A Million Love For Alana
Jakarta Touring Plan - Yogyakarta

“Lan, you don't have to be afraid that Askara will be close to me, will be sticky with me, it's natural that a child of her age is like this, no one. Sometimes his brother's friend's son is also like this when he has been carried by his brother. He didn't want to leave, didn't get his brother home. Do not think of anything, besides brother also not until the heart will seize Askara from you and Ardha. Brother is even happy he has a great father and mother,” Zhafran told Alana.

“Ehm .. isn't that right, Kak?” alana said awkwardly.

“Iya, but you know how you feel right now, when you see Askara like this,” said Zhafran.

“Already Askara maybe the peeper sleeps in papa's sling first, huh? Yes it's okay to come with papa first,” sela Ardha. “Sister's not nervous, is he? Than I take forcibly Askara later even cry not stop?”

“It's okay, same papa first yes, son?” zhafran said with a kiss on Askara's cheek.

Ardha invites Alana inside. Ardha also knew Alana's heart how this time, it was not easy for Alana to forget all the bitter memories of being with Zhafran. Nor would Alana believe Zhafran for granted that Zhafran did not expect Askara's custody. The thought must have arisen in Alana, there was a fear Zhafran would take Askara, and there was also a fear of Zhafran approaching her again, for Alana could not avoid Zhafran's meaningful gaze.

Zhafran held Askara until Askara fell asleep in Zhafran's arms. It felt so relieved that he could hold Askara to sleep in his arms. Although met for a while, but left a deep impression. This brief encounter this afternoon, made Zhafran's heart calm and warm because it could pet his own biological child to sleep soundly. It is undeniable, the inner bond between the child and the father must exist, although not as strong as with the mother.

“Ar, Askara has slept this,” said Zhafran.

“This is where I put my sleep first, Kak.” Ardha took Askara from Zhafran's sling, but his hand tightly held Zhafran's sleeve.

“Yah this son ngerjain papa with his father only yes?” ardha.

“Kakak to room only, huh? Put Askara in the room, if forced I will cry later,” pinta Ardha.

“Ya already where is her room?”

“This is kak.” Ardha showed me her room.

Zhafran put Askara to bed in the room. After that he looked at the face of Askara who was asleep. “Don't be fussy huh, son? Papa go home first. Later if there is time papa stop by again here, same sister Nina also,” said Zahfran, then kiss Askara cheek.

“Ar, Lan, I'll just go home, okay? It's about nine o'clock, afraid even kemalaman,” said Zhafran.

“Iya, Brother. Brother be careful, huh?” answer Ardha.

“Greetings to Nina huh kak?” alana.

Zhafran is ushered out by Alana and Ardha. He was really hard to leave Askara, but how else? Although he was his real father he had no right to Askara. Moreover, he had left Askara since Askara was in Alana's womb.

Zhafran waved his hand at Alana and Ardha, then he drove his car slowly out of the courtyard of Ardha's house. Still tormented once the inner Zhafran at this time. His mind shrieked, after seeing Askara getting bigger getting smarter, and very similar to him. Yeah, the bigger Askara looks like her papa. It is very similar to Zhafran, although all say it is similar to Ardha. Because maybe everyone already hated his actions, so everyone never saw Zhafran again. The Ardha that is now being hailed is all. But that was not a problem for Zhafran, willing Askara to be similar to anyone, because she had already won. Win because Askara is his flesh and blood, his offspring, his biological child. He wins, because one day even though he is with his stepfather, Zhafran believes Askara will be close to him, either time, but Zhafran believes it will happen.

Zhafran pulled over his car, he was not strong with a gripping feeling in his chest. It was so hard to leave Askara. The shadow of Askara's face was still left in his eye pelupuk. He can still imagine Askara's cute face, while sleeping soundly in his carrier.

