The Hugger Heart

RETURN II

'Ismail is all set?'

'Each Mr. Bowo....'

'Let's go to the airport'

We stepped together out of the hotel lobby towards the front door of the hotel approaching the travel car that was waiting.

'Mrs. Edward don't forget to tell me later when you arrive at home yes.Send a photo of Mouza and Mouzi wearing a hat woven purun yes' I said to Mr. Edward met at the airport, before parting ways to a different gate.

'Of course..of course. Edward hugged me before he split up.

'Mas Doni's many acquaintances also well' Bang Ismail commented.

'Ha.ha...Mas Doni is always around every day greeting all artisan stands, so his acquaintances are many.' said Mr. Bowo.

Yes I did get used to every day of yesterday's race time to greet all the participants and talk for a while while observing the craft products they displayed.

It was actually done to be able to recognize the new world that I am currently in, which is to become a craftsman. When else can learn directly from a world-class craftsman, this is a golden opportunity.

From the results of the tour that I recognize the peculiarities of each country. Including me also asked a glimpse of their respective countries.

Not all participants can I talk a lot, only those who can speak English. Among the many artisan participants who do not speak English, they speak French, Arabic and even Russian.

Before long the call to enter the plane called all of us who were going to Indonesia to start getting into the plane.

It was just me and Mr. Bowo walking towards this plane. Because Bang Ismail is still waiting for the call for the plane to head to Malaysia.

'Pak Bowo directly to Yogyakarta from Jakarta later?' ask when you have finished installing the seat belt in the plane seat.

'Oo no, Mas. I want to stop by the Ministry of Tourism office first, there are friends who ask to meet there. I am going to Yogyakarta tomorrow. Didi go to the in-laws first?'

'No, I went straight to Kalimantan. It has been booked online tickets with her mother's children' I replied with a smile considering it will be home soon.

'Udah on kangen must be a child, Mas'

'yes. This is the longest time I have been separated from the children. Usually only one week at most I go out of town'

Soon we too fell asleep. Fatigue after making preparations to go home made us unable to last long in the chat on the plane. Long flights make sleeping options the best choice.

.

.

'Yeahahhhh......' Nasya who saw the familiar body from afar shouted and jumped excitedly calling from the limits allowed for the pick-up passengers of the plane.

The afternoon after the dzuhur prayer I picked up my husband at the airport of Shamsudin Noor, Banjarmasin. He returned home after 12 days of racing in Turkey. The kids are still in school, there is only Nasya who welcomes.

'Mother...can Nasya come in?'

'Don't you, son. I'm still waiting for baggage, in a minute...Nasya is here with mom. I've seen Nasya..'

From inside the room my husband was waving his hand and smiling broadly at Nasya.

'Did you drive the car, Mom? Not drunk?' my husband asked as he stood beside me holding Nasya in one hand.

'Drunk is still. But mom brought orange ice water in the car, same spicy snack so she's not really nauseous' I took sunglasses from inside the bag and immediately wore it when I started walking out of the airport.

The sunglasses I wear to dispel the scorching sunlight that was shining that day. In addition to dampening the nausea that usually will soon appear every time I am exposed to the scorching sun. Even at home when drying clothes in the back of the night I wear sunglasses, to reduce nausea.

'The drunk is gone...Father has come home said my husband while gently rubbing my back.

'Ooohhh Nasya sad yes...pity same Mother yes?'

'He.em..'

'Trus Nasya help mom?

'Dad...Asya love towels, take tissue and drink to mother...'

'Pinter son Father nih.sudah big want to be Big Brother yah' said my husband while kissing Nasya's cheeks are soft.

'Sister, brother, Nasya.everything help mom kok Yah.' said I memahuti Nasya story.

'Mom Go in his car after the AC is cold Yeah Well.' I stayed by the side of the car door that opened. Waiting for my husband to start the car engine and AC first.

'Nasya..kasihkan mother ice Orange this first' my husband gave a tumbler containing ice Orange that I had just put on the door near the driver's seat.

'It's mom...' Nasya also moved from the driver's seat after getting off his father's sling to the passenger seat in front and immediately moved back to the passenger seat in the back.

'Thank you dear....'

'Unfortunately for Nasha.

'Thank you Dear Nasya and Dear Dad.' I am still standing next to the car door which is now closed with the window open.

After the AC started to cool, I got into the car. There are no car fragrances hanging in the rearview mirror inside, all I have dislodged since my morning sickness in action. But there are some mango kweni near the passenger seat that I accidentally opened from the plastic.

The fragrance of mango kweni is refreshing and can dispel nausea during the day. I deliberately bought it before the airport earlier, shortly after coming out of the house there was a fruit seller who went out with his cart.

'All of you to make your brother's favorite pox' I explained to my husband who was holding the kweni fruit moving from near the steering wheel of the car.

The handicap is a kind of pickle typical Banjar cuisine menu. Slices of kweni fruit, shallots and Oranges limo kuit watered with a little water, sprinkled with a pinch of salt and whole cayenne pepper on top. If you like spicy, then cayenne pepper will be cut into pieces using a spoon or eaten directly. This handicap is usually served to accompany burnt dishes, such as chicken, fish to various dishes (presses).

'We eat first in the street or mom has cooked at home?' ask my husband when he comes out of the airport gate.

'Mom bought some grilled fish before she went to the airport. Just eat it at home. Eating at home aja yah.biar mother ga nausea later outside the house' I said.

'Mother 's...Asya wants coconut ice....'

'Alright...We buy coconut ice first well, which is near the house'

'Nasya cravings too is it like Mom?'

'What's that?' Nasha asked her father.

'Hayooo the clear father....'

'That dread if there is another baby in the stomach and ask for food macem-macem at an uncertain time' explained my husband seriously.

'Baby cuttings in the mother's pelut.asya no baby grandpa' Nasya answered no less serious.

'So the one who wants the coconut ice is Nasya, Dad.not the baby grandpa' I mediate while holding a laugh.

'Trus dedek baby will also not?' ask my husband while glancing at me.

'You also dong.yang use palm sugar yes do not forget plus a lot of ice'

'Siaappp.....'

Seriate......