There is No Need for Love

S2: The Land of Birth

The journey continues, still Asrul who holds the steering wheel, occasionally Asrul glances at the glass that is above his head, looking at the wife who is engrossed with his chips, he said, no sound was heard except the sound of chips breaking in Risda's mouth, Asrul could only shake his head, astonished to see his wife who seemed unwilling to stop chewing the chips in his hands.

Still in Bonjol, the atmosphere is difficult to silence, Natalia and Risda are just as asleep, Haris also seems to have started to sleepy, Asrul no longer invites his father-in-law to chat, Asrul hopes Haris also fall asleep, Asrul no longer invites his father-in-law to talk, that way he can bring out his racing style, at least before dawn can reach Panyabungan.

But now, it is Haris who talks a lot, Asrul only answers yes and not only, until Asrul stops at the Parkumpulan Mosque, both equally down to the restroom, while Natalia and Risda still remain with their own beautiful dreams.

Just a moment, the journey continued, still Haris who talked a lot, but it was not long, so left Lubuk Attacking, Haris really fell asleep. Asrul quite often glanced, so sure that Haris had indeed fallen asleep, Asrul also started his racing action.

Quickly the car controlled by Asrul had passed Panti, not until thirty minutes had reached Rao, but Asrul had to forget his racing taste when Rao was really left behind, the streets began to be a little less friendly, and the road was not good enough, even unconsciously, accidentally, Asrul hit a pretty hole.

This surge made Haris wake up, Asrul glanced back for a while, Asrul was somewhat relieved because the two behind only moved a little and then resumed their respective sleep, now Asrul must be more concerned, there is even a road that cannot be chosen at all, almost entirely hole.

“It turns out not changed ya Rul ?”.

Asrul slightly frowned. “Means Well ?”.

Haris laughed a little. “The sign is already in Sumut”.

Asrul laughed. “But the word Big Bone, Rohim Bone, from Pasar Maga to Sidimpuan is not so severe anymore Well. Even if there is, he said not so bad. But, Asrul does not know too, it has been five years also not here”.

Haris laughed again. “Five years yes Rul”.

Asrul nods his head. “It's been five years also Yah”.

Haris laughed again. “If Dad has been how many years yes, 6 less 48, means it has been 42 yes. It's been a long time since it turned out”.

Asrul laughed. “It's not long time Well, long time very”.

Both are laughing the same. Haris so dag dig dug, there is a sense of impatience now, want to quickly get to the city of Sibolga, want to see again how the city where he was born, 42 years turned out, it turns out, it had been 42 years Haris had left the city, and had only now returned, for too long.

“What time is Rule ?”.

Asrul glanced at the clock in his hand. “Still at 02.00 WIB Yah”.

Haris nods his head. “If there is lodging we just stop Rul, it is easy to have an empty room, just rest first, tomorrow morning we continue”.

Asrul nods his head. “We try to stop at the inn in Dalan Layang that alone Well, there may be later”.

Haris nods his head. “Bby Rul”.

And the incident again, when at odds with the truck, Asrul could not pay attention clearly, the car was again greeted by a hole, which was quite decent. Even making Natalia and Risda wake up, Asrul shook his head, Haris also clucked, he knew Asrul could not dodge.

“What the hell is Bang. How to ride a horse like this ?”. Risda protest.

Asrul laughed at Risda's protest. “Kuda what the heck Dek”.

“This is the way”.

Asrul laughed again. “That's mah lobang”.

“Kok no hole ?”.

Asrul just shook his head, not knowing what else to answer. Risda looked out, there was a sense of surprise, he did not expect the way so, Risda's feeling was not like this, it seemed Natalia was the same, now both were engrossed in watching the streets, there was no intention to sleep anymore.

“This road what's its name Bang ?”.

Asrul. “No idea, what's his name Well ?”. Asrul even nanya Haris.

Haris shook his head. “Sumatera Cross Road ya”.

Risda laughed at his father's answer, but Risda found it funny, when there was a traffic street, usually the name was synonymous with some things, the most popular name of the hero, but Risda finally chose to chuck it, whatever the name, which is clearly the way forward.

True it turns out, once in Pasar Maga, the streets began to improve, but Asrul no longer had the taste of racing, because everything was awake, even though talking only occasionally, only, but all of them no longer tried to close their eyes, even now the same pay attention to the area they passed.