“Pardon papa, Askara. Papa is evil, papa left your mother, betrayed your mother, when your mother was pregnant. Papa is really embarrassed if papa misses you, wants to hug and hold you, papa is ashamed, it feels papa is not worth it to do that, because papa has abandoned you and your mama while you are in the womb of your mama,” said Zhafran with sobbing.

Zhafran pacified himself for a moment before continuing his journey home. He tried to calm his heart which from then on still wanted to hug Askara.

“Indeed regret always comes to the story, I really regret hurting Alana like that. But, all this has happened, maybe this is my way of life. I've always known people, I'm a successful person in business, but I'm not a good man, a successful man build a happy household, yes I'm not like that, and I'm sorry, I'm not, I couldn't build a harmonious family with Alana, because there was a third person present at the time, and I was plunged into the void at the time. I betrayed Alana, leaving Alana in Askara's pregnant state back then, Zhafran's inner”.

^^^

It has been a long time since Devan and Arkan plan abandoned for touring to Jogja. Three months ago, who was supposed to be there all touring but Devan felt tired, so he invited the driver to take him there. And two months ago, Arkan, Devan and their wife were in the car again, thinking about the risk of fatigue on the road.

However, the touring plan was still discussed by Arkan and Devan, although it did not know when the realization was. Either just a discourse, to remember their youth, or someday will be realized as well. At least they will talk to their children. If the children know, of course all do not allow them to go to Jogja using a motorcycle.

“How, Dev? So?” ask Arkan when he meets Devan at his house.

“The driver is so, but pity not the same our wife if later tired on the road?” answer Devan.

“That's what I was thinking too,” replied Arkan.

“It's not young anymore, Bro. Yes my wife is very young, but still think she is tired or not later, later if tired of my ration in bed will be kurnag,” said Devan.

“Yaelah Dev ... still think about your bed business!” hatch Arkan. “Lo is well ... gosh .. not out of thought still really doyan ya? Potang bini lo still young!”

“Idih use my lo again! You think we're still high school?” kelakar Devan's.

“Ya you are still very excited! Cake is still puberty time you are!”

“Puber third maybe?” answer Devan. “Yes, biological needs must be kept, Arkan? If my wife is tired how do I try? Delay will happen, will you make a head pegel, Arkan?”

“Yes yes, if it's procrastination it does make dizziness. Well, my wife but not as young as your wife, she's our age, is she at least two years younger than me? Your age?” arkan.

“Iya anyway, then this is when touring to there?” ask Devan. “Plan only, never realized!”

“After this, we continue our plan, even when it arrives. But, I already miss once with Askran, and yesterday he said Zahfran just stopped by there, after taking care of the project there,” said Arkan.

“Zhafran stop by there?”

“Yes, just a few days ago anyway? He said they stopped by, right near his location with Ardha's house?” arkan.

“How about next month only, we fix touring there?” devan.

“Any chin? Later like that time, I was excited, suddenly you said just use the car, I picked you up and Thalia! It will be less spirit I got!”

“And that time bring a toy and especially that for Askara? I think that this is just me missing Alana and Askara. Kangen my grandson's same son,” Devan said.

“Ya too, yesterday also Lia brought let alone tuh for Askara the same for Alana? Sometimes it's our wife who ribet bring this, even though later shopping there can not ya? Buy there?”

“The name is also the same grandmother kangen her grandson how the hell? Yes you want to bring souvenirs!” hatch Devan.

“Iya, I will find a suitable route for us to go through. Now there is an alternative route, you remember our last touring first right? Are you still the same as Ica? Nadia might still be TK him. We go to Jogja through an alternative path, yes more beautiful way anyway, ready not at least 13 hours and it has not rest. We used to be young, bro, so we could keep going, just rest once. We are decrepit now! Strong not approx?”

“The nutmeg lo jompo! Two-round man I'm still strong!” hatch Devan.

“Out language bed! Lo it's hyper or what the hell?” arkan.

“Said need ih! Go back and find the right route. Yes, we have this intention, we prove to our children, if we are still strong adventurous on the road,” said Devan.

