There is No Need for Love

The World Is Too Narrow To Hide

Haris looked back at Asrul clingy, he was sure that if Asrul would keep the promise they made, whatever the reason, Haris was not ready to open everything to Risda, there was a great fear that pursued him.

“Father must have been surprised to see Risda for the first time, I am sure that, because Risda's face is no different from the face of Aunt Lia”.

Haris could already laugh a little. “Fathers like being struck by Rul” lightning.

Asrul laughed. “I've guessed that. But, since the first day you met, Mr. Nas long time did not come, why ?”.

Haris shakes. “You'll think there Rul”.

“Initially not Mr. Nas, but now it's precisely the mind”.

Haris laughed again. “Father was dazed at that time, very confused, so you immediately took a leave and flew to Jakarta, ensuring Risda”.

Asrul chuckled and nodded his head. Asrul could imagine now, how surprised Haris was when he saw Risda, that was certainly very certain.

Haris now who actually feels surprised, usually people who participate in programs like this are those who come from simple families, or maybe even families who are less able, but what with Asrul.

Haris knows who and how his friend's Great family, a family that has an above-average economic level. The late grandfather of Asrul, his father Agung is the owner and manager of 40 SPBU businesses spread almost all over Java, even in Bali and Nusa Tenggara.

After the departure of his father, Agung who manages the activities of 40 SPBU, while Asrul's grandmother, his mother Agung, was not just a specialist, a specialist doctor, but also the owner of 3 clinics and 1 famous hospital in Jakarta.

Even that is not enough, the Agung family has resorts in Nusa Tenggara and Sumatra, it is not so strange as it sounds, how the descendants of people like that today are in the interior of North Kalimantan.

“So, why did you come here, your father allowed ?”.

Asrul just smiled and nodded his head. “Daddy no problem Mr. Nas”.

“People don't mind you here ?”. Haris is confused.

Asrul nodded. “No Sir. Dad no problem”.

Haris shakes. “Entah what is the content of Agung”'s mind.

Asrul laughs, Asrul believes that if Haris says that because he knows exactly how the Asrul family in Jakarta, questions Haris gives a signal to Asrul that Haris knows his family.

Things are different with her friends, including Risda. They have absolutely no idea how Asrul really is, because during school to college, Asrul still chose to ride an angkot or motorcycle taxi.

Asrul carries a car only if accompanying his mother or a maid in rum only shopping, even then only once a week, the rest of Asrul never wear it, even when there is a promise to play futsal, and then only once a week, Asrul prefers to ride the motorcycle, even though there is a car at home, which even letters on his behalf.

The reason Asrul is quite simple, so he is freer anywhere to go, to a narrow alley for example, try if you use a car, the trip will be limited, even friends can also be limited as well, too, Asrul doesn't want that.

“What are you pursuing here”.

“Experience”.

Haris shakes.”Is there any intention to be a teacher ?”.

Asrul bobbin head. “Lack in fact Sir. Back from here I intend to go to college again Sir, I am more interested in becoming a lecturer like Uncle”.

“Good too indeed. Plan where to take the S2 ?”.

“In Jakarta only Pak”.

Haris looked at the old Asrul. “Why not go out of the country just”.

Asrul. “Nggak lah Pak, ngapain, in Jakarta alone is quite”.

Haris also shook his head, this is the ring that indicates Haris is still unable to drain his hermitage, how Asrul wants to die in this interior, after college he is enough to take over some of his father's efforts, all finished.

“That takes over the management of the same Clinic whose Hospital is Rul ?”.

“Mama”.

“Your mother ?”.

Asrul nodded. “Mama is also a doctor sir, now mama handles everything, even Mama has opened a new hospital in Surabaya”.

“Why didn't you go to medical school yesterday ?”.

Asrul. “I blood phobia Pak”.

Haris laughed. “No way to be a doctor too yes, blood phobia doctor” period.

Asrul also laughed.”That's him Sir. But, my two-second sister is now in college at medis”.

“Indeed you sister brother how much ?”.

Asrul laughed again. “KB Sir, Large Family. We have 7”.

Haris looked surprised, opening her mouth. “7 People ?”.

“The smallest ?”.

“Now still SD”.

Haris the head girder. “Rarely it, there is his son doctor lot”.

“At least one Sir, Mama I”.

Haris and Asrul both laughed. Haris was certainly surprised, so many doctors he knew, he had never found any of his children up to 7 like that, so far the most that Haris knows is the doctor who served in the plantation clinic, his son 4 people.

“Your mother who is Rul ?”.

“Mama of North Sumatra Pak”.

“Medan ?”.

