The Mystery of Jovan Love - An Unexpected End
Part One
The Dream of a Brother
The hot sun that was ferocious, suddenly dimmed blocked the black clouds that were marching. The sky was suddenly clouded and the earth followed suit. However, it did not dampen the determination of a boy in a gray white uniform to continue to drive his motor matic.
After turning a few degrees to the left side, the boy drove back his motorbike into an elite residential area. Passing through the first guard post and then he must follow other security check procedures at the second, more stringent guard post. Fortunately the officers at post two were much more amenable to eye sight and more humanist.
The 17-year-old has to improve his patience a little. At the second checkpoint, in addition to being required to show identification, phone number, fill in guest registration including mentioning the intent and purpose, he must also wait for approval from the host to be visited.
Waiting a little bit, not too boring. Because a beautiful and friendly female attendant will accompany her.
Although the age is already three heads, but its beauty and appearance are very refreshing to the eyes.
All the officers at post two must be family women. The rules have been set for Demikain. I don't know what the purpose is.
“Jovan Fuad Kurniawan, please first fill in his guest book.” The beautiful officer in a secuirity uniform and his black hood, spoke while reading the name on the student card that Jovan presented.
Without delaying time, Jovan immediately filled the form in front of him in a slight rush, as the sky grew increasingly blackened. It seems that the rain can no longer bear to immediately come down to wet the earth which is not at all arid.
‘So the rich man turned out to be ribet too. Want to receive guests just like want the arrival of world-level criminals. Though the cave comes in a fine way, neat clothes, handsome face though a little sweaty smell, hihihi.’ Jovan spoke inwardly, laughing at himself.
Shortly after finishing filling out the form, Jovan's heart suddenly thumped hopefully anxiously. Hoping not to be rejected again, because if that happens, then lost his chance to be able to meet his father.
‘May my grandmother's heart and soul be infested by an Angel or at least Fery's kind mother, amiin.’ he continued praying in his heart.
Yeah, Jovan's trying his luck to see his grandmother.
Four previous visits, only once allowed in. The other three times were rejected outright, because Grandma Soraya, was not in the mood to receive guests, let alone Jovan.
‘Maybe it's just a cave, the grandson who wants to meet his grandmother must apply first. It's not necessarily approved either. The world oh the world.. You are sometimes funny adorable, but sometimes make the heart hurt like slashed sembilu, hehehe.’ Jovan again laughed at his tragic fate.
“De Jovan, approximately how long will it take to meet with Mrs Soraya Alarkam?” ask the beautiful officer who likely already has two toddlers, with a sweet smile and a gentle look.
“Ten minutes, Mom. Yes more or less so,” replied Jovan unsure. Then scratch his head that does not itch.
He was confused as to how long it would take. If his grandmother was kind, of course, the whole day was talking no problem. But if his grandmother's heart is demon possessed, a minute is too long. Jovan just wanted to ask me something, nothing more.
“Oke wait a minute yes, Mrs Soraya is setting the score. Please sit down first,!” bargain the friendly attendant with her charming smile.
‘You meet your own grandmother even the time measurement must be arranged first. Crazy one! the other grandson was free to play at his grandmother's house. Not even a few live together. Well caves? oh my God!’ Jovan mengedumel in heart while dropping his ass on the available chitose chair.
“De, Mrs Soraya only allows 6 minutes. Calculated since ade massaging doorbell.” The officer, Sonia, returned after reading a short message on her phone screen.
“Ready Bu!” Jovan immediately stood up in a perfect manner, like the ceremonial leader. “Thank you for your help,” he continued while greeting Ms. Sonia. And a reply smile that was no less sweet, rose from the lips of the gray white man.
“Sorry, De Jovan his son Mr Fuad, isn't it?” Ms. Sonia asked as she attached her gaze to examine Jovan's body from the tip of her hair to the floor she stepped on. Brow wrinkled.
“Betul, similar yes, Mom? hehehe.” Jovan replied casually.
