me grow big like now. Haha

" we've reached ma'am ". Mr. Man stopped his taxi in front of the two-story house painted in blue fink.of course my parents' house but it was as if I was the owner. Because this house is designed over my wishes.