Ustad Or Alkash?
Goodbye

The day off has arrived. Every child is allowed to return home on condition of returning to their family. Not a few who ask permission to leave forever from the dorm. Yes, of course for some reason they. Most are for those who are going to continue on to college. They had to find a new place to live closer. But not with Andin. He has not yet decided what he will choose for himself next. It's nothing, because even if he had decided on his life, Arga wouldn't have agreed to it. It's been like that from before. Or rather, it is like that tradition. Arga was the one who had the right to determine what would happen in her daughter's life.

Three years. Three years have passed just like that in Andin's life in Bandung. Life without any brothers. Life without support from anyone. After sending a letter with a doll from Kumala earlier in the year, it was apparently the first and last since Andin was in the dormitory. Disappointed? Sure oes. Anyone would feel banished and exiled if they were in Andin's position now. Andin is great. He can resist the feeling that often flashes.

"Eh Ndin, you didn't bring all your stuff. Are you gonna stay here?" (asked Riani)

"Have Riani, don't ask much. Andin is an ustadzah candidate here. So, why bring her things too much if it has to be brought back here again." (timpal Riana is literate)

Andin still packed the items needed by him.

"Ah, you two don't have to be busy taking care of my life." (Andin replied coldly)

"Hey, Riani, and look at Andin's backpack. The first time I saw that bag was when I entered this dormitory. And it always seems to be taken everywhere especially to hahaha school." (Riana laughed broke out)

"Riana, you can't do that to Andin."

Riani. While Riana, her twin sister still laughed even though she was alone. Riana is indeed nosy and likes to provoke someone's emotions. Totally inversely proportional to the twin who always felt bad.

"Andin, is what Riana said true? Do you always carry your black backpack with you wherever you go?" (ask Riani plain)

"Ah I said yes. I've always been watching her, and she's always wearing that bag-that's it. You don't believe me." (Riana answered)

Riani nudged the arm of her twin.

"You can't be like that. Poor Andin. But the money is a lot. But why doesn't he buy another bag?" (Riani looks thinking)

"Huss, you can't tell Andin this. Maybe that black backpack is a sacred bag. He did not want to eat it and did not want to replace it. This is my opinion."

Riana half whispered to her twin. Andin listened to everything. Riana was used to saying things that were not true. And worse, Riani as her twin always believed it.

Andin tightly closed the zipper of his black backpack. He finished putting in all the necessary items.

"Have you two finished talking?" (said Andin)

"If so, I'll go home first. Oh yeah, when are you guys going to clean up your stuff?" (asked Andin)

The two twin brothers just nudged each other. Blame each other for knowing that the two of them are left who have not cleaned up the items to take back home. The two of them would no longer live in the dorm. In room C12 only Meta and Violla did not want to get out of the dorm.

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Good bye to my dorm.

Goodby.

Thank you for holding this body.

Thanks though.

Andin stepped his foot out the gate of the dormitory. Very heavy. In fact, he did not know whether he would return to that place again or not. All his belongings are still in the dorm. Andin did deliberately bring some clothes. He will not bother on the trip later.

The train leaves in forty-five minutes. More than enough time to get to the train station. He looked at the ticket with a smile. The ticket he had booked two days ago.

After three years, I finally returned to Surabaya again. Aunt Helen, yes, I'll see you first.

"Andin, right?"

There was a voice right behind Andin. Andin turned around to see who was greeting him.

"Yes sir, you know me?"

Andin had glanced at someone who was now right in front of him from bottom to top. A well-dressed father. It looks old, but not too old. He saw his white teeth several times. It seems like he is a typical person who is supple.

"The car is ready. Let's just start the journey."

What do you mean sir?

"Andin's going to the station, right?"

The man looks confused. It seems he doesn't know anything.

"Can you tell me what you mean, brother?"

"Why did you know that I was going to the station."

Andin looks just as confused.

"So someone ordered a car ride from my father. Is that not you, brother? On behalf of Andin Puspita Arga station destination."

"Ah, maybe you heard wrong."

"No dik. The booking is through the application. Let's take a look...."

The man who turned out to be an online car driver showed his cellphone containing data of prospective passengers. Andin rubbed a small sweat on his temple.

Who ordered this for me?

"Ah, sorry before sir. But I never thought I'd order a ride from you."

"Why can it be so. It's clear in your name, isn't it?"

"Ehm i-iya sir. But I've already ordered an ojek online first. And it'll probably be here any minute."

The online car driver smiled sincerely at Andin. He felt that Andin was looking for an excuse.

"Well brother, if Dik Andin does not feel ordered, you better still drive you because this father is not a bad person. And in addition, the cost has been paid in full by the booker. Payment issues are sorted out. So, Dik Andin don't worry." (said the gentle Father)

Damn, this guy underestimated my money. I did order my subscription online motorcycle, sir!

Suddenly the ringing of Andin's phone vibrated. Andin immediately picked up to see who was calling him.

"Hello..."

"Hello non, sorry yes my non motor suddenly broke down on the way. It's better for Non Andin to find another ride. I'll find another one, won't I?"

Glug.

"Aaaa, thank you very much uncle. Because you've ordered on my behalf,"

"You should have told me uncle first, so I'm not confused,"

"Our uncle, this is the driver who's been waiting for me since."

Tut's...Tut's....Tut's...

The connection has been turned off by Andin. Andin acted as well as he could in the presence of an online car driver. After all, he needed that car ride because time was running. Andin did not want to bother and wait to get another ride. While across there, the online motorcycle driver looked confused. He did not understand the direction of the passenger conversation. Why does Non Andin call me uncle? About that's what was in the mind of the online motorcycle rider earlier.

"How's dik? So it's up, right?" (said the Driver)

"Of course, sir." (Andin restrained his shame)

"So, uncle Dik Andin ordered it?"

Andin hesitated.

"Uncle Dik Andin very good. He might want to surprise you. And it worked."

The driver laughed in front of Andin. It was Andin who forced his smile. Andin really did not feel good because he had lied to Mr. Driver who looks very much what it is.

I'm sorry sir, hehe. And to anyone who booked this car for me, I thank you. You must be a good man. In fact, very well.

SERIATE...