The Young Guardians of the Heart

Chapters 2. Moving to Jakarta

This morning the weather looks so bright which is inversely proportional to the mood of Nadia who is still sad with the departure of her beloved mother. The girl had just landed at Soekarno Hatta airport with her uncle after an hour and a half of air travel.

Bagas did not want to force the ponakan to just smile because he himself also felt bad with the departure of the brother, the brother, moreover, Nadia as a biological child is certainly much sadder after the departure of the woman who had given birth to her. Half an hour later, a taxi had delivered Bagas with his nephew until it reached Cendrawasih street right in front of his house, seen a housekeeper running forward when he heard and saw the taxi that stopped.

“Welcome to Jakarta, Non Nadia, hopefully non at home Den Bagas, yes. Bibi mourns the passing of non-Nadia's mother. May Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala give the best place on his side, aamiin,” said the housekeeper named Bibi Upi.

“Aamiin,” sela Bagas also guarantee do’a the waiter.

Nadia had been told by her uncle if in their house later in Jakarta there was already a household assistant who would accompany Nadia when Bagas was busy working. Nadia shook hands like a girl from the village, shook Aunt Upi's hand and kissed the middle-aged woman's back in amazement.

“Thank you Bi for doing’anya, insya Allah Nadia will be comfortable staying with Om Bagas here. Aunty also do not hesitate to advise that Nadia made a mistake,” said Nadia by forcing a thin smile on her lips even though deep down it feels like she really can not afford to just lift her lip line.

“Ocee, Non. Ready if the problem of advising advice, aunt mah most good hehehe.” Aunt Upi raised both of her thumbs giving a sign of agreement.

Bagas just smiled to see the work of the waiter who was always able to melt the atmosphere since working at his home.

“Auntie, please take Nadia to her room, yes!” tell Bagas to his servant. The man looked very tired, not to mention that he had felt less rest since his return one day before his brother breathed his last breath.

“Nadia, you just take a break, later when lunch arrives Om will wake up or let Aunt Upi wake you up,” said Bagas while rubbing the black mane of his nephew who only nodded his head according to it without any objection.

Aunt Upi finally delivered Nadia to the room that had been prepared after getting a call from Bagas about the move of his nephew to the housekeeper.

“This room is non Nadia, if you need anything call Aunty yes, Non!” bibi Upi said before going outside from the room that Nadia would be staying in while staying with her uncle.

Nadia saw a bed with pink sheets and there was a study table accompanied by a three-door wood cabinet made of brown teak. The girl stepped onto the bed and dropped her body on the bed. Both eyes looked at the ceiling of the room with the mind that also floated on the mother who had left her.

Without feeling the tears The girl again melted down past her cheeks, and, imagine step by step in the future without any more place to complain because it is impossible he will always confide in the uncle who incidentally so far not too close to him, because he is not too close to him, because Bagas lived in a different city to him.

Suddenly, the girl remembered something. Nadia quickly got up and grabbed the sling bag she was carrying and pulled out the phone that was in there.

“Halo, assalamualaikum. Sorry I forgot to let you know that I am now moving to Jakarta and living with Om Bagas!”