The Dilemma Between Two Choices

24. Foot-walk

While Nafeesa has arrived at Soekarno Hatta Airport. He pulled his suitcase up to the front of the airport. He wanted to order an ojek online, but he had not opened the app yet, he looked for his wallet which was not in his sling bag.

"Oh my God, where is my wallet? As I remember the last time I put it back when I paid for a taxi" he explained, trying to remember the incident.

He reflexively closed his mouth when he realized that the zipper of his bag was open. His face was sad and sad because his wallet had fallen out of nowhere.

Her tears fell down her cheeks, she did not expect that the ordeal was coming again close to her.

"Oh my God, how do I get to my house Mom, no money dime, all my ATM cards are in that wallet." He stood up like a dazed man.

Want to go to his house Mother's home is not the best choice. Because the distance is also quite far from the airport.

"Do I ask for help from a coworker, there is someone who can help me," he immediately looked for contact numbers hp his friend who is thought to help overcome his problem.

Until several times tried with different numbers but none of them were willing to help him. His friend refused for various reasons. There are also inactive numbers.

Piiiettttt!!!

The horn sound of a white sedan car made him shocked. Nafeesa almost fell for the second time in a day. He held his chest in shock at the incident.

"Astaugfirullah," slowly stroked his chest and stared irritatedly at the car that had already moved away from his place

He smiled as he remembered his best friend who had always been in every place he needed help all along. He's looking to scroll through some of his dihp contacts. Then he smiled happily as his phone was connected to the phone number he was about to dial.

Tut. tut's..

Nafeesa patiently waited for his phone to be picked up, "Oh Allah, may Nadira pick up my phone."

Until repeatedly, Nadira did not press Nafeesa's phone that made his face disappointed and sad. Nadira was the only one who could help him. But his hopes were dashed when his phone got no answer at all.

"Maybe I have to walk there, count sports, have never been a sport for a long time."

Nafeesa decided to take his foot off the road. The heat of the afternoon sun did not dampen his steps to climb one by one the sidewalk pepin. He wears a mask to enforce government regulations according to prescribed health protocols. And helped her protect her face from sun exposure.

Nafeesa continued to step foot into the address of the orphanage mother who used to be credited with raising him and often he met when visiting the Panti.

Sometimes he stopped by the roadside to rest for a moment his body. The gazes of the few who saw him were completely ignored.

He had been walking for three hours, but he had not yet reached the address he was going to. The trip is only half way and still takes about two hours.

Tiredness was already gnawing at his body, he looked towards the several stalls lined up along the road he was walking through, he was suddenly thirsty but, for that time he could not afford to buy a glass of bottled mineral water he could not afford.

Nafeesa took shelter with several people who happened to be in the same location as him. He could only gently stroke her already thirsty neck. By staring at the person who drank the water.

"Let's get excited, it's close." He re-energized himself in order to live it well to get to Laila's mother's house.

Nafeesa resumed his remaining journey of about 6 kilometers again. His steps again stopped when there was a motorcyclist who stopped the speed of his motorcycle right in front of him.

The man got off his bike and walked towards Nafeesa. Nafeesa who knew nothing kept going. A few meters away, the man called out his name.

His steps halted for a moment then turned his face towards the source of the voice calling out to him. The man ran small towards her while his helmet was still faithfully attached on top of his head. He gasped and ran. He is no longer young to do that.

Nafeesa immediately hugged the person's body tightly. Nafeesa was so moved to tears because the person she wanted to meet was meeting on the street.

"Mother" he said so happily that his tears were dripping down his cheeks so happy.

"Mother Nafeesa misses you so much" replied Ms. Laila.

"Nafeesa is also ma'am, misses mom very much" he said.

Laila's mother broke her embrace and watched Nafeesa from the tip of her foot to the end of her hair. He even twisted Nafeesa's body.

"Nafeesa where are you here, where are you going, where is your husband?" He asked who was looking for Andra.

"Later Nafeesa will answer, we go to Mother's house first, do you not feel sorry for Nafeesa who is tired of walking," he explained with a crisp laugh.

"Street!! Meanin?" Ask again.

Nafeesa pulled Laila's hand toward her matick motorbike parked by the side of the road.

"Nanti Nafeesa spoke thirsty Mom," he said as he stroked her neck.

"It looks like there's a big problem facing him."

Laila's mother drove her car to her house. Coincidentally from the market and that was somehow he passed the road when he never passed the road that happened to be far from his home.

A little while later, they had arrived in front of Laila's mother's house.

"Mother I called her phone number but, I'm not active when many times I call," he explained.

Laila's mother opened her helmet strap and answered Nafeesa's question, "hpnya Mother is broken son, three days ago fell into the fish pond that is behind the house."

"Ohh well, pity hpnya ya nyemplung and swim accompany the fish Mother," said Nafeesa who laughed.

"Woke in said he was thirsty" he said, then opened the door lock knob.

Inside Andra's house. Lidya, who had just received a package from the courier, did not know who sent the package because only her mother nafeesa was listed from the top of the box.

Lidya watched closely, waiting around, turning around the package but, Lidya did not understand at all.

"Do I just open the package, if it belongs to Mas Andra must be the name listed above, it means it's true this has a bego woman, I just open it if it's gini."

Lidya walked towards Nafeesa's room intending to open the package box. He sat on the edge of Nafeesa's bed.

"Wallets?" Ask when you take the contents of the box.

"Kok can his wallet be here but the guy's not there? It seems I can use this wallet to incite Mas Andra to hate that little girl even more."