I'm taking back mine
Good bye

Without Nabila and Ros's mother realizing, it turns out Kasiar witnessed her brother's bitter cries. The Emperor glazed over to see his brother look very fragile.

"It hurts to see you crying like that, Mba," the Emperor murmured, his tears falling down his cheeks.

The Emperor chose to leave the two women of different ages. He's headed to the front porch, where Wahyu and Raksa are playing robots.

Meanwhile in the room, Nabila felt relieved after releasing all the burden she was carrying.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Nabila cengg huh?" tanya Nabila with puffy eyes effects too long crying.

"The mother's child is not crybaby, crying is natural if someone feels a tremendous disappointment," said Ros' mother softly while caressing the face of her child.

"When the promise, after this Nabila will no longer cry. Ma'am," said Nabila smiled faintly.

"Not pa-pa, son. God willing behind all the problems that befall you there will be a rainbow after. So, never break up praying," advised Ros's mother.

Nabila nodded with a smile, "Yes, Mom. Aamiin, InsyaAllah Nabila will continue to pray especially for the happiness of Mother and Raksa," said Nabila to lay his head on his mother's lap.

"Mom will be happy if Mother's children are happy." Ros' mother caressed her son's head.

"Hopefully the Emperor will find a partner who truly accepts it, Ma'am."

"Aami... You too, son. I pray your children find a partner who can accept you sincerely."

"When it feels traumatized to get married, ma'am."

"Don't be like that, son. Not all men are like the Ocean, before you tested with a husband like the Ocean, but in the future I'm sure there will be men who sincerely love you and Raksa."

"Yes, Mom. But for now, Nabila wants to focus on taking care of Raksa first, Mom."

"Yes, it's a parent's obligation to raise their child. Already sad, now let's help Mom bring this suitcase forward so that tomorrow stay put in the car," said Ms. Ros pointed to her suitcase.

Nabila raised her head, then set her eyes to follow her mother's index finger.

"Let Nabila take it, ma'am. Only 1 suitcase equals 1 carry bag?" ask Nabila.

"Yes that's all. But the bag let the mother carry it, it's very heavy" said Ros's mother.

"It won't be heavy, Mom." Nabila walked over to the suitcase and bag. Nabila raised the bag was placed on the suitcase, "Nih, put it here aja, Mom. So it is easier to carry," said Nabila while pulling the handle of the suitcase.

Nabila put her mother's suitcase near the main door, then masu to Raksa's room and out with a medium-sized Raksa suitcase and toy bag.

"Mba, what else?" ask Emperor.

"Mba again move around the suitcase for tomorrow, so it's easy to lift it," replied Nabila.

"Oh my goodness, Mba. I can call Isar, let Isar take care of this suitcase."

"As long as you can do why bother you." Nabila smiled.

The Emperor snorted, "Mba is too independent" the Emperor said annoyedly.

"Isn't she the independent woman that men like?"

"Not everyone, Mba."

"Yes sorry, Mba thought it was all so," replied Nabila grinning.

"Judehahlah. Isar wants to go to the room first, want to take a suitcase to be combined with others," said the Emperor passed to his room.

The day Nabila will bring his family to Jakarta. Nabila was busy checking the condition of her mother's house before it was completely abandoned.

"Have you checked everything, Mba?" ask Emperor.

"Yes already. Later once a week there will be people who come to clean, so it is safe," replied Nabila.

"Pay people to clean houses?"

"Yes, that's what we do so that at any time we come home still in a clean state."

The emperor nodded his head in understanding, "Come, Mba. The pickup car has arrived" the Emperor asked.

"Yes, come on."

Nabila and the Emperor left the house. Nabila locked the door of his house. Feeling all safe Nabila came into the car.

"Have you?" ask Pak Wahyu when Nabila is sitting next to his mother.

"Bismillah, goodbye Pontianak. Maybe it will take a very long time to come back here again" said Inner Nabila.

The car that was boarded by Nabila's entourage slowly left the yard of Ros's mother's house. They plan to have lunch in the airport.

Arriving at the airport, the Emperor and Wahyu sir dropped the suitcases and others from the car.

"All that, Sar?" ask Nabila.

"Already, Mba."

"Let's go inside, let's eat first. Kasian Raksa must be hungry," asked Wahyu.

"Laksa lapalll" said Raksa.

"Aduadu... Laper mom's son, son? Let's eat" asked Nabila to her son.

Raksa sat in his stroller driven by his mother. Suitcases and other items are arranged on a trolly. Because the departure schedule is still about an hour away, Pak Wahyu left his trolly in the security section. Then the group headed to the restaurant. They ate lunch with wisdom.

An hour later, they were sitting in the plane seat. The plane has taken off.

"Dad... Forgive me for leaving our home, I do this for the happiness of our children, Dad," said the inner mother Ros.

Someone patted Ros's mother's shoulder, "Mother why?" the Emperor was worried.

Ros's mother smiled, "Mom doesn't have anything, son."

"If you feel unwell, you should be restless. Later until Isar wakes up Mother" said the Emperor.

"Mom is okay. I'm just afraid, it's the first time I've been on a plane" Ros's mother joked.

"Close your eyes, Mom. Then hold the hand of the Emperor," said the Emperor softly, "Isar will always be there for Mother, mba Nabila and Raksa," he continued.

Ros' mother followed her son's words. Closing his eyes and holding his hand. Comfortable feeling felt by mother Ros.

"Well, we managed to educate our children" said inner mother Ros smiling.

While Nabila positioned Raksa to sit comfortably during the flight.

"Wheens, is the seat comfortable?" ask Nabila softly.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Raksa.

Nabila smiled, "Children sholeh," said Nabila rubbed his son's head.

The plane landed smoothly at Jakarta airport. All passengers took turns descending, including Nabila's entourage.

They are now waiting for an invitation that has not yet come.

"The pick-up has not arrived, it may be stuck in traffic" said Mr. Wahyu.

"Yes, sir," replied Nabila.

"Would we sit down first, it would be very tiring to wait while standing like this, hehehe.." proposed the Emperor with a little joke.

"Yes, the Emperor was right. We are right there," said Mr. Revelation while pointing to an empty seat.

About 30 minutes a jolly girl who is very well known Nabila came in a hurry.

"Hallo... Assalamualaikum everyone," greeted Clara cheerfully.

"Waalaikumssalam.." they answered in unison.

"I'm sorry, I'm late" Clara said.

"No problem, Clara. We understand, you also have a more important office responsibility" said Mr. Revelation fast.

"Once again I'm sorry... Well then, come on, the car is right over there," Clara pointed to the car she was carrying.

"Thank you, Clara. I've taken our pick-up time," said Nabila smiling.

Clara smiled as she looked at Nabila, "Mba Nabila relax, Clara is happy to pick up Mba, you know," said Clara.

"Come, that's another way we're still quiet here," invited Nabila chuckled because they were left behind by the group.

"Yes, Mba. Here let me encourage this cute child," said Clara then took over the handle stroller Raksa.

"Dwearing... So it's not good, it's been picked up, there's stuff brought, now there's also Raksa momong," said Nabila chuckled.