The Love of Zarania
Section 178
Before leaving for the airport, Ipul went home first to say goodbye to Mama and her father, of course, asked the driver of the Papa to drive him.
"Actually Mama wants you here Pul same Mama and Papa, this house is very quiet," Riska said that she was worried and did not want her only son to ever again have to leave her alone with her husband.
This is not the first time, this is the umpteenth time he even whined like a child to his son not to go, he said, but in fact his whining with a sad face still can not beat the stubborn son who with his muscles.
"Mama has promised that Ipul will let Ipul with whatever he chooses, and now the one that Ipul chooses is to return to England and work as he did for a few months there," sahut Ipul gives understanding.
"Mama and Papa have begun to age whether you do not pity to see us old in loneliness have children but as if not care," Riska's sulk made Irman sigh.
Well, that's what his wife is like when she talks to their only offspring, children who will inherit everything they have, of course Irman understands how a mother feels when she has to give up her only one child who lives far away even different continents with them.
Saddened? obviously because every night Riska still continues to cry despite having to hide her crying from him but as a husband of course she is very sensitive to the circumstances of his wife even though she does not say anything but she tries to give calmness by hugging the body of the woman who often silently cried while she was asleep.
"Maa, Ipul is not always there one day Ipul will return Ipul will stay here again with Mama and Papa but not now, now that Ipul wants to find an independent learning experience before Ipul dedicates himself to the Papa company later, Ipul will not go anywhere, Mama and Papa also know where Ipul lives there and you can come whenever you want," the word Ipul gives understanding to the woman he loves the only woman in his heart at this time.
Hanna, did Ipul forget about it? the answer is yes, Ipul forgets Hanna and the story they once lived chose to be friends and often often gives a sign of like on Hanna's social media posts, social media accounts, even Ipul was happy when he saw Hanna taking a picture with a man who Ipul knew was the future husband of the woman, both smiling with a twinkle of happiness that can not be hidden from the radiance of the face of both.
Ah thank goodness! that's what Ipul said when he saw the photo of Hanna, at least the guilt for hurting the woman was slightly treated.
"But until Pul, we won't know what will happen tomorrow or later, what if when you go Mama gets sick and dies."
"Astaghfirullah."
Ipul and Irman Istighfar simultaneously heard the words of women they both loved.
"Why do you think, Ipul doesn't like it!" namel Ipul with a disappointed look did not expect the Mama even lightly said like that as if hoping for bad things to happen.
"Riska you can not say that, your behavior is the same as suppressing your own child what if after this Ipul even became unsettled and the situation that you were talking about even befall him, he said, what do you want to do? better say good so that what our child chooses to be easy anyway he has said will come back," irman advised and gave understanding hope what he said made the woman next to him willing to be a little heartened to let their child back to England.
"Astaghfirullah, forgive Mama," said Riska touched Ipul's arm with a look of regret because he could not control his mouth.
"Mama does not need to apologize, Ipul just ask Mama to pray for Ipul so that every step that Ipul takes becomes light," he said hugging the Mama.
Ipul took a deep breath while drowning his face in her shoulder before he actually had to leave for the airport.
The pulse was already in the car that took him to the airport, a considerable distance that made him have to take a lot of time to get to, he said, do not expect to be fast if now the car he was riding was even stuck in traffic.
"It's not a weekend why it's stuck!" gerutu Ipul peeking the streets filled with various brands of vehicles.
"It looks like the traffic jam is quite severe Den," reported the driver who has worked for his family for quite a long time.
"Ck," Ipul clucked not like the traffic jam they had to face.
Ahhhh! throw a heavy breath while dropping your back to the backrest and then massaging the base of his nose.
A car that moves little by little will certainly not make it to the right time at the airport of his flight soon makes him brainwashed to get to the right time.
His eyes looked at the motors that could still overtake between the cars to bring up an idea.
"Ipul down here sir, will not be hunted because if you wait until the road smoothly," said Ipul hooked the bag to his back.
"Well, what's Aden going to ride?" confused with the driver.
"Jek ride, it's a lot," said Ipul pointed at the motorbike lined up on the side of the road.
"Yes be careful Den," said the driver who was asserted by the child of his employer.
Pulled out of the car and walked quickly to one of the motorcycles that had an owner.
"Huh, uh what the fuck!?" exclaimed the motor owner when he felt someone was occupying his motorbike.
"I'll go to the airport and I'll pay you whatever you ask" Pinta Ipul did not look at the person in front of him.
"Ck, I'm late!" ketus Ipul who apparently already knows who the owner of the motorbike he rode now was he very much remembers the license plate whose motor he dragged until it fell on the side of the road.
Women who invite him noisily with a crisp sound even the face of his judges was still clearly remembered, so do not blame if he who was very pinched is utilizing a ride from the owner of the motorbike.
"Relieve it! come down Lo!" Ralen refuses to get angry and forces Ipul to come down.
"You want to take me or I'm getting worse?!"
Just incredible! Ipul had dared to threaten others he did not know even worse it was a woman, God.
"Lo tuh.."
"With the appearance of Lo and I are much different according to Lo who will be trusted this time?" said Ipul with his cynical smile.
Ralen followed the appearance of only wearing torn jeans and t-shirts and jackets still with the clothes that had been when he met Ipul, who was, while Ipul wears very neat clothes and fragrant perfume has also characterized that the man is not an ordinary person, do not compare! obviously people will trust the rich behind it more.
Ipul removed Ralen's finger that was pointing right in front of his face.
"Wear helmet!" said Ralen who finally chose to survive rather than have to enter the police station on false charges.
"Fuck day!" skink.
"Gue only bring it," said Ipul and then get off the bike.
"Quick move, I'm late," chirped Ipul asking Ralen to shift to the back.
By forced Ralen according to let Ipul take over the motor maticnya.
Ipul also turned on the motor engine and drove it.
"Woi Raleeen." the scream from Ralen's friend who had asked to be picked up by him, the woman grunts as Ralen's motor is getting farther away and invisible.
"Damn Ralen, even run away the same Om-om," grumbled because at a glance earlier he saw that who brought his friend's motorcycle a man.
Congestion still continues to spread along the road as if not to give people a chance to be able to get home immediately and rest after a day of tired grappling with their respective busyness.
While two people who do not know each other but have been met twice in a day are still on the vehicle that brings them to the destination of the rider, the driver, there was no talk of just the passenger's hand holding on to the driver's shirt which he did not know.
The fast speed of the motorbike makes him afraid of falling, although he has often brought the bike but it is undeniable that his guts will be tested when sitting in the bonbar.
The rider felt the hand that held his shirt just glanced back at the practice of focusing on the streets that were slowly getting quieter, his hope to arrive on time would soon be realized in a moment.
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