“Yes,” Bu Sonia enthusiastic. “If you were the same age, you would be thought to be identical twins. But..” Ms. Sonia did not continue her words.
“But why, Mom?” Jovan.
“I'm his special grandson. You must use the guest card. Oh yes sorry, afraid of testing, I went to grandma's house first, Mom.” Jovan back off.
“Oh yes please.” Sonia smiled as she drove Jovan back on her bike.
‘Sabar, Jo. Don't worry and don't give up. It's for your future and both ade lu. Once the screen grows unabated struggle let alone have to go home with worry. Fight for your rights as the granddaughter of the family of Ibrahim Alarkam, Middle East oil tycoon, hehehehe.’ The left side of Jovan's heart goes manas-manasin.
A few seconds later, the faithful matic accompanied Jovan since the first grade of Junior High, speeding slowly away from the checkpoint. Continuing his journey to one of the most end-of-the-line houses in the elite housing complex.
“Walau just a glance, anyone can guess that he's Pak Fuad's son. His son, probably because he was young. But, I'm sure, Mr. Fuad must have been all that high school time. Strange, why follow the procedure of visiting guests? Not all family members have family cards. What happened to Mr Fuad and his son?” Ms. Sonia muttered to herself while staring at the student card Jovan left behind.
With speed matching instructions and regulations of no more than 30KM/H, Jovan crossed a super flat and slippery asphalt road. If the sun is shining, then along the way it will still feel shady. Bougainvil, Nusa Indah, Cinnamon and Palm Raja neatly lined up will protect anyone passing under it from the heat of the sun.
"Who do you want to see, Jo? Grandmom. Since when did he acknowledge you as his grandson. You still haven't noticed either? Ngaca bro, ngaca! No way Grandma Soraya who was born from a purple bloodline with an inheritance that will not run out of nine derivatives, has a grandchild as poor as you! See your motor? It is not worth calling a motor. But old iron! hahahaha’ Jovan is still dissatisfied mocking herself.
Not until five minutes, Jovan had arrived in front of a house that model and size slightly different from other buildings. The gate looks very prominent too. More sturdy, magnificent and luxurious with Middle Eastern ornaments dominated by ivory and golden yellow.
Jovan parked his matic on the right side of the gate. The old motorbike was not allowed into the inner courtyard of his grandmother's house. Although it is not written in the rules offered by the security section earlier, but he already knows.
A year ago, on my first visit. Jovan was forced to take out his motorbike again, because there was no need for junk to be parked in the courtyard of the house that was almost similar to the palace of Abu Nawas fairy tale.
Actually Jovan is on a silly and reckless mission. Her mother repeatedly forbade her to come closer let alone into her grandmother's house. Even if there is a very urgent interest.
Jovan was still forced to break his mother's message, because he could not bear to see his sister who was very sick, whining and crying every time he called his father.
It's been over a month. Mr. Fuad, his father doesn't come home. Without news and without leaving any money for his wife and three children. Jovan didn't come to ask for money. Just wanted her dad to go home to his 5-year-old sister. The presence of his father is believed to be the most efficacious remedy for his sister.
Jovan took off his helmet and tidied up his hair, face and clothes. Then walk closer to the bell button attached to one of the gate pillars.
A smile on his lips. A hope was implied on his face.
Sorya's grandmother, who had rejected her three times, was kind enough to allow her to massage the magic bell today. Even if it's only 6 minutes, it's much better than not being accepted at all.
The reckless boy took a deep breath, then pointed his hand at the red yellow button.
“Bismillahi rohim”.
And the bell rang three times.
Jovan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. His mind was suddenly in a frenzy, guessing what would happen inside. Will she treat him better or worse than before?
'O Allah, protect Your servant from all things that are frightening and painful, Amen, O Robbal Alamin.' Jovan prayed in his heart, gazing at the blackened sky. The gust of wind was getting louder shaking all the pepohanan around it.
Before long, the side door of the gate that was approximately one meter wide, opened slowly.
'May my efforts pick up the dream of the sister does not end in vain.' Jovan was still hopeful before entering the door that only fit for one adult.
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