LOVE BLOWS FROM REUNION
Episode 109: SILENCE IS QUIET ON ITS OWN

    Yayan drives a white fortune, passing on the trans-Java toll road. Departing from Jakarta around three in the afternoon, drove to Jogja. Beside him, there was his faithful wife giving directions, and always reminded her husband if his mistress was too speeding. While in the middle seat, his mother sits alone which is certainly accompanied by various foods. Yes, that's how people understand to travel, at least in the car there are snacks or food that can help as PPPK, first aid in hunger.

    Despite driving casually, Yayan remained cautious. Understandably, on Friday many vehicles that pass, will be tweaked. Cars from Jakarta to the east are very crowded. Moreover, this is a young date. Of course many will travel, refreshing, aka picnic. Silvy, his wife, who was sitting next to him, