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Goodbye

Anitha got up and did the dawn prayer. He packed up and headed for the hotel lobby. He left the hotel lobby and looked for a taxi to Sultan Syarif Kasim airport.

Anita searches for tickets directly at the airport only. The ticket is now in hand and in an hour he will check in. Anitha is looking for breakfast on the ground floor of the airport. He ordered a cup of creamer coffee and ate a piece of bread.

Anitha looked far out, as if wanting to break through the world's borders. "Goodbye uda. Good bye mother. Forgive your son who left without saying goodbye. I'll pick you up, mom, and force you when I make it there. I will make amends today for you" he said in tears.

Anitha doesn't care if people look strangely.

Anitha spent a drink. He started to step towards the waiting room. The plane will take itself away from the mother. From his past. On the plane Anitha just closed her eyes without her falling asleep.

***

Soekarno - Hatta Airport

"Hello Jeng, I've arrived in Jakarta."

"You can take a taxi, I'll send you the address." Ajeng can't pick up Anitha.

"Yes." Yeah."

"At home there's an aunt. Rest and consider yourself home."

"Thank you ...." Anitha returned to tears.

After getting a taxi, Anitha got up and gave the address to be addressed. "My uncle asked for help to deliver to this address," said Anitha showed Ajeng's message.

The taxi driver glanced at Anitha and noticed the address. "None Miss. Sorry, Miss first time to Jakarta?" The driver who is thought to be the age of his late father asked politely to Anitha while starting to drive a taxi.

"It's right sir." Anitha was not su'uzon and answered honestly.

"Where's the number?"

"Poster Mr." Anitha mentioned her village.

"Ohhh ... I'm sorry you asked me not to interfere with Miss's business. Just be careful in the big city Non.

"Call Anitha only Sir," Anitha felt comfortable and gave her name.

"All right, son." The father changed the call of non to son to Anitha. Makes Anitha's heart more comfortable. Anitha remembered the tenderness of her father figure.

"The real father here?" anitha asked finally wanting to know.

"Father of overseas, son, Mr. Solok."

"Original Solok?" Anitha asked back to make sure.

"Yes, why son?"

"My father's a long-time miser sir." Anitha explained in more detail.

"Mother from there too, son. You have a friend there first, a friend from High School. We were so close, it's just that since we finished High School, we never saw each other again. Father wander here. He had several times of communication with her. For the past five years there has been absolutely nothing. Her cell phone number is gone because you lost your phone."

Anitha just silently pensively, said the driver did not know what to comment. Until his sense of hearing caught a sentence. "I'm sorry if you know what your parents' names are, son, especially your father's?"

Anitha followed her heart. The father in front of him was not a bad person. He mentioned his parents' names, "The name of Monsir's father, sir, my mother's name is Asnari."

"Your full name is Anitha Putri. You are a child only wayang not," said the father without a doubt.

Anitha could not deny that she was surprised. "Dad you know my father? Is the friend you were telling me about is my dad?" Anitha immediately plotted all the storylines earlier.

Anitha is not directly big head. He even responded with a low. "Thank you sir, I just can't think of any other questions. So is it true that my father's friend?"

"Yes, son, your dad finished XX High School, didn't he?"

"Yes sir."

"Your father, if we exchange stories always telling you, he says you're a smart and accomplished kid. Even if you're an only child doesn't make you a spoiled child. Your mother was very pampering."

"Ah father could be yes sir, but many other children are far smarter than me sir," Anitha back down.

"What your father said is true, after meeting you in person you can judge you are indeed a smart child." Anitha's father's best friend praised her again.

"Duh Bapak .. I may forget myself" Anitha said half-jokingly.

"So how's your father son, can you ask for his contact number later."

Anitha tried to calm her heart. A flash of wounds flashed back in the eye peluk. He's trying to toughen up. "Dad was first sir, a few months ago," he said in a soft voice. His eyes immediately looked teary.

Unknowingly the driver who turned out to be a close friend of Anitha's father slowed down the speed of the car for a moment. He was shocked to get information from his best friend's son. It did not take long, he normalized the speed of the car back to the average on the highway.

"Sorry son, I really didn't expect it. Sick is your father, son?"

"Yes sir, my father has diabetes and complications in the liver. He was treated in the ICU. But when you go to the hospital all is normal, sir, just a little short of breath." Anitha explained the situation when her father was called the Almighty.

They are silent with their own minds. If Anitha's father's best friend remembers Anitha's father. Anitha thought of the husband she still loved.

Still dancing vividly in Anitha's shadow as her husband easily banishes. Like there is no price for three years of household time, not to mention 2 years of approach.

Anitha did not understand what happened, why after three months of marriage Sahrul became a different person. Anitha was already trying to ask where she was wrong. If there is any mistake in Anitha. She promises to correct her husband's dislike, but Sahrul can never answer what's wrong with Anitha.

Anitha complied as Sahrul wanted. Not enough career at home, do what must be done by the wife.

Anitha never denied what her husband asked her to do. Even though he was tired, he never complained. She felt her husband was more tired.

"Your face is similar to your father's in Nak High School." The words of my old best friend disperse Anitha's daydream.

"Yes sir, many say that if you know your father in his youth."

Now they arrived at the address listed, at Ajeng's house. "Save your number, son. Call me when you need your dad. Don't ask for help from me." Her father's best friend seemed to know Anitha was in trouble. Anitha's sad face and puffy eyes are a clue to the old man who has eaten a lot of the sour-salt of the world.

The earnestness that felt up in the recesses of Anitha's heart made her unable to resist crying. The burden that he felt seemed to be reduced by meeting his father's friend who he felt rediscovered the father figure. He felt like he was no longer alone in this great city.

"Yes sir, I'll call you. Thank you for thinking of me as my own son." While sobbing Anitha spoke and greeted and kissed the back of her father's best friend's hand with respect.

"Have ..don't cry, I don't know what happened to you. Now the important thing is that you have to be upbeat and be able to rise up to smile," he said as he rubbed Anitha's head fondly.

Anitha nodded and got off the taxi. Don't forget he waved to his foster father. At least that was what Anitha considered for her father's close friend.

He turned his head back to look at his adoptive father who started running the taxi and started to slowly move away and disappear from sight. Back tears rolled down her white cheeks. "Dad .. I met dad's best friend. So I feel like there's nowhere to complain but to God." Anitha said in her heart.

He started to step towards the Ajeng door house. He opened a fence that although minimalist but impressed luxurious.

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