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For some reason Burhanudin's desire to conduct comparative studies in Japan is getting stronger in his heart and mind, even though in the country alone there are many tea factories whose production is export quality is not inferior to the tea produced by the Sakura Country.

Perhaps the family attitude that has been displayed by Mr. Hiro who caused the impulse to get stronger.

Eleven o'clock in the afternoon Japanese Burhan-bound plane had landed at Osaka Kansai Airport in Japan. He got out of the airport and intercepted a taxi, which happened to be a taxi passing by at that time.

Burhan showed me a piece of paper that read Mr. Hiro, he is not staying at the hotel but at Mr. Hiro's residence, the taxi driver understands. They are like two mute people who cannot talk and only use body movements in place of speech.

About 1.5 hours into the ride, a taxi from Burhan has arrived in front of a large and luxurious traditional Japanese house. After paying argo, Burhan set his foot on the ground with a backpack in his right hand.

"Arigatou" he said, bowing to the taxi driver following Mr. Hiro while interacting with him. That was all he could from the customs of the Japanese.

Burhan began to step foot into Mr.'s courtyard. Hiro's broad and green. A male servant seemed to be walking quickly in a hurry to welcome his arrival.

"Hi" said Burhan, bowing to the servant. The waiter just smiled.

"Welcome Mr's. Burhans. You are already waiting for Mr. Hiro inside," said the waiter.

Why can I forget that I speak English. Burhan grouse in the heart. He hit his own head.

Amazingly you Burhan, the Author does not even speak English, Javanese is chaotic.

Burhan walked in the steps of the servant into the house. His eyes were dizzy to observe the ornaments and furniture that filled every room he passed. So that the waiter had slowed his steps.

"Please, this is your room, sir!" said the waiter showed Burhan a room and put his backpack there. "Now come with me! Mr. Hiro is waiting for you in his room" he asked.

"Okay" said Burhan. After that, he followed the servant's footsteps.

They were in the room that the waiter was referring to.

"Please sir," said the waiter.

Inside the room appears a middle-aged man with a Kimono wrapped in his body is sitting enjoying Japanese Matcha tea. Mr. Hiro immediately stood up to see Burhan coming, and shook the young man's hand with a big smile.

"Welcome, Burhan. How was your trip?" greet Mr. Hiro with his typical Japanese accent.

"Thank you, Mr. Hiros. Thank God my trip was very pleasant even though it was tiring," Burhan replied just a pleasant talk.

Apparently Mr. Hiro is also a Muslim, they first perform Dzuhur prayer together. Then continue the conversation with a Japanese Matcha tea companion.

Actually, Burhan's stomach was rumbling because he had not had lunch, when he arrived at Mr.'s house. Hiro's past lunchtime. This morning we had breakfast on the plane. Given the schedule of Japanese meal times that he said must be on time, then Burhan tried to resist his hunger to ask the waiter to be embarrassed.

At 2pm, Burhan is welcome to rest in the room provided by the homeowner for him. Burhan opened his backpack, only to find a packet of emping melinjo balado tucked by his wife between the folds of clothing.

Fortunately the customs officer returned the mlinjo emping earlier when searching his backpack suspected it was a prohibited item. So that it can block his stomach at this time.

Oh yeah, almost forgot. At 5pm I have to call Nurlita. Burhan murmured.

Before leaving this morning Burhan advised his wife to wait for a phone call from him at the cartel owned by his neighbor, because in the past there was no mobile phone.

At exactly 3pm Japanese time, Burhan exited the room to borrow a phone. He met a waiter.

"Can I help you sir?" ask waiter.

"Can I bore the phone?" Burhan asked back.

"Of course, please sir!" the waiter answered while showing where the phone was.

Burhan lifted the phone, after pressing the number code button SLJJ (Long distance direct connection) for Indonesia, he then pressed the area code button and finally the phone number of his neighbors who had become a subscription.

Meanwhile, Nurlita was sitting on the bench waiting for her neighbor's wartel since half-time at 5pm. He took his son, who is now 6 months old. Just this morning she took off her husband's departure, her longing was already stirring.

"Mbak Lita, there's a call from Mas Burhan," exclaimed the wartel operator.

Nurlita looked surprised mixed with excitement immediately stood up to receive the call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma. Did you arrive, huh? How are you?" Nurlita who has been waiting since can not wait to know the news of her husband.

"Ish, your question is, a row of durian kayaks collapsing, which one should I answer first?" Burhan asked confusedly to answer his wife's question which was first on the other end of the phone.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warohmatullahi wabarokaatuh, my dear wife. We arrived at Mr.'s house. Hiro was at noon at half-time at 1, and thank God Mas is doing well, my dear," Burhan replied with a smile etched on his face. "Oh yeah, how are you and our son?" tanyanya.

"Alhamdulillah, Mas. Lita's condition is fine, Dedek also not fussy nih Lita invited too. Dedek, this is Papa Darling, Dedek would like to talk?" sahut Nurlita while interacting with her son.

"Hello whiz Papa, be good with Mama ya Darling, don't fuss and don't bother Mama ya!" burhan said giving advice to his son as if his son had understood his sentence.

"Yes, Papa. Papa's fine there too. Don't be late maem!" nurlita replies to the voice of a child.

"Udah used to be dear, this is Mas borrowed the phone of the person, afraid the bill will increase," said Burhan.

"Yes, Mas. Be careful, yeah!" nurlita's Message.

"Yes, Honey. Yes, Assalamu'alaikum." Burhan ended his call.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warohmatullahi wabarokaatuh, Papa's drug." Nurlita hung up.

"Thank you, Fat. There's no fare?" nurlita asked the wartel operator to make sure he had to pay or not.

"Specifically for Ms. Lita, if only received the phone there is no cost, Ma'am," joked the operator.

"Thank you, yes" he said as he walked away.

"Come back, Ms. Lita," exclaimed the wartel operator.

When returning from Wartel, in the middle of the road Nurlita cross paths with her sister-in-law, Dewi. The woman was in a hurry and carrying a large bag like it contained clothes.

Where's the kid going? She had just given birth, like she wanted to go far away. No need to interfere in his affairs, he also hates me as much as his parents, the inner Nurlita.

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At 19:00 Japanese time, a waiter called Burhan to dinner with the members of Mr.'s family. Hiros. All members of Mr. family. Hiro had gathered around the dining table.

Burhan sat opposite Mr. Hiro, he was stunned to observe a child sitting right to the left of Mr. Hiros.

"Ichiro, this is Om Burhan. Greetings, dear," said Mr. Hiros.

"Good night Om Burhan, I'm Ichiro" Ichiro said.

"Smart kid," praised Burhan.

Something now stuck in Burhan's mind, who the kid really was. Why he is different from the members of Mr.'s family. Hiro the other one, his face was so familiar.

After dinner might be a good time to talk to Mr. Hiros. After the whole family left. He and Mr. Hiros.

"Mrs. Hiro, there's something I want to talk to you about" Burhan said at the time.

"Please Burhan, do you want to talk about your activities while here? we can start tomorrow morning" guess Mr. Hiros.

"Yes Mr. Hiro, besides that is all I want to know, which is about Ichiro."

Burhan's words instantly make Mr. Hiro was shocked, but he remained calm to hear Burhan's next speech. Burhan tells the story of his first son who went missing seven years ago.

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