The Hugger Heart

DEPARTURE

'The children of the same mother Dad go first yes. InshaAllah Mother only three days' one by one the children salim hands alternately say goodbye to both parents.

'Congratulate Father every day yes.pray also so that the exhibition is successful, smooth and blessed'

'What we say first, take the kids away'

'Assalamu'alaikum'

'Wa'alaikumussalam'

We went to the airport using an online car. Deliberately choose the most seats to carry exhibition items that are quite large in size and a lot.

I still don't feel sick in the morning, it still feels normal. Since the testpack showed line two, I started adding iron vitamins and eating more fruit. Continually try not to think too much so that nausea does not appear at this time-now.

'Pak Bowo later from Yogyakarta directly to Jakarta also means yes?' ask me when the car has started to walk to the airport.

'yes. He will leave from Yogyakarta tonight, take a train to Jakarta. So tomorrow night make an appointment at her check-in.'

'Additional items at Mama's house have also asked Mother to prepare the same Papa. We just need to pack.'

We had to stay at my parents' house in Jakarta. There are some exhibitions there. At once ask for prayers with Papa and Mama so that my husband's exhibition runs smoothly and blessings'.

'About over baggage huh?

'God willing. It's light, it's just big'

'Ga use volumetric count, right?'

'No. This is an aircraft, not a freight forwarding service'

It's been coded this way, my husband's starting to lack focus.

'Quietly..with a breath..exclude..' I said as I clasped his hand to slightly reduce his nervousness.

'Two years to go with me.later mother became a craftsman as well, ' I said as I threw a smile at my husband.

'Hopefully two more years are invited again.' said my husband.

'Two...aamiin'

Arriving at Syamsudin Noor airport we had to use three trolly to be able to transport all the goods carried. I pushed one trolly and my husband pushed two trolly.

We passed each checkpoint. Several times asked by the Officer, what items are brought up so much. And my husband replied casually, 'Material for the exhibition, please pray for it to be smooth and blessed' to all the officers who asked.

This is the advantage in Kalimantan, the sense of kinship is still very thick. That nuance has become a rare thing in the capital.

When my husband first had to undergo ten days of training in Jakarta and commute back and forth between the public transport and the bus, he complained that the faces of the Jakarta people were stiff. Some covered with masks and the majority just kept quiet and did not look around.

I responded with a smile at that time. I'm used to it. For my husband it was very unusual.

But over time with frequent back and forth to Jakarta, finally my husband understood the character of the bustle of the Capital which is often forcing someone to appear with an ice face or face with a careless expression, tired of going home to work or leaving with a good travel distance.

In Kalimantan, I even only occasionally take an angkot. It's called a taxi, and a taxi is called an argo. Because often everywhere there are those who drive or go together. If the husband is unable to drive or pick up. Sometimes my brother's friend is my husband, sometimes my friend.

My husband is the second of three children. And she is the only son. Her brother and sister, live in Kalimantan also with her husband respectively.

As for me, I was the first of three children. My sister's a boy and a girl. Everyone lives in Jakarta. Not dare to be far from Mama, he said, just me far across the island.

'Call for passengers.......'

'Mom...Let's get ready.'

'Yes Well....'

I also prepared to bring my handbag and follow my husband's steps to gate 3 to enter the plane that Aman took us to fly to Jakarta.

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'Assalamu'alaikum.....'

'Wa'alaikumussalam'

I immediately kissed the back of Mama's hand as well as her right and left cheeks, Mama who was sitting casually in the living room with the living room door open, while accompanying Papa who was tidying up his pet bird cage to a higher place in front of the house.

'Mas Doni..how healthy?' asked Papa when my husband greeted me and wanted to kiss the back of my Papa's hand.

'Alhamdulillah, Pa..healthy'

'So the children are with Eyang in Kalimantan?'

'Yes Ma. Want to be taken worried later Tania hassles fitting home alone to Kalimantan. Children also go to school, ' said my husband while kissing the back of Mama's hand.

'Hour 8 nights, Pa'

'Oo..means we're going to the airport to finish praying 'Ashr yes...'

'Yes'

'At the airport later Mas Doni departs with Pak Bowo, from Yogyakarta. Mr. Bowo was the one who invited Mas Doni to this Exhibition' I also explained.

'So how many representatives from Indonesia?'

'It's just the two of us, Pa. Me and Mr. Bowo'

'Ooo.'

'Does she want to eat? Mama again cook pepes tuh tuh same fish fried peda'

'You bangettttt...pepes knows again.....'

I immediately went into the kitchen. Wash your hands with soap and can't wait to taste the pepes tofu made Mama. It must be delicious...

The thing most missed by overseas children after seeing both parents is the cuisine of their parents.

'Dad....Come eat first.' I call my husband who is still busy chatting with Papa.

'There's sambal terasi nih.' said me with a smile.

'Hmmm..tumben Nia want to eat sambel, surely again pregnant deh' Mama immediately guessed.

Mama knows best my taste that doesn't like sambel. But every pregnant I turn into a lover of sambal. Even the level of spiciness exceeds the taste of Mama who likes to eat chili.

'Yes Ma.. alhamdulillah last week in test using testpack there are two lines.'

'Inshallah next month just want to see a doctor. If examined now still not look good, I explained.

'Doain smoothly, healthy and blessings yes....'

'Aamiin'

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Just this time I entered the baggage checking room at Soekarno Hatta International Airport. When we were little and took Papa out of the country, we were never allowed to enter the baggage checking. Usually we will go up the stairs to be able to see the planes that will do take-off and landing. It turns out that it has just opened to the public, as an attraction to attract tourists.

'Wait for a photo first yuk.' I asked my husband to take a picture together. To show the children when they miss the same father later.

'Assalamu'alaikum Mas Doni'

'Eh Wa'alaikumussalam Pak Bowo'

'It's been a while?'

''We just got there. Mr Bowo has it been a while?'

'New to me...'

'Ma...Pa..ini Mr. Bowo's'

'Sir Bowo.this is my in-laws'

'And this is my wife'

'Tania' I clenched my hands together in front of my chest.

'Bowo' follows clenched hands also in front of the chest.

'Let's take a photo before you go inside' Papa gave the order to everyone.

'Sir, can we have a photo taken together?' it just so happened that an airport officer was passing by near us.

'Boleh Sir..mari-mari'

And we also took pictures in front of a pile of large pillows that became an icon of travelers in the past.

'We say yes please pray... Assalamu'alaikum's'

'Hopefully everything will be smooth and get many blessings from God. Wa'alaikumussalam's'

Seriate.....