Love is Not Done
Chapter 1

Nothing's gonna change my love for you

You know by now how much I love you

One thing you can be sure of

I'll never ask for more than your love

Nothing's gonna change my love for you

You know by now how much I love you

The world may change my whole life through

But nothing's gonna change my love for you

Alarms from HP Bilandra roared throughout the bedroom room that was not so spacious. Bilandra does prefer her alarm singing her favorite song rather than just the deafening "krieggggggg kringggggggggggg" sound of anyone hearing it. And it certainly only destroys the mood in the morning which should be bright cheerful with a burning spirit to start the morning activity. In contrast to the alarm of his favorite song certainly when opening his eyes in the morning with a smile that expands like a rose mama Udi, his mother's name Bilandra, in the garden in front of the house that blooms and fragrant. The song alarm that every day resided right at six in the morning had to pause five minutes to help the owner of HP collect lives that are still scattered from the dream country. While slowly opening her door and the hand that grabbed the nightstand next to the soft mattress Bilandra who every day became the medium to fly into the dream realm. He took his HP while looking at the clock on the HP screen that showed the number 06.05, while yawning his alarm was turned off.

"Hmm it's six and five minutes, let's get my eyes, hands, feet and all over my body up and fight on the day of the end of the midterm" muttered Bilandra while waking up and sitting herself in front of the mattress.

It has become a routine Bilandra every morning suggests to yourself to be ready to explore an exciting day. With the spirit of four-five Bilandra began to neatly tidy up her mattress before leaving the room to the bathroom of her house which only had 2, one of which was in the main room that must have been used by her parents.

"Good morning light ayu (a warm call from mama Udi to Bilandra)" said mama Udi when she saw Bilandra with a towel wrapped around her beautiful neckline.

"Good morning mama emesh me" said Bilandra back while gliding in the bathroom which is located not far from the kitchen of the Bilandra family minimalist house.

"Well, just hugged his mother first kek or something so sweet that, this you never" ngel mama Udi while his hands in action to prepare breakfast while some houses plus washing machines have started circling around containing all the dirty fabrics used by his father, papa Iyo and his sister, he said, ragil Abhinaya. Yes, the task of washing Bilandra special washing has been handed over from the mother to Bilandra since Bilandra has come months when Bilandra first grade Junior High alias when Bilandra was thirteen years old.

Fifteen minutes passed, Bilandra came out of the bathroom. This time it was not his neck wrapped in a towel green color in accordance with his favorite color but his head was wrapped in a towel, the sign was that he had a shower shampooing. Take a leisurely walk Bilandra stopped by the dining table while chugging ludes of pure white milk which means not so sweet because Bilandra is not so fond of sweet milk but she will not be able to get excited without milk in the morning. Indeed, it has been accustomed by the mother to drink milk every morning for her two daughters ayu. Moreover, Abhinaya, the only sister of Bilandra who is still five years old.

“It is customary to play clegak cloguk not use kulo nuwun, kulo, there are mama you know here cook not look anyway ayu” babble mama Udi who is still busy polishing bread with chocolate jam favorite of small family citizens.

“Hehehe ehhh there mama emesh me, look really mama, it's great cook not look anyway ” reply Bilandra while hugging her mother lovingly.

“Ya already there change clothes first, it's half seven tuhh, later continue eating bread continue to leave, mbak Bilandra today last midterm exam right?” ask mama Udi.

“Iya mam, today was her last midterm exam. Mbak to the room first yes mam, change clothes and get ready, breakfast and cusss leave deh” replied Bilandra while running her kemar.

“Mama” calls a small voice from the owner of the voice that is also small. Who else if not the ragil Abhinaya, who has stood upright while rubbing his glass eyes as well, exactly the same as the eyes of the brother, Bilandra. And indeed the offspring is also from papa Iyo, papa two girls ayu.

“Ehh sister has woken up ayu, good morning dear, how is the bobok soundly son?” greet mama Udi while walking towards Abhinaya standing and with her two soft hands lifting the petite body while kissing her whole face full of affection.

“Mam already geli” sister voice Abhinaya make the kiss the mama stop.

“Mam sister wants to bathe” continued pinta Abhinaya with clear intonation, because indeed the ragil is not careless in speaking from the age of four years.

“Adik want to shower?” ask mama Udi.

“Oke cusss we shower, want in the bathroom mama or want mamdi in the bathroom near the kitchen” continued mama Udi asked at length to meet wide.

“Adik wants to shower in mama's room yes, can?” abhinaya asked with a look on his face.

“Bby dong, cook can't be anyway, let's take a bath and get ready for school deh, kayak mbak Bilandra ya” replied mama Udi while walking carrying Abhinaya to the room to continue bathing in the morning.

At seven less than a quarter Bilandra finished getting ready. Out of the room he didn't see anyone at the table. It is certain that his mother again prepares his sister to go to school and also of course the father who is preparing to go to the office as well. Papa Iyo, the father of Bilandra and Abhinaya and the beloved husband of mama Udi is a private worker in one of the property companies in the city that is special for Indonesian citizens, Yogyakarta. Yes, the Bilandra family is indeed from and lives in this Gudeg City. Therefore the mother and father always call his daughters by the name “Cah Ayu” which means beautiful children because it is in the city where they live it is reasonable to mention.

Cekrek, the sound of the door opening.

