THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

The Winhern family trail 1

Victoria-style minimalist house located in the Khayangan charm complex stands majestically. The decoration of the sky blue and white color reinforces the classic impression. Elegant, attractive and soothing to the eyes. I looked at this house many times, my feeling is that this house must be Jordan Winhern's. I haven't opened a whatsapp from Jordan last night that explains his home address. He just said that the benchmark of his house is a cake and bread store in the right corner.

Johans Winhern greeted me kindly when I saw me standing in front of the gate of the house. He exited towards the gate after reading my message on Whatsapp.

"Come Bang! the delay outside could melt later! it's hot outside!"

"This gate is indeed an extraordinary brother, for the sake of a cousin who needs a reference, brother willing to heat up here," he said.

I'm just smiling. Oh my God, again he believed in my story, hehehe.

Quickly, Jordan turned on the AC and prepared a cold drink for me. The hot weather outside made me have to wipe the sweat many times. I'm afraid Noura, I hope he doesn't melt either. The beauty threw her body on the soft sofa neatly arranged in the middle room. I'm starting to worry, lest Jordan or any of his family members here can see Noura.

"You're home alone? where's your parents?" tanyaku is stale.

"They are outside. Mama is still in Bandung taking care of the family clinic. Papa just left this morning to Medan for business. Just relax here, Bang. I'm alone koq!"

"You don't mind sharing references with me?" ask again.

"Of course not. Go ahead, Bang!"

I looked at Noura's face which had been watching Jordan Winhern sitting next to her. I'm a little relieved, because it looks like Jordan isn't as sensitive as I am. He could not see Noura.

"We'll have lunch first, Bang! I'm getting hungry!" Jordan took me to the dining table.

A veiled woman as old as my mother appeared from the kitchen and prepared rice and side dishes on the table. While sitting down and enjoying lunch, Jordan told me again about his family. About the busyness of his mother and father, about Josephine, his twin brother also about his extended family.

I glanced again at Noura who was sitting on the empty seat beside me. He looked very seriously at Jordan Winhern.

"I agree with you, Bayu. This young man must be one of the descendants of Frans Winhern. The shape of his jaw and facial lines are similar to that of Mr Frans Winhern, a young man, " whispered Noura.

I glanced at him and nodded my head. Jordan kept telling stories. Still about his extended family, he told his grandparents who also worked as teachers, about his childhood life in the Netherlands.

"Papa was the third of three children. His first brother was a lawyer and worked in one of the legal aid agencies and lived in Switzerland, his second brother was an elementary school teacher, living in Amsterdam with Opa and Oma, and the third is Papa."

"Oh yes, very interesting. Your mama must be beautiful!"my word. Scroll a photo of Mama and her papa on display in the corner of the closet. A very harmonious couple, equally beautiful and handsome. The bule-faced Papa is similar to the Hollywood actor who I forgot his name, while his mother has a typical Asian beauty with a sweet face, tanned skin, and mature, long black hair and a small and cute posture.

"Three years after they met, they got married. Then Papa brought Mama to live in Amsterdam after marriage. She quit her job as a doctor and focused on being a stay-at-home mom in Amsterdam until me and Josephine were born" she explained.

"It was only after Josephine and I became teenagers that Mama began her career as a doctor. Oh yes, as a Journalist, Papa had moved around the task and lived in several countries. Mama and Josephine visited several countries. We had three years living in Switzerland, then visited India, to South Africa, the Philippines, Nepal, Malaysia and finally Indonesia" Jordan explained.

"Wow, it must be very interesting to live in different places, can learn customs and diverse cultures," I said amazed.

"Yes. Especially for Indonesia, Mama and Papa agreed to stay here for a long time. Then Mama and Papa decided to move me and Josephine to school here. We stayed in Jakarta and moved to Depok. At that time Mama also got an offer from her extended family to take care of her family's clinic in Bandung. Be we accompany Mama back and forth Depok-Bandung."

"I went to school in Depok from Junior High School to High School and settled here until now. Josephine decided to return to Amsterdam and stayed with Oma and Opa when she graduated High School to continue her studies at Utrech."

"And you're still staying here because you haven't gotten permission to study music, right?" tanyaku.

"Haha...That's right, Bang. Mama and Papa have not given the green light for me to study in the music department, but I really want to....."

"Then I stayed here while waiting for Mama and Papa to give permission. Oh yes, in addition to teaching at La Vita, I also became a teacher for street children. I became a volunteer who gave lessons at an institution that cares about the fate of street children" he said.

"Wow...Justjust wonderful. You are so cool! I am proud of you! you still make time for those who need education. I'm so embarrassed..."

"Well, let's just say that what I'm doing is a form of return for what my ancestors did in this republic hehehehe. I also feel very comfortable and comfortable living here. Especially in Depok, where my great-grandfather lived and settled, and was finally forced to return to Amsterdam after the terrible events that happened here,"

"Gedoran's Event?" my many.

"Did you know about the incident?" Jordan was surprised to hear my question. He seems so enthusiastic.

"Of course I know. I read a lot about the history of Depok and including the past life in this region" I replied steadily.

Seriate.