The Way to Find You

Comfortable place

Back to set foot here.the place I've left for a month . There is a longing that rises in the chest. I couldn't help but feel happy when I got home. After getting down from the travel car that drove me, I stood up as I looked around the yard. It feels like I left home for a long time.

'' Baby, you're home son" the voice of my mother who just came out of the main door.

" Ma kangen" I said, directly hugging the middle-aged woman, who I would always say was beautiful.

" how come home do not say "continue mama who still hugs me.

" it would be a surprise ma "my answer as I let go of the hug and offered a sweetest smile to the most beautiful woman in my life.I did not report my return to the house.

" what are you riding ?"

" just now, Pake travel.just go travelnya".

" yes let's go in "

" ntar first, Widi take the suitcase" said I who immediately took the suitcase.

" ma, ask Marni please make this cardboard dong" I asked

" Mar" exclaimed mother called mbak marni. shortly after a woman about 40 years out of the house.

" what's wrong mom ?"

" that helps Widi liftin dus"

" well ma'am "he replied with a step that came straight to me.

" Eh non Widi has come home, how are you saying non?" ask mbak marni while greeting me.

" well mbak.mbak itself how is it going".

" healthy non"

" thank God, please lift this Widi yes mbak"

" thank you mbak" I said as I walked with the suitcase I dragged.

" same-same" said mbak marni yamg still heard.

I entered the house by walking side by side with my mother, relieved to feel, when I set foot again in this house. Not a luxurious house like a palace as in the stories. Just a simple house, but here is my most comfortable place. Where I go home, leaning on my body and heart. releasing all the feelings that are confined to my chest.when tired, disappointed, injured, and also when happy full of laughter. Here I'm pouring it all out.

" done ma, papa lian hasn't come home yet ? " i asked who found the house still quiet even though it was almost evening.

" papa said overtime, 7 o'clock might come home. if Lian was saying goodbye to go to Fandi's house".

" oh, Midi take a shower first huh ma. Want to rest for a while too. really tired."

" yes already there shower, mama want to help Marni cook for dinner.you want in masakin what ?"

" What aja ma, if the mama who cook all also delicious" . my praise, because the cuisine of mama is always good. Mama just smiled.

" Widi to the top first ma"

" yes"

I climbed the stairs, headed for the room. Arriving inside the room, my eyes went around the room still with the same view. Everything was neat and still in an unchanging position. I put the suitcase in the corner of the room. Walked to my bed. Comfortable, the feeling that creeps through my body when I fall down.

" i really miss this bed" I muttered to myself".

When my eyes closed, I felt comfort. I remembered something that was now coiled around my neck.I held a heart-shaped pendant. The corner of my lips was interested, there was happiness in there. Looks like something is left behind. Should I go back and get it ?. But I'm not sure it could just be a sense of comfort that will evaporate as time passes.

Never mind, let Haris be a beautiful story engraved in my heart. Not for me just to admire. It's time for the heart to pull away from all the flavors wrapped in the wound story. Haris has helped to accept and reconcile with the story of the past . And enough I lamented all. I will not waste all that I have passed with Haris. I have to be happy because Haris wants my happiness not my tears.

Get out of bed after the fatigue is slightly reduced. Step into the bathroom. Flushing my body with cold water, the coolness greeted this body. Fatigue due to travel away evaporates from the body. I spent a lot of time in the bathroom.

After the shower I returned to the room. changed clothes, and then returned to the body. still with a towel on the head. Without feeling I slept.