The Woman of My Past

Episode 9 Travel

The trip I took about 1 hour 30 minutes from the beach of Teluk Penyu Cilacap Regency to the beach Logending Kebumen Regency. I enjoyed this trip. Along the way this morning, I rode my motorcycle alone and enjoyed the beautiful expanse of nature paintings. The sound of the waves of the Logending beach greeted me, giving the rhythm of the natural tone that shahdu between the sound of vehicles passing by.

Exactly at 08.00 WIB I arrived at the tourist location of Logending Beach. The house of Fira's parents I'm going to visit is near. I turned off my motorcycle engine. I got off my motorcycle. I parked my motorcycle. I asked the locals.

"Nuwun sewu sir. Kulo badhe tanglet, niki niki nggih?" (Excuse me sir. I want to ask you, which address is this?) I asked while presenting a paper containing the home address of Fira's parents.

"Oh sir Rudyanto. Niku mbak, straight mawon ngetan 100 meters. Onten Gapura brother, mlebet mawon." (Oh mr. Rudyanto. It's straight down east 100 meters. There will be a red gate, enter it)

There are enough people on my way. It turned out to be quite easy to find the address of Mr. Rudyanto's house. He was a former Admiral of the Navy. Naturally, he was so easily found. 

I swerved my motorcycle in the Red Gate. There's someone on the side of the road. I went down and asked for another address.

"Nuwun sewu bu, niku bener griyonipun pak Rudyanto?" (Excuse me ma'am, is that really Rudyanto's house?)

"Jih leres." (Yes right.)

I parked my motorcycle in his yard. I'm heading for the door.

"Assalamualaikum." I said while knocking on the door of the dark brown house made of Teak wood.

"The door of a beautiful house with beautiful carvings typical of Jepara." Mumbles.

The door leaf creaked slowly. The sound of friction of the door leaves with a loud floor was heard among the roar of the dry wind in September.

Seeming to gush brown-skinned hand is pulling the door leaf. The figure of a thin man, walking straight, tall with white hair that dominates to spray between his black hair.

"Who's looking?" asked the white-haired man, his voice heavy.

"Is this really Rudyanto's house?"

"Sorry sir, I'm Liana, the batik businessman from Cilacap. Can I have a visit?"

"Batik entrepreneur? Where's the kid?" Instantly hearing the word Cilacap made Mr. Rudyanto interested.

"The lights are near Turtle Bay sir." I answered with a sincere smile.

"Please let Liana in." Said Mr. Rudyanto kindly.

I sat on a teak chair with Jepara carvings. The living room measuring 2x3 meters looks ethnic with 4 seats made of teak wood. I sat opposite Rudyanto.

"This child.se..per.ti su.dah I know before, but look where it is. I'm sorry, may I know the name of Liana's mother?" Ask Mr. Rudyanto with an impatient stammer.

"My mother's name is Azqiya Saphyra." I answered while showing her smile on her tiny lips.

Instantly, Mr. Rudyanto shed tears that were so swift that they were unstoppable in his eyelids that began to wrinkle.

"Who is Rudyanto crying?" My mind was shocked to see the man of a navy who could shed such tears. There must be a heavy burden on his shoulders.

***

This book is a reference to this novel.

Want to ask for his book and get 11 amazingly useful bonuses contact WA 081227298941