Friends Towards Heaven
Welcoming

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The journey of life is long.

you will meet people who make you comfortable with the situation.

So, little by little you have begun to mengikhlaskan and learn about letting go.

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Tomorrow.

I've landed in the airport.

Papa said he was going to pick me up. So I decided to call him.

"The assalamualaikum pap."

My start.

"Walaikumsalam, have you reached my son?"

There was a noise inside the phone.

"Udah pa, papa if you can't pick up fathan can go home alone with the grab really."

I know the clock is papa's busy time.

"No fathan, papa's not busy. It's also been bombed."

I'm circling around me.

Maybe my distance and Papa are too close.

"Who's where?"

I'm still trying to find.

"Papa's standing here, outside."

I'm moving out. Sure enough, I saw papa.

"Papa."

I looked down apologetically as several pairs of eyes glanced at me as I half-cried to call papa.

Papa smiled and waved at me.

When I was near Papa, I greeted him.

"Hello bigboss."

I say hello to papa.

"Ah, you're still a boy. Welcome back to my son's country"

I chuckled at papa's welcome.

"Where's pap's mom?"

I'm sitting next to Papa right now.

"Papa was from the office to pick you up. Mama's home. What's your business and your stuff, son?"

"Alhamdulillah all idah clear pap, the diploma is also complete."

I am grateful because the affairs in Turkey were completed for 4 years.

Ah, I've missed the sunset in cappadocia.

During our trip we spent time talking about business.

Papa said 3 more days I have to be in papa's office which is nested for me to manage. Actually I asked for a 5-day retreat but papa said faster is better.

Even after I thought, there were no activities at home.

It's good I obey papa's words to immediately dabble in the world of work.

Not felt, we were already in the house.

A house that I have spent almost 7 years without.

Nothing has changed.

It's just that now more and more ornamental plant plants.

I'm sure it's mom's plant.

"Pa, why is the door closed anyway? I can't let fathan in."

"Hahaha, you can. Come down, papa's coming back to the office."

Papa is still busy.

"Well, when his son just came home, he didn't get home."

I tried to persuade Papa to stay.

"Yes, you're the one who hasn't been busy being CEO. Tomorrow, if it's time."

Papa chuckled then passed.

I dragged my suitcase home.

"Assalamualaik."

I said hello.

Maybe my mom will hug me.

But the atmosphere of the house is dark.

"Your mom's not home."

I'm ingrained.

I stopped entering the house and decided to stand in front of the door.

"Just go in."

I walked in and closed the door.

Tics.

The house suddenly became bright.

In the guest room are the sentences

"Welcome home my dear son."

I smiled at the words of Alay that must have come from my mother.

But I did not find my mother.

"Maaa..."

I'm yelling.

There's no answer

"Maamaaaaaaa. when his son came home occasionally greeted kek gini siih maa. Mamaaaa."

I'm starting to get scared actually.

I went to Mama's room.

But the door to my mother's room was washed and I found a sticknote that read.

"Mama in the kitchen."

I rushed to the kitchen, no mama puun. I saw the sticknote again on the refrigerator door that said.

"Ups, mom forgot that mama's in the living room bathroom again."

Aah, mommy. I ran the family room.

Don't tell me the sticknote still shows the clue telling me to run somewhere.

"Hehe. sorry mom. Mama again hobbies street nih :D meet mama in brother's room above."

Aduuuh, that means I have to go up the stairs first.

I walked straight up the stairs.

I stopped when I saw the sticknote again.

I took the sticknote perched at the door and read it

"Hehe, have you got here, baby? Sorry my mom made you tired. Haha, what the hell. Itung that you rarely go home. This is the last clue. Mama's in the back."

Whahuh? Not yet?

"Allah maaa, brother capeeek"

I want to crawl into the back garden.

I walked to the back of the house,

"Don't get to the back door of the house with the sticknote again."

"Yes. The back door is no sticknote."

I'm happy myself.

Cklek.

I opened the back garden door.

And,

"Welcome home, fathan."

I was a little surprised to see the garden behind my house filled with many people.

Many turns.

The first person to catch my attention was the brown-eyed girl who was no stranger to me. But I don't know who he is.

"Uuh, tired of going around the house."

Attention to the girl was distracted when mom was already standing in front of me.

"Assalamualaikum my beautiful but beautiful queen."

I pulled my mama's cheek after she had it.

"Hahah, a really new kasian returned from the airport told to go around the house."

The brown-eyed girl was already standing next to Mama.

Wanted me to ask him who but stopped when mom said.

"Reverse, look who showed up."

I turned spontaneous.

"Yet."

I almost hugged umi if I didn't quickly realize that umi wasn't my real mother.

"Assalamualaikum sir director."

Umi cupped her palms together in front of her chest.

I scratched my back head that was not itchy when I forgot to say hello.

"Ah umi, fathan forgot to say hello.

Assalamualaikum 'umii."

I said hello.

"Walaikumsalam. Ouch, you are high. Yesterday it feels like new umi make you fried bananas and caca when playing in the back garden, tomorrow already want to be a director."

Umi looked at me intensely.

"Youth.."

I was amazed to hear Umi's explanation.

Umi was just like before I left Semarang 7 years ago.

Still beautiful and youthful.

"Udah ah, let's join."

I joined the Umi, mama and also mama's friends who were deliberately invited to celebrate my return.

Alay anyway, but I'm following her happily.

I sat near my mom.

Umi was also close to my mother's seat.

I saw my mom sitting with that brown-eyed girl.

"Here sit fathan."

Why does that girl recognize me?

"Mam, who the hell is this?"

I whispered to my mom.

Mama wettest.

"You don't know this woman?"

Umi laughed too.

I'm getting confused by him.

"Bad, time doesn't remember me."

He was shaking his lips.

"It's natural fisha, havva rarely comes home. After all, there's only caca."

Mom and I laughed again

"Havva?"

It's like I've heard this girl

"I'm your cousin fathan."

This girl named Havva put on an irritated face.

I'm trying to remember this guy named Havva.

Oh I just remembered.

"Havva zuhayri selyn?"

I stuck my index finger when I remembered this annoying cousin of mine.

"Yes." Yeah."

He put on his face

"Weeh, when are you coming home bro?"

I'm shuffling her hijab.

"Eh, fight this cave veil."

Havva is my cousin who's my age. Havva is an orphan. His mother died when he was born. Mom just gave birth to me. Two days later havva also followed me to see this world.

But alas, his aunt mia havva died of a mutiny.

It was mama who breastfed havva because at that time she was also breastfeeding me.

Be havva my cousin and my sister.

At the age of 4, papa havva brought him back to his hometown in Italy. But his papa does not prohibit havva to play to Indonesia because there is still a blood rope relationship with us.

And from that time on, he's just coming home now.

"Eh, umi go home first huh. Caca was alone at home, still sleeping because last night just got home."

Umi stand.

"Eh, what a pussy fisha."

Mom tried to prevent.

"Later he'll be confused again nyari umi."

"Eh umi, havva follow dong. I want to know Caca."

What the hell is this havva. I'm impinge

"Come, wanna follow?"

Aaah, umi kok.

"When to bring havva fish, I also want to go nengokin caca."

I rippled with this discussion.

"Yes okedeh. Balek first yaa.

Assalamualaikum."

Umi passes.

"When the hell do you want to recognize the cave to your future wife."

Havva's words made my cheeks blush.

"What the hell."

Mama and Havva laughed at me.

"So, when do you want to go to bed with caca?"

Ah, maamaaaaa