Asrul bobbin head. “Not Sir, Padangsidimpuan”.

Haris nods his head, he certainly knows Padangsidimpuan, although only ever seen on the map, but clearly, Haris makes sure that he has at least passed the city, or even stopped in the city, when his father left his hometown to go to Bandar Lampung, must have gone through the city.

“Back to your mother's village ?”.

Asrul nodded. “Often Sir, at least once every two years, Grandpa still there”.

“Your grandfather still has ?”.

Asrul nods his head. “Grandmother also just died two years ago, not long”.

Haris just nodded. “Your mother means”.

Asrul nods his head. “Mandailing Batak, Lubis”.

Haris only nods his head, Lubis does include the Mandailing clan, equal to his family, Haris' father used to say so, Haris did not know the full info, which he knew was just that.

Haris looked at Asrul again, remembering the face of Agung, it turned out that he often went to Padangsidimpuan, his village-in-law. Haris has even been a few years, is almost 46 years old, but has never been to North Sumatra, especially the City of Sibolga, even though there is Uncle and Aunt.

Now Haris who shook his head, he even met his son in the interior, now he tells a story with his best friend's son in the interior as well. Asrul and Risda seem familiar, they may not know if their parents are friends as well.

Haris used to fly here, to Kalimantan with the aim to get away from all the stories and history about him. But, today what fact, Haris met with people who are closely related to his life story.

True, Haris only realized now, what he tried to avoid was meaningless at all, in fact, wherever he went history would follow and even follow faithfully. True said the wise man, the world is too narrow to be a hiding place.

Haris even felt, he had transformed into a child and nephew who could be called ungodly perhaps, until now, Haris never even intended to visit his uncle and aunt in Sibolga, Sibolga, though in terms of financial ability and time Haris can do it easily.

Now Haris thinks long, it's time to make plans to go there in the near future, it would be better to invite Natalia to come with him, or even better to bring Risda, Haris is very sure, if the two important people in his life have not even visited there, like him.

“You know Rul, the father was actually born in the city of Sibolga, the age of two years more or less recently the father was brought to Bandar Lampung”.

Asrul somewhat delirious, he knew exactly the city, the beach area that many people visit, Asrul even every return home to his grandfather's village, would definitely visit the city, would visit the city, since there were his mother's siblings and siblings living there, they must have visited.

“Sibolga City ?. Asrul knows it sir, even often there”.

Haris is ticking. “Because Rul ?”.

Asrul laughed loudly. “Never again Sir, often even. Every to Sidimpuan, we must be there, there are siblings and siblings mother”.

“Oh yes, in Sibolga where is Rul ?”.

Asrul was still a faint smile. “If his brother's mother was in Baringin City his family name sir, if his sister's mother was a bit into, Pasar Tukka”.

Haris's hair immediately brushed, said Tukka made Haris' chest swish and vibrate violently, his childhood there, although Haris did not remember anything else, because it had left Tukka when he was two years old.

But, Haris knows that place, it's Margaretha's mother's village, whether her grandparents are still there, Haris can't guarantee it, while her father and mother have been gone for a long time, both of them died without ever returning there after leaving him.

But the other family still exists. Haris is very confident, if he managed to get there, he would be able to find his mother's family, because according to his uncle Jamil, Tukka is not as extensive as he thought, everything can easily find information there, he said, moreover, the community is also very open.

Haris's eyes became hot, but he tried his hardest to hold it. The best option is to go back to Basecamp. Haris is not sure anymore back to East Kotawaringin, the day is too late in the afternoon, tonight you should stay in the basecamp only.

Excuse me, Asrul saluted and kissed the back of Haris' hand, Haris just patted the back of Asrul's soft back, the deal was clear, Asrul had to be silent, not to leak anything to Risda, because Haris is not sure Risda can take it well.

Haris stepped away, on the truck that took him to the basecamp, Haris was defeated, his tears collapsed as well, had been very trying, but Haris was completely unable to hit him, the tears were pouring out, completely unbearable.

Haris is now so longed for his uncle Jamil and his aunt Mila, his aunt Mila's move back to Sibolga who originally lived in Bandar Lampung already Haris know, so yesterday when in Lampung was not looking for the aunt, because Haris knew, his aunt Mila was not there anymore.

How did his uncle Jamil know after twenty-two years of not meeting?, Haris's mind was really tangled. Regret?, yes, true what the crowd says, regret always comes too late, pain.

The longing was now so piercing, even so deep, that Haris had to press down on his chest, holding back his strong heart rate, everything became like punching at him, Haris in pain, heartache whose cure has not been found at all.

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