Brother, May I Love You?
Chapter 2

"Is there anything missing?" ask Auntie for the umpteenth time.

Kiran looked towards the suitcase, the bag filled with food then shook her head.

"There's no such thing as Bi. Kiran checked again before leaving for the station"

"Don't forget to eat. If you do not spend the same cooking, buy it"

Kiran smiled. He understood that his aunt was worried about him. Understandably, they have never been apart for as long as this year. Whatever happens, they are always both and like inseparable. But now Kiran deliberately broke away. To live his own life. So does his aunt who has to take care of her new family.

"Kiran is big Bi"

"Yes .. but ... "

Kiran saw the tears flowing down her aunt's cheeks. He hugged his mother-like Aunt and felt the same warmth as usual.

"Kiran will eat regularly. Also call my aunt every day. But ... kind of in the afternoon, Bi. Frightened Kiran disturbed Auntie's quality time with Uncle again" Kiran joked a pinch in her own stomach. Pain mixed with ticklish taste.

"Just call whenever you want. My aunt would wait every day. If you're there by yourself, go back to Jakarta"

"Yes"

Kiran took off her embrace and wiped off her Aunt's tear marks.

"Ran, I can only find this drink. What's the no time?"

Kiran was surprised to see two minimarket plastic bags full in the hands of Cia and Putri.

"You wanna come?" ask Kiran suspiciously.

"This is all for you. You will be home alone. Mending nyetok instant food kayak gini"

Kiran saw instant noodles, her favorite little cookies and lots of chocolate.

"I'll be alone later. You can make it a month after all"

"just finished. Do not let you starve because you are afraid to leave the house later" ordered the Princess.

"Good Boss" Kiran replied in a ready position.

When he thought the inns were so many, Kiran was mistaken. His uncle who had been walking around the station again brought a plastic bag containing three boxes of typical Bandung brownies.

"This ... "

"You take it" said his uncle and handed it all over to Kiran.

Looks like Kiran will be fat if you have to spend all this food. Especially in the old house there is no refrigerator to store food that quickly stale.

After rearranging his luggage, Kiran finally brought two bags in her left hand and one suitcase in her right hand and walked into the station area. He waved his hand before disappearing inside. I saw Cia crying. It was sad to leave the only family he had, as well as his two best friends to go to work. But ... Kiran knew that all this needed to be done. For the peace in his heart.

Kiran got into Gajayana's car which would take her to Malang and put all her luggage on the seat. He greeted the person sitting next to him. They will be travel companions for the next seventeen hours. The sound of a whistle signaled the train was about to depart and Kiran felt a thump towards the front. Gajayanan train majored Jakarta-Malang finally departed. He took a deep breath and typed the text to his Aunt and two best friends.

"I'm leaving. Doain yes!!! I Love you"

His message immediately got a reply that almost made him cry. Bottom line, Aunt, Uncle, Cia and Princess will be waiting for the news always. Also pray Kiran find what she is looking for in Malang later.

What exactly is he looking for in Malang?

Memories of his mother?

Or ... people who have not been seen or heard from again for more than ten years? The first man to make his heart ache was forced to leave his own hometown. The stranger who had become a family then returned to be a stranger. Her sister's.

Seventeen hours finally ended just like that when the train stopped at Malang City Station.

"I've just got Bi"

"Aren't weary? You must be tired, right? I told you to get on a plane"

Kiran immediately contacted her aunt as soon as she set foot in Malang.

"What's not Bi. Kiran can also sleep on the train"

"Yes already. You can pesen ojol or ride a rickshaw to go home. But Kasian's gonna be his tramp"

"Later Kiran clay first in front ya Bi. This Kiran hasn't left the station yet"

"Oh, yes. Just eat first if it's nyampe home"

"Yes Bi"

Kiran gets out of the station and is accosted by many people who offer her rental cars and rickshaws. Because the distance of his house is quite far from the station, Kiran ordered a car bulge. Poor rickshawman if you have to drive him let alone bring a lot of stuff like this. Seeing the monument of Malang made Kiran sure that she was really already in her hometown. Nothing much has changed from this city. Just a small few compared to ten years ago. Kiran enjoyed her journey by seeing every road she walked and soon arrived at a house no stranger.

A region that never changes. Probably because it is close to a museum that has stood since 1962. Also located around the big road Ijen which is still the same from the past until now.

"It's over with Mbak" said the online motorcycle taxi driver, awakening Kiran from her daydream.

"Yes Sir. The stuff in the back asking for help is taken out sir"

"Yes"

After Kiran paid the ojol, she could only stand in front of the fence she remembered. He took a deep breath and walked around the fence towards the gate and felt his chest tight. Like entering the door of time into the past that for ten years was deliberately removed. Because he wants to survive for his future.

"Not changed" he commented as he entered the gate. He could see the plants around the house. More poorly maintained than ten years ago. Only two large trees he remembered had not shaded this house again from the scorching sun. Bibi said the two trees were too big and had to be cut down so as not to endanger the house. Kiran walked towards the terrace and suddenly her tears flowed unstoppably again.

"Mother ... Kiran came home" he said in a raucous voice.

All the memories of his mother passed wildly in his mind at this moment. Causes a feeling of longing that stifles the chest.

Ten minutes later Kiran wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks. Trying to step inside the house. But the door is locked. Oh yeah, he forgot to ask his aunt for a key. Where did the person who rented this house last put the key? Kiran was busy shifting pots and chairs, hoping to find the key, but still did not find it.

"Have you come?"

Kiran was speechless hearing a voice coming from behind her. A voice he had never heard again for ten years. The voice of the one who managed to make him leave from his hometown. Kiran turned around and looked at the man. With his unblinking eyes, Kiran caught the same face but an impression that was so different from that person.

"Zanna. How are you doing? Do you remember brother?"

Remember that? More precisely cannot forget. But, this person was not like ten years ago. There are so many differences. Maybe a clean chin? No. .. This guy's face is too clean. Also the clothes and manner of standing of this person is more..tidy than he always remembered ten years ago. But no one else would call him by that name. Other than father, mother and this person standing in front of him.

"Relse ... Dhika's?" kiran asked and was greeted with a smile by that person.