The Journey of Destiny

Chapter 4

At exactly eight in the morning local time, Amara took the princess to go to the city she liked the most. The city has been home for more than a year. At the time, Amara was 18 years old, got the opportunity to join a student exchange program with a full scholarship and then met Arshad Handoyo, the husband and father of Hana. It is impressive that the story of the two beautiful carvings were told to Hana. While walking Amara continued to tell stories about the romance of her youth.

After telling me about Arshad, one more camera shot was heard.

" ilmenau like a blue sky right "knot Amara after taking a picture of ice cream that is faced towards the blue sky. Smiling, Hana looked at the blue city.

" This, Mom, I turned her picture around" Hana said after seeing a picture of her father and mother standing next to a smelly Kirchhoff statue at Ilmenau University , a campus that once gave both parents the chance to meet and create incredible memories.

" mommy." whined Hana "I also want to go abroad on a scholarship, making my mom and dad feel proud of me."

That sentence made her mother stop licking her ice cream.

" Hana, you think what the hell, mom and dad are always proud of you, son" said Amara and hugged Hana tightly.

Amara threw away the ice cream that had just run out a third, The fingers felt frozen because of the cold temperature there.

Seeing the mother's cheeks reddened by the winter wind, Hana also took off her gloves, then gave it to her mother.

" Use this Mom, Hana is not cold "Hana while giving gloves to the mother. Amara also wore the gloves.

" Thank you, baby " said Amara happily.

After walking, they reached the hotel. Hana sat on the sofa of the hotel room, watching the small room with a comfortable sleep, the walls awake, and some World War 1 hangers on the walls.

"How many hours am I here? " ask Hana to yourself.

Hana felt her cold and silent Ilmenau was an image of her heart, which was desolate.

Hana looked out the window and saw some old people talking inside the large terrace.

"Mom, Hana go out for a while, yeah "sobbed Hana.

" Come home before five" he continued.

Hana heard the mother giving her permission from inside the bathroom.

For the second time Hana followed the city of Ilmenau again. While listening to music through his cell phone, he began to like our dark and humid atmosphere without skyscrapers.

He stopped in front of a statue of THE GOAT FOUNTAIN, then opened one of the faucets attached to the unique statue.

Hana drank the water with her arms bowed, honestly she did not know the meaning of the water, but surely the water can prevent Hana from dehydration and thirst.

Hana continues the journey quickly she intends to look for souvenirs to take home as a hand later.

Shortly afterwards Hana was seen toting two large shopping bags, Hana saw a restaurant that looked quite crowded, ELKIKA ILMANAU. The curious girl went in to find out new experiences and she tried local THURUNGIA food. Hana chose a food called LASAGANA EL FARNO after seeing the picture on the menu, no matter if the cuisine is delicious or not.

" So, what brings you here, little girl? " cetus was a waiter, a young peria who placed a plate of LASAGANA and a glass of drink (franken Brau) on Hana's table.

" I and my weird thoughts, it seems" Hana answered the friendliest person Hana had ever met in Germany.

" I'm sorry I didn't order that drink" Hana continued

Hana smiled briefly, then looked around and then sipped a little beer, and Hana began to realize that the man was not a waiter but the owner of this cafe. The man looked more presentable and did not use nametag like the others. Suddenly the man appeared right in front of him.

" Is there anything else? " sanyanya.

" No " replied Hana in shock.

" What makes you sad? " ask again.

The question just made Hana think that the man had another job, an astrologer for example. Hana just smiled briefly.

" Rest assured, Ilmenau is a city of cultural and natural history that is herding.so do not be sad, enjoy your streets, sweet "the man turned away.

Hana's aware, she's not a fortune teller. She didn't know what made Hana feel sad. It's not really the atmosphere of the city, it's Arkana. Can't lie he misses Arkana whom he hasn't seen for three days, and again Arkana, who is in Hana's mind.

After finishing her meal, Hana went back around on the city bus. But how unlucky Hana was lost, the day began to darken and the ice grains began to fall no other Hana just looking for the hotel where she lived.

In her lonely evening, Hana walks and sees the colorful Billboard, glowing trinkets along a tree by the roadside.

Erfurt is the capital of Thuringia. By taking the intercity train and in less than half an hour, Hana and her mother arrived in a much more lively city than Ilmenau. They walked down Downtown.

By looking at unique European houses and buildings on the river in a cafe by the river, they unwind while waiting for sunset.

They were Samapi at Frankfurt international airport, Amara told Hana to run because they were almost late .

" Hana, let's hurry "call Amara.

" Yes, Mom bentar. " Hana answered while busy rummaging through the contents of her bag, looking for her passport.

Her impatient mother intends to approach Hana, but suddenly

" Bruk! "

" Don't you have eyes?!" exclaim young girl with a charming look. But it was different from his rude attitude. His coat was dirty that he was holding, as it collided with Amara.

Amara was silent, Amara was so surprised.

" Dara! " a man with glasses shouted at the girl from afar.

" Good God, are you kidding me? we gotta get going, come on! " he said scolding the girl named virgin.the woman did not continue to use her mother Hana.

Hana immediately came to the mother and passed by a virgin, her eyes looking at Hana with a cynic, she said,. Fortunately, Hana was able to hold back, within a few seconds she was able to record the name and face she hated the most, because she had been arbitrarily yelling at her mother.

" Amafin Hana, Ma'am "Hana is aware of most of the causes of this happening because of it.

" Mommy is not papa, baby" said Amara slowly.

" Come on ", continued Amara.

Hana followed the mother, on her lips looked a regretful smile.