COLD DUDA
MY HOMETOWN
Today we will do air travel, flights to Juanda Sidoarjo Airport. - Sidoarjo yes friend – friend, not Surabaya do not get it wrong.it is the second busiest airport in Indonesia after Soekarno-Hatta International Airport based on aircraft and passenger movements. The airport serves flight routes from and to Surabaya and the Gerbangkertosusila region.
The morning before the dawn of adhan reverberated, Akmal mas already sat neatly on the porch of the house. With a national negligee mother – mother at home and without make up welcome her in this blind morning. Finished changing clothes, we were ready to split the streets of the capital which is still very quiet.
A fairly short flight, 1 hour 30 minutes but able to shed – bones my bones. Too long sitting always results like this. Taka da kinsmen who pick up because we do not have a capable vehicle to get here. The Conventional Taxi I called this time, fortunately my own neighbor in the village and was a subscription when I came home.
“Who is Yun ? The candidate is yes” Patient Paklek, - as soon as I called him-
The question I only answered with a smile, It can be made sure not up to 1 hour gossip
it will spread among neighbors.
Joglo House has stood gallantly in front of these pairs of eyes, the house relics of grandmother who is still sturdy until now became the place where I was born, grew, and developed. The tiredness of the trip had fallen after seeing my Mother Father's smile.
“Alhamdulillah has arrived home, no obstacles right during the trip ?”
I shook my head, while reaching for my mother's wrinkled hands and her muscles saw where – mana. I don't know when she was, but I can't make her happy yet.
“Pak, Buk this is Akmal” mas I introduce the man who has been standing behind me ever since. Soon he changed my position and became friendly with my parents.
Wash your feet and hands do not forget, if in my area elders say if you run out from outside the house at least mandatory foot washing so that the demons – demons on the street do not ngut into the house. What about in your area ??
“Come breakfast first, later chat”
My mother's screams echoed throughout the house, either because the house is large without a partition, or because this house is not so much furniture that makes the sound will sound louder.
Eggplant vegetables are mixed tofu, though, draped thin salted fish and also a basket of rice has danced – nari bak in a melodious rhythm that adds to the drumbeat of war on my stomach thrashing – ronta with a very sad voice asked immediately filled with chunks of home-based special foods. No one can match my mother's cooking –in my opinion-.
There are also chicken stews and fried fish, probably because Ibuk is afraid of mas can not adjust to village food.
After I finished breakfast I rushed to wash the dishes and some kitchen and sweep. Replacing the position my mother should have done. It is customary that if I go home, this task will change the throne.
Mas Akmal walk in tandem with the Father, maybe heading to the rice field in front of the house or either sit – sitting on the terrace chair.
Oh yes, my house is in a district that is quite crowded not too village or mountain. Kediri – East Java ? who has heard of it ?
East Java is almost south, far from the hustle and bustle of the big city, but quite a lot of people who come to study, not draw water ..
The Health Campus which attracts many students from East Indonesia, the Religious Campus and also the British Village which is certainly known to the public from all walks of life. Not only local people, people from abroad also do not bear the responsibility of – to come to visit.
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like my own child ..
“Bapak already had time on the phone with Yuyun, a short story about a man who nglamar. Is it really serious ?”
Father sat beside me, in a lacquered chair made of bamboo under a melinjo tree with a view of the greenery of corn and peanuts. In the dry season, the plants do not need enough water.
“At God's blessing, I'm serious sir. I can't always promise to make her happy, but I promise to make her cry out because she cries happily, and her words always hang in prayer. I'm not perfect, hopefully with her worship we will be much more perfect”
“How's he doing ? You also need to understand him. Our family is like this, not among people. If you are serious, you should be able to accept all the consequences later. Your mother and son may accept our background, but your extended family ? Negative talk must exist. If not from family, certainly from friends or coworkers.
You should be able to be a fence for him, ready to protect your woman your home from all the interference of the outside world. There are times when he fell down will face a life in the future with the development of the times. All you have to know, indeed from the outside he was always perfect but originally he was easy to cry if depressed. Do not equate him while on tv and in the real world”
Long sentences in the form of advice – advice I will record very very neatly in the memory of my head. Can be used as a provision to climb household life later. Re-learn what should be done and what should be left behind.
The woman I chose this time, may she be chosen by God. God's soul mate is right at the right time. Not that I will forget Lia, but maybe our time together is only a few thousand days. Very – very short.
She is still my wife, the mother of my child who has fought for the birth of a beautiful angel who still makes me survive without complaint until now.
Advice – advice from the father continues to be spoken, coming to ask me to learn. The blessing of the Father I have got, until now the journey is still smooth like the streets of the capital.
Differences of understanding and problems must have been waiting, will not be able to be seen again. God always tests his people with limits.
Not only the pleasure in getting in a household, sadness must be there. Either from inside or outside.
Strong - strong we live together, a promise that will be delivered will be accounted for.
“Mas, why are you here ?”
Unknowingly, it turns out that the long conversation with the father is over. And I also moved my seat on the porch of the house. seeing the vehicle passing by turned out to make my mind drift, thinking about everything that would happen in front of him.
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**Connected\~ **
Help me Support my results yes,
I hope to be a friend
Greetings, Alleya !
