The Beginning of a Famous Writer

Sailing with Tears

Take the day that awaits.

As per my plan, my family will be on vacation to the island of Java. I set off by bus, and later to reach the destination to Java island, the bus I was riding had to make a crossing.

I woke up and started to do whatever I could while waiting for the duo to wake up, I intended while waiting for her to take a shower first, after that, I will take care of them.

Sure enough after I took a bath and dressed neatly, they one by one began to wake up, scavenging the first to wake up, and I immediately bathed him, just now he finished bathing and getting dressed, the youngest also woke up.

It was like a machine that had been stel before. They woke up at the right time. Finish the job that one is welcomed next job. I bathed, while bathing the youngest.

A few minutes passed, the youngest complete with his best clothes, because it will travel far, I deliberately chose the best clothes for my baby.

My mother and husband were also very well. We did visit family.

While waiting for uncle is still my father's brother to take us to the bus terminal. We decided to eat breakfast first.

As if already commanded, all simultaneously took their breakfast, silent, silent, which sounded only the clangs of spoons and dishes as if to be entertaining music in the morning.

After breakfast uncle came, and we immediately raised the luggage into the car.

At half-hour we arrived at the bus terminal. After dropping off the luggage, the husband immediately reported to the counter and we were guided to take the bus that would soon take us to meet the family who was so missed.

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The bus queue looks so long filled the port, the bus I was riding was one of the buses waiting in line to be crossed to the port of Merak. Faint faint water murmurs sounded filled the eardrum, gusts of wind as if earthy sahutan with the roar of water that followed the flow of the port. While sitting on the bus, roaring outside through the glass window of the bus, we the passengers questioned why the bus did not also walk into the ship. We have been here for over an hour.

Yes, now that I have reached the port of Bakauheni, the port of Bakauhuni is one of the crossings located in Bakauhuni District, South Lampung Regency. The port of Bakauhuni connects Sumatra with Java via sea transportation.

Anxious and sultry are already like at the peak level. An hour sitting sweetly on the bus that can only sit while holding a spoon without being able to stretch the muscles that feel tired and stiff.

It was tired of these eyes looking at the blue water, which was chasing after the sea.

Dusk changed with night, now the atmosphere captured the sense of sight had changed, the eyes were decorated by the blue sea water, now the color was as if swallowed by the sun which slowly disappeared from sight. All that exists now is a gust of cold wind piercing to the bone. That was what needed AC, as if now I don't want that thing anymore. Left right dark, there were only a few faint faint lights helping the sense of sight. In the middle of the sea, there were flickering lights of a sailing ferry carrying other passengers.

Children have begun to fidget, since earlier the wheels of the car did not turn splitting the road. Let alone my adult children have begun to fidget.

Arrived the bus kernet conveying,

"because of the number of bus buses that will cross, so that the ship facilities are not enough to accommodate all the buses that queue."

"for that we have to be patient waiting for the next ferry to get here again to take us sailing to the island of Java." that's the information provided.

Of course, the bus is so crowded, it is a time off, a long holiday for students, and educators.

Many people take advantage of this holiday to pamper themselves, whether it's visiting tourist attractions, brothers, like one of the passengers, namely me and my family who intend to visit relatives to the island of Java.

"huuu huu, is this a long time? how many hours do you think?" the cheers of the passengers seemed to regret what was delivered by the bus kernet.

"mom come on the road, why so long, when do you want to see me?" whining my firstborn.

I gently rubbed my son's head, while giving patience and encouragement to be at home waiting.

While my little boy has been loyal to my arm that is used as a pillow, aka the beautiful my son has dived in his dreams.

To get rid of my boredom, I held a rectangular object, which when we hold it like we hold the world.

I went back into cyberspace, a world that is not visible to people, but we always know the activity, yes because most of the activities of people people will be seen in his post on the homepage..

People who daily sell online, then the products he sells will dance on the screen hp, as if showing off the benefits and advantages of each.

I thought about my decision to write.

Feel different from others, where people look for side jobs by trading both online and trading in the real world. Well while I, writing, is there anyone who will read my story, is there anyone who will like and comment my story?

While without readers, the author is not who, without readers the author will not produce what..

Though the ultimate goal of working side by side is to add the purse of rupiah, so that the wallet is filled with it.

I was filled with doubt.

When the car came forward, it looked like we were about to enter the ship.

Immediately I put my phone in the bag, and changed my sitting position so that I could look at the window, wanting to see the outside atmosphere, even though the dark no longer allowed me to see it clearly.

Finally, more than three hours here, the bus we were riding was parked on the hull.

The passengers immediately went down, as if scrambling to get ahead, because it was impatient to see the beautiful scenery on the boat at night.

No exception me and my family, we also came down, I who was carrying the little one who was asleep began to step foot, from the steps one next to go to the third floor of the ship.

Arriving on the third floor I was so amazed by the beautiful scenery. The ship is in the middle of the sea, which is seen around it is only a vast expanse of sea.which is decorated by the twinkling lights of other ships that also make crossings.

While I still enjoy the beautiful atmosphere of the Bakauhuni - Peacock crossing at night.

Arrive arrive...

Without realizing it, tears have been brewing in the river cheeks. Tears flooded my cheeks I could no longer bear, sobbing as if the image of sorrow that gnawed my heart and soul, I spilled out all the feelings that were in the heart, I said, without thinking about the shame of people around.

Seriate...

Why did Indri arrive crying?

Wait for the answer in Part 5...