“Well, here's Dek”'s pesantren.

Risda slightly straightened her body. “All this Bang ?”.

“The school is left only, the right one is the cottage where the male santri lives, they are so here, the female only who drami”.

Risda continued to pay attention, the car was slowing down, Asrul deliberately so that Risda could see with all her content, the car continued to walk and a few minutes later Asrul turned left, making a left, enter the hotel they were talking about with Haris before.

It turns out there, all the same down. Asrul understands why his father-in-law took three rooms, which means Asrul and Risda went to one room. Asrul just took a small bag and headed straight for the room with Risda. Asrul is of course quite sleepy now, sleep is a very brilliant choice.

But what to say, Asrul can not immediately close his eyes, wriggling Risda for Asrul so react, even in a tired condition, it turns out that one business is also, as well, after that, they both closed their eyes, fell asleep.

Asrul almost jumped, why not. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the watch in his hand, it turned out to be 08.55 WIB, it may have been said at 09.00 WIB, it should have been his stomach demo, Asrul patted slowly Risda cheek.

“Build Deck, it's nine ini”.

Risda opened her eyes slightly. “What Time is Bang ?”.

Asrul brought his watch closer, Risda's eyes immediately glared, hurriedly stood up and went straight to the bathroom, Asrul finally caught up and immediately took the same bath, a super-fast shower movement, a very fast shower movement, because Risda has also been very feeling the movement of his stomach to ask in the contents.

Both are the same out, fortunately indeed, Asrul and Risda immediately found Haris and Natalia who were in the hotel cafe, both the same followed, and the same followed, the same order and the same eat breakfast each without spending a word.

Wanting to hurry, once finished breakfast, just a distance of not thirty minutes, everything is the same to the car, this time Haris who took the wheel, walking not so fast towards the city of Sibolga, Sibolga, not many stories that appear until entering the city of Padangsidimpuan.

“We stop by where is Rul?”.

Asrul. “Will just go home Well, Bones again are not here, Small Bones are also not here he said, Asrul had contacted earlier”.

Asrul nods his head. “Iya Well, just go straight”.

Asrul it does not seem appropriate to pass by, since from Lumban Dolok Siabu earlier, Asrul has contacted his mother's brother who still lives in Padangsidimpuan City, there are two more people, there are two more people, his mother's eldest brother and his mother's youngest brother whom they used to call Little Bone.

But two of them are not there, now again a school holiday, the two Asrul uncles are also on vacation, even the Little Bone road to Bukit Tinggi, must have been last night they were at odds on the road, and they were on the road, but each other doesn't know each other.

The city of Padangsidimpuan passed already, can only slowly pass through parsalakan, not only because the road is uphill, but indeed the current is dense, let alone there are three trucks that walk hand in hand in front of them, with the winding terrain of the road, it would be difficult to get through.

But Haris is not just a driver. With various efforts to peek at the opportunity, Haris was finally able to pass the three trucks before entering the tourist area of Parsariran, Batang Toru.

“Nevent want to buy salak ?”.

Natalia and Risda looked at each other. “Successful father only”. Risda answered.

“You Rule ?”.

Asrul. “Neither, not what Yah”.

Haris did not answer again, he continued to run the car without stopping, because Haris was also less with salak, but indeed, to speed still can not be done, can not do, even jammed and stopped long enough in the center of Batang Toru market, there is no gap to walk.

After successfully passing the market, Haris slightly accelerated the speed of the vehicle, wanted it to stay the same, wanted to be fast until, eager to see the city of his birth, Haris's impatience increased, and so on, the further away it leaves Batang Toru, the speed of the vehicle is increasing.

The car easily crosses the border of South Tapanuli and Central Tapanuli, Anggoli. Sibabangun also quickly passed, Pinang Sori also so, even quickly they have reached Huta Balang, Haris continues to increase speed until Huta Balang passes easily.

When passing through the scenery of Hajoran, Risda's smile is rather fluffy, looking at the sea reminds Risda of his childhood who always went with his mother to the beach, almost every week even. The beach is their pavorite place to spend a holiday on the weekend.

But, Haris' heart beat very fast when entering Pandan City, Haris' hands and feet are now even trembling, has tried to neutralize it, but Haris can not, his hands and feet are even more vibrating, and even more shaking, until Haris can barely control him anymore.

