The Love that is Abolished
33. the mission to return home

Over time, the change of mas Anto without being seen now is willing to take the streets of Syifa even though only muters in the alley, want to help with homework even just mengepel.

"Well, we'll go home sometime!" exclaim mas Anto at that time. "We have not been home for a long time, Syifa jga blm never returned home." explained mas Anto.

"Come..when?" ask me at that time.

"Later Mah, aq again take care of my vacation, hopefully quickly in Acc yaa." explained mas Anto again.

"I also miss my parents, Syifa also has not met her grandmother and grandfather who are in Semarang and Solo right?" mas Anto said.

"Aamiin." I replied later. "But later from Semarang directly stop by Solo right, mas?" I asked Mas Anto.

"Yes dear." answered Mas Anto.

A week after that conversation, Mas Anto came home from work with a very cheerful face.

"Well my holiday is in Acc, we will go home, ready to take everything that will be taken home from the village" said Mas Anto.

"Well, yeah." I replied with a smile, I packed Syifa clothes, milk, and all the baby gear in general. With a carefree heart I prepared all that, hoping to meet with mom and dad in Solo in two days.

"I want to buy a train ticket first, Mah. You just have to come home, not hot" said Mas Anto.

"Where are the tickets?" I asked Mas Anto.

"To Jatinegara station." answered Mas Anto.

"O yes already then, be careful on the road." I said later.

I took the suitcase from the top of the closet, I began packing my clothes and clothes Anto mas. Not much is brought, because the permission to leave is only 5 days. The most of Syifa's stuff.

Not finished packing Syifa already up from her sleep, I kissed her with gnarly cheeks. I continue to make milk for my son. I didn't breastfeed my son because my milk didn't come out, my milk production might have been a little. Milk was ready in Syifa's favorite pacifier, although only 4 months have been able to hold the bottle of the pacifier itself even though it is not tight. My son greedily drank milk through that pacifier. It did not take long milk was run aground no longer left.

"Where do you add the puffiness, son, the milk is full of very endless spit?" I asked Syifa. Even though I knew my son could not answer, I still talked. Maybe because Syifa's satiety isn't fussy, and wants to play alone. While babbling with the language of the planet.

Not how long I heard the sound of Anto's motorcycle from outside.

"Assallamualaykum." Greetings from Mas Anto

"It's Mah, later in the afternoon we leave, at 2 we must already be at Jatinegara railway station." explained Mas Anto.

"It's almost 12 o'clock" I said.

"You've packed everything, haven't you, Syifa's clothes, her milk, packing my clothes?" ask Anto.

"Already just packing towels and toiletries" I replied.

After finishing packing, I took a short shower so I'm not sultry, I brought rice and omelet for provisions on the way. "Lumayan rather than jajan." I thought.

Time to go we say the same to Lia, all leave the keys.

"Assallamualaykum, mb Lia, we want to go home first yes, nitip key ya mb." I said to mb Lia.

"Waalaykum salam. Syifa wants to go home? Be careful on the road yes.do not forget the souvenirs later yes." replied mbak lia

"Siaaap mbak. if you don't forget it." I said jokingly.

Until the station Jatinegara clock has shown half 2, ga long wait for the train. Even though I often go home by train, why is it right to go home at this time when my chest feels pounding yes, what is it. I put that feeling down, cubikin just relax.

The sound of a deafening train whistle. marked the carriage is soon until everything is on preparing itself. I carry Syifa, Anto mas who carries 2 suitcases of clothes.

Already arrived at the same car on the train ticket, we sat down, Syifa was impatient, not fussy, maybe Syifa most seneng if the streets. I listen to my son's prick.

"Well, I'll take a nap" said Mas Anto.

"Yes, yeah." I replied.

"Let's see you soon, wait for me." murmured Anto lirih, but I can still hear it. Surprised I heard all that, your pantasan spirit take care of everything, it turns out there is a motive behind all this.

"Who's dance?" I tried to ask the same Anto, but Anto did not answer, really did not hear, or just pretended not to hear, I do not know.

Turns out oh it turns out your mission is anyway mas, want to meet kangen same ex-boyfriend.

Throw all my joints, drown all my bones, me and my son are just made into shields under the pretext, cluck and his grandmother miss, so that my husband can go home to meet his first girlfriend. What my husband misses, he misses with his first love.