The Brondong
TB 30'S
POV barrel
Rian helped me put the suitcase in the trunk, after which he invited Dilan to come with him. Not far from my whereabouts because I can still hear their conversations.
“I'll let Mama come with you to return the favor to you so, you don't get a big head!” said Rian ketus.
Dilan chuckled while nodding, “Whatever it is, thank you.”
“Please take care and respect him,” added Rian.
Nodding to the two back given Dilan. “Sure , you take it easy.”
Rian snorted as if not believing Dilan's words, he came up to me and hugged me. I returned Rian's embrace tightly, not even feeling I shed tears.
“Don't forget to pray .. eating problems, Mama has been tipped to Bi Inah,” whispered me while rubbing his back.
The young man frowned and asked again, “Mama sure you want to go? Probably changed your mind.”
My twitching lips restrained the smile, in terms of persuasion - coaxing Rian quite tenaciously. I let go of the hug and rubbed my son's cheek just the way. “Propay yes, just a minute, kok!”
Rian silenced with a flat face, it seemed like he was trying to hide his sadness and disappointment. “Be careful on the road,” the sound is so mature.
During his 20 years, this is the first time we will be apart in two months. Longest time in my life and Rian's history. The young man remained firmly standing while waving his hand as my car drove away from the grounds.
I could see the look on her face slowly changing, I tried to keep smiling by holding bitterly at every corner of her lips. I don't want Rian to worry, sooner or later we will have each other's lives, when he gets married later. Think of it as an exercise for both of us, so as not to always depend. That's thinking.
The figure grew increasingly invisible, becoming a fading silhouette. I was also pensive with a bright mind, remembering the times we were together in distress and pleasure. Smiled thinly on my own until a gentle touch on the back of my hand awakened me. I turned to God's perfect creation, those clear black eyes looking at me deeply.
“Ingin back?”
“What?”
“If you are not calm leaving Rian alone should be-“
“No... I just haven't gotten used to leaving it for a long time. We have to learn from now, Rian won't be with me forever. He will marry later, and build his own family,” I try hard by saying that.
“Ya .. because you will be with me, forever,” the young man pulls his lips until his white teeth are seen.
The smile that managed to melt this heart. Yeah, what should I worry about? Dilan will be with me, with me until the end of my life. I won't be lonely when Rian is happy with his family. I smiled, replying to the sweet arch she gave me.
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Airports
The woman still looked beautiful despite her surprised face. His eyes widened as if he wanted to jump out.
“You? Baras, aren't you kidding?”
Maria screeched, I deliberately invited her to meet today at the airport as well as informing her of my relationship with Dilan.
I shook my head with a faint smile.It was so thin that it approached faint, perhaps to him it was the strangest smile I had ever given.
“You are crazy! And you're Dilan, how did you snare this history lecturer?”
The young man raised his shoulders with the bashful look of a cat. Not answering, showing his deceptive innocence.
“We will leave in a moment,” I said to Maria who seemed ready to give another question that could beat the paparazzi.
“You are indeed smart to divert all things like eels,” circus Maria sewot. “This is for you Dilan,” he added while giving a paper to Dilan. I peeked at him, a letter.
“A recommendation letter from our campus for your internship later, and you can occupy the usual mess in the alumni while interning there. You guys can't stay 1 roof right, Laras?!”
“I've been looking for a contract there for two months,” I said defend myself.
“Basic flirtatious moms! Give me your address, I'll do an impromptu incision later,” Maria's lead while pulling my hand, leading me away from Dilan.
I almost staggered following Maria's sudden movements. Dilan himself could only observe from a distance. Maria said slowly. “I don't know how to, which I obviously mendo’akan best for you,” Maria pulled out her phone. “Quick send your address! I'm afraid you'll forget when you get there,”.
I chuckled at Maria's excessive behavior, unexpectedly she immediately grabbed my phone which I just took from the bag. As fast as lightning he sent himself that address through my phone.
“Besides you, Rian and Fany. No one else knows about our relationship. I hope you can keep this a secret until graduation, my great-grandson's”.
Maria rolled her lazy eyeball while throbbing. “You think I mouthed a bucket? Roaring all the way?”
“I didn't say that,” my answer is not good.
“Let's calm down, the important thing is that you always keep an eye on whatever happens to you,” Maria smiled ignorantly.
I hit his shoulder gnashed,“Basic! You pranking me.”
Maria chuckled and hugged me, for some reason I immediately felt moved. In order to avoid the dramatic scene I also chose to take off the hug, although actually reluctant.
Maria let go of me with dozens of pieces of advice. Like a mother to her child or a sister to her sister.
I stared at the reddish sky, dusk leading me to another city with him. The one who now holds my hand, the one I love.
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Surabaya
It only takes 2 hours to get to Surabaya, the city of heroes. This nickname is always associated with various battles that have occurred in the East Java Capital (Jatim).
The nickname of the city of heroes is not immediately given away to Surabaya. The city located on the north coast of Java does have a long story of struggle. One of the most famous is the tragedy of September 19, 1945.
I have long wanted to visit this city, until now it has also been done. I think I should thank Dilan.
“There is a place you want to go?” haggard when you want to take a taxi.
“Many!” myrag. “We go to Siola Building! How?”
“Ready!” sahut Dilan spirit.
My fatigue was immediately lost replaced with enthusiasm to visit historic places. Dilan himself turned out to know the ins and outs of this city, along the way he mentioned what places we should stop.
“You've been here Dilan? Looks like you really know the region here,” you want to know.
“I... have lived here,” Dilan's answer makes me more curious.
“O yes? Aren't you from Osaka?”
“When I was a child, I lived in Surabaya for some time, before finally moving to Osaka,” he explained.
I just understand. “Why did you move?”
The young man fell silent, along with that our taxi stopped indicating that it had reached its destination.
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The one in Jatim.. Dilan dateng neh.
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