The End of the Waiting

Longed Again

That morning the city of Lamongan was quite bright. Since eight o'clock in the morning Amara has been preparing in the living room waiting for the arrival of the driver who will pick her up.

Actually Amara has said no need to be picked up, he will go home alone by renting a car or taking public transportation only. However, his parents did not allow it because he did not understand the city.

Before long the pickup car arrived, Amara immediately said goodbye to Umi Rahma and her other friends, including Fatimah and Aisha who drove her with teary eyes as if she was going away and would not return.

Amara hugged the two and whispered, “I've only been three days. You guys are so crybaby,” he said.

“Be careful on the road, Nak Mara. Call umi if you've arrived safely at your parents' house.”

“Good, Umi. I'm saying all. Assalamu’alaikum.”

Amara got into the car which then drove slowly away from the cottage.

On the way Amara recalls about her phone being disabled since her departure. His hand searched for the phone in the bag and activated it.

The message rushes in as soon as the phone is on.

Amara saw the most top messages, Bilal Hasby's name being first. He started reading it from the beginning to the last time a few days ago.

Messages from his friends followed later. They asked about his whereabouts that were hard to find. She secretly smiled. In a downturn he knows which friends really care and which ones just want fun.

The message from Umi Rahma is remembered. Befriend anyone, but if he brings evil to you, just avoid falling into the wrong company.

Amara texted her mother and said she was on her way home.

“Pak Abas later stopped by the souvenir shop typical of Lamongan. No, yes?”

“There, Ma'am. It seems to be ahead there,” replied the driver kindly.

As requested, the car pulled over in a row of shophouses that sell various kinds of souvenirs typical of Lamongan. One of them is the famous wingko tripe.

The car returned. She closed her eyes every now and then as the shadow of her ex-husband-to-be appeared with a charming smile.

Amara removed the clear droplets that were in the corner of her eye.

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After traveling for about three hours, they finally reached home.

Amara looked at her home longingly. He immediately entered the house, not forgetting to say his greetings and was answered by the waiter who happened to be cleaning the living room.

“Alhamdulillah the beautiful finally came home. Mom misses very much with Ma'am Mara,” said the middle-aged woman with a big smile.

“Emak, don't make Mara cry deh.” Amara smiled, walked up to the middle-aged woman and hugged her at a glance. She had considered him more than a domestic assistant. Since childhood he has been nurtured by Sumiyati when his parents were busy raising business.

“Mother is still outside see the restaurant in Sidoarjo, maybe the new afternoon home. You still see the construction where it was, yes ...forget,” said Sumiyati while scratching her head.

Amara chuckled, she nodded. He was not sad because he was not welcomed by his parents, he was an adult to understand about their busy lives.

Amara asked Sumiyati to share the gifts brought to all the workers at home. He immediately went up to his room and decided to take a break.

It had been an hour since she had walked into the room, but Amara had not been able to close her eyes. She simply stared at the ceiling of the room, occasionally she turned her head towards her beloved doll, hugged it, then spoke as if the doll could hear it.

However, the next second Amara rushed up as if remembering something.

“If I want to forget, then I must bring out all our memories in my heart and life. Thank you for the valuable lesson you have given, Mas Haris.”

To Be Continue ....