“Ya already seems more cool through the path that we used to pass while touring there anyway, especially now he said the road is getting better. The important thing is to be ready, do not sleep anyway. If our wife drowsiness we just rope with cloth, the cake of the father boncengin his son so as not to fall,” said Arkan.

“Yes time our wife baby?” devan.

They are both still noisily discussing the route that will be used for later motorized to Jogja.  While their wives were busy buying some clothes and toys for Askara, to be taken there. Nadia and Thalia had already finished buying clothes for Askara, as well as some toys for Askara, and the result was each carrying seven large paperbags, which contained all the items for Askara. They go home, and go home to Nadia, because Arkan is still at Nadia's house, is discussing the route for Touring to Jogja.

Arriving at their home in welcome with their husband who was looking at him with his head shaking saw them carrying a bunch of paper bags, and both Arkan and Devan knew that it was for Askara. “Again, Bro!” arkan said by patting Devan on the shoulder.

“What does that mean, Pi?” ask Thalia to Arkan.

“What's in your hands?” ask Arkan.

“Oh this, will mami same Nadia want plans to Jogja, this will bring for Askara, this has Askara,” replied Thalia relaxed.

“Already expected, how is Dev?”

“Should it fail again after we have planned and already got the right route?” answer Devan.

“This are you guys talking about route?” ask Nadia.

“We have discussed the route, want to tour to Jogja, next month. It'll be a few more days next month, so we want a motorbike there. This you guys even shop a lot, how do you take it? We're going there not to bring anything, Ma? Only supplies for travel, this is even a lot of shopping mama for Askara?” obviously Devan.

“You guys are so dizzy? Can it be packaged? Now do you send a lot? Keep us motoring there?” thalia.

“Yes too anyway, how about, Dev?” arkan.

“May-can, yes already this deal next month?” devan.

“Iya dong, deal. We fix that route, right? The motor should be stable which is important,” Arkan said.

“That's for sure, I will check my motorcycle again, I will take it to Dawn later,” Devan replied.

“Deal, yes? Anyway do not tell our children, if you say our plan can fail again,” said Arkan.

“Iya dong, later Acha, Fatih, Shaka, nag all,” Devan said.

^^^

Devan and Arkan are already preparing to make the long journey from Jakarta to Yogyakarta. After the morning prayers, they immediately get ready. Arkan stayed at Devan's house, because in order to prepare together, not waiting for each other.

They prepare everything carefully. From their physical, to the physical vehicle. All are carefully prepared. Two of Askara's handsome opas are already wearing their touring clothes. Leather jackets, and vests were already attached to their bodies. Gloves, masks, knee pads, and shoes, have been neatly worn by them, and they choose a comfortable helmet to wear motorized, because their journey will take approximately 13 hours.

They also have checked the condition of the motorcycle, tools kit, raincoat, and other equipment they have also prepared carefully.

“Aready all?” ask Devan.

“Already, let's now go,” take Arkan.

“Ma, you're ready, right?” ask Devan.

“Iya, Pa, ready dong. My spirit is the first time I was taught touring much the same papa?” replied Nadia.

“You're all set, right, Mi?” ask Arkan to Thalia.

“Iya is ready everything dong,” replied Thalia.

“Yes already, we pray, then leave,” Arkan said.

They form a circle, embrace each other and pray before the journey.

“Bismillah .. yuk, let’s go ...!” arkan said with passion.

Arkan and Devan are on their motorcycles, their wives are already piggybacking behind them.

“Ready, Ma?”

“Iya, pa, let's enjoy this long journey, feel young me,” said Nadia.

“Ya is indeed a young mother once,” said Devan.

“Ready, mi?” ask Arkan.

“Iya, ready pi, remember still dating ya pi?”

“Iya yes, yes we have remembered our journey of courtship alone which often touring together,” said Arkan.

They set out for Jogja that morning, went through a long journey, and carved out memories of their youth who loved to explore the cities by motor.