Bilandra looked back where the voice came from, from her parents' second room, Iyo's papa figure was ready with her work shirt. A gentle walk, a hard jaw but warm for his little family. Especially for his two daughters. Papa Iyo is an amazing, assertive, disciplined but affectionate papa. Never force the will, always nice to be invited to discuss especially for the ABG Bilandra. Papa Iyo is the meaning of true love that does not hurt, love with affection from a heart full of sincerity. Yes, of course, I'm the father of the bladder.

“It is ready cah ayu” greet papa Iyo while pulling the seat on the right of the seat occupied by Bilandra. And sit sweetly and enjoy black coffee without sugar made by the wife Teremeshh, their daughters said. His right hand put down the coffee cup and took the chocolate jam bread. Chew slowly until the breakfast has been prepared.

“Already dong pap, finished breakfast we immediately leave ya pap, mbak fear late later the test” replied Bilandra while wiping her mouth marks had finished breakfast the morning.

“Mama still takes care of sister ya pap, in the room ya” asked Bilandra long without pause. And for sure he already knows the answer because it is his routine every morning.

“Iya, mama in the room is still taking care of sister, yukk mbak we leave later” invite papa Iyo while smiling and taking a tissue and wiping his mouth.

“Pamit same mom first gih there in the room, do not need to shout samperin aja ya mbak” papa Iyo order soft. Papa stood up and walked towards their car garage.

“Mam” call Bilandra while opening her mom's room door. Mama Udi was piggybacking on straight Abhinaya hair.

“Iya mbak, be careful yes, breakfast is already spent mbak?" ask mama Udi while welcoming the hands of the mbarepnya to salim kiss the hand of Bilandra pampit if going out of the house.

“Already ludess desss mama emesh breakfast, matur nuwun mama has prepared a delicious breakfast, replied Bilandra while bowing her body kissing the hand of the mama.

“Success yes mbak test, do not forget to pray first before the war, do not just count buttons to answer the question yes” absurd prayer of a mother who prayed her daughter was facilitated in fighting against her test while reminding her daughter not to answer questions later with her absurd language. Mama Udi is indeed the best mama for her two daughters. The figure protects with tenderness and silliness that makes his two daughters meaningless without the mother. Couples who klop deh anyway, papa Iyo and mama Udi like a cup and lepeknya, complement each other.

“Ready grak mama emesh I” replied Bilandra while standing upright and saluting like a flag ceremony every Monday or big day Indonesia.

“Mbak already want to go to school? Sister also wants to go to school you know in between mama but not awaited mama, sister will dare” asked Abhinaya as well as her statement that prides itself on daring to school itself.

"Yes, you want to go to school, you also want to go to school, your sister is indeed TOP" replied Bilandra while giving her two thumbs up to her beloved sister. Their distance was indeed quite far, eleven years difference in age. It is precisely the more harmonious relationship of the sister brother.

“Yuk departs us, but before sister breakfast first yes, later finished sister breakfast, mama change clothes and cuss mama between school sisters and mbak hunted tuh have been awaited papa later you are late again” invite mama out of the room to continue their respective activities.

And right dong papa has been behind the wheel of his car ready to step on the gas and slide to the destination. With a little run Bilandra catches up with papa in the garage and is ready to leave for school. As usual they prayed first to be safe until the goal was nothing less.

The car is traveling at medium speed, the clock shows seven o'clock in the morning. To go to school or to the office. Because it is still in the framework of the midterm exam, Bilandra's school entrance at half-eight and papa's office at eight. It is not far from their home to school or office. Just fifteen minutes to get to Bilandra's school and plus another fifteen minutes until papa's office.

The city of Yogyakarta in the morning is indeed hectic but for those who are misfortune. A quiet and slow city will become a big city like the capital over time. Hopefully not the traffic jams adopted deh yes, if it gets stuck it can be left from home to school or to the office at dawn.

In the short journey there was not much chatter between papa and Bilandra. Papa Iyo alone broke the silence in the car.

“Mbak so next week backpackeran nih” ask papa who remains focused meyetir.

“Iya pap, as planned” replied Bilandra while looking at the hustle and bustle of this student city.

"Hmm okay, okay, now focus first on the exam mbak yes, the holiday will still be next week” continued papa Iyo who has parked the car in front of the school the princess.

“Each boss” replied firmly Bilandra while grinning pretty.

“Yes already, let's go to school first ya pap, thank you for dropping off mbak, papa heart-heart ya drive to his office, papa, see you later in the afternoon at our beloved home” pampit ala Bilandra train while salim kiss papa Iyo's hand.

“Every child boss, success yes exam pray do not forget, pocket money was the same mama” replied papa who did not lose long while scrambling Bilandra's hair.

“Hmm if you want to add also with pleasure mbak receive kok pap” babble Bilandra while tidying up again her hair is random cadut due to the actions of the papa.

“Mau mbak it, yes already there it's like ita was waiting mbak tuhh” reply papa while pointing a bunch of beautiful girls who became friends Bilandra.

“Oh yes Ita tuhh, papa” drug pamph Bilandra while closing the car door and waving until his papa car is no longer visible.

Elsewhere precisely at the school Abhinaya, mama had parked his favorite matic motorbike and was tidying up Abhinaya before leaving at his PAUD school.

“Oke is neat, let's kid we are ready to demand knowledge” invite mama Udi when it is finished tidying up again Abhinaya because of the gentle breeze that was blown during the motorcycle ride earlier. The distance from home to school Abhinaya is no more than five minutes, aka still in the housing complex.

“Oke mama, sister is ready” replied the spirit of Abhinaya while walking in her hand.