Haris could not, he pulled over the car that made everyone ask questions, because everyone was sure their destination had not arrived, Asrul had been here, even often, often, so know that this is not the city of Sibolga at all.

“Why Well ?”. Asrul finally spoke as well.

Haris shakes. “Daddy shaking Rul, you bring”.

Although shook his head, Asrul came down as well, the two changed positions now, Haris went to the place that Asrul had occupied and Asrul now held the steering wheel to continue the journey. Asrul was sure, moreover this was not Asrul's first experience in this area.

“Where did we go Yah ?, to Tukka or directly to Sibolga ?”.

Haris looked at Asrul for a moment. “Live to Sibolga only Rul”.

“Sibolga we where Well ?”.

“Jalan Gambolo, you know ?”.

Asrul nods his head. “Ease Asrul has not forgotten”.

Haris just laughed a little, he knew that Asrul had been here a lot, maybe Asrul did know the address Haris meant. While Natalia and Risda who were sitting in the back could only choose silence, because both of them were completely blind to this area, they had only first arrived here.

The eyes of Natalia and Risda who continued to pay attention to everything that could be seen outside the car window, Natalia pointed towards the mountain, Risda came to see, both of them were smiling, there was a big writing on the top of the mountain, and there was a big writing on the top of the mountain, Sibolga Fish City. That means, they have reached the city that is headed.

“Yang like this so trand now yes Ma, where is there”.

Natalia nods her head. “But it's good right ?”.

Risda nodded her head. “But the pity that made Ma, must be tired of carrying the material up to that, it must be the weight of the material”.

Natalia shakes. “The name also works, yes, so. Want to say what, they are also because they can Ris, if not, where might also”.

Risda nodded his head as well, but still imagining how those working on it must have been so difficult, the mountain was tall and seemingly steep. It must take a struggle to get there, while the road just bring the body somehow, this brings material anyway, Risda shook her head, can not imagine.

It turns out Asrul still remembered, the proof he turned left and entered Gambolo Street, the heart of Haris increasingly uncertain, he saw left and right, everything seemed to change, Asrul aggravated the car, the car, even very slowly, because sure his father-in-law is looking for an address.

“Next Well ?”. Asrul asked as he got to the crossroads.

“Further Rul, just keep”.

Asrul took a car across R. Suprapto, Asrul also know that there is a unique road here, which is divided by R Street. Suprapto did not change the name of the road, so it is known that there is a mountain direction, there is a sea direction, this Gambolo road for example, which is the direction to B. C. King named Gambolo mountain direction, mountain direction, which leads to the sea called Gambolo towards the sea, amazingly again, the village is also different.

Jalan Gambolo sea direction is in Pambiran Pinang Village, while the Gambolo road of the mountain is in Pambir Kerambil Village, and not only Gambolo road, there are several more roads that are so, Aso Aso Street, Kakap Street, Shark Street and some roads in Rear Market Village and Shower Cart Village.

“We're at home that green fence Rul, which there is a bamboo fence it”.

“Can go to his page Well ?”.

Haris shakes. “Nggak Rul, roadside parking course”.

Asrul nodded, stopping the vehicle right on the side of the fence of the house pointed at Haris, Asrul caught a glimpse before really turning off the vehicle, indeed at all the car will not be able to enter, Asrul saw a glimpse before really turning off the vehicle, the page is very small that can only accommodate motorcycles, especially there are many plants that narrow the land.

Asrul closed all the glass and became the last person to go down, fortunately Risda waited, otherwise Asrul could walk himself into the yard of the house. Asrul looked around, there was a sense of pity as well, if you know before, why his grandfather-in-law's sister's house was fixed, Asrul's mind.

Haris heart is not at all calm, he feels careless when setting foot on the ground, Haris long enough to look at this house, the house where he grew up, Haris also looks at the house next to him, Haris also looks at the house next door, his father's rented house, the house where he was born, the house that has many memories with his father and mother, although he was a child when he left here, but Haris still remembers everything.

How not, only the plants that crowded the fence changed, the bamboo tree too, this used to be very small. But the rest is still the same, even the door of the house has not changed, the window leaves are still the same, that means, the door and shutters are more than 45 years old, he said, older than Natalia.

Haris was indeed a smile, but the corner of his eyes there were revolting out, Haris did not expect, after so many years, even when he was almost aging, it turned out that he could still set foot here, he could not expect, to his homeland, his childhood land.

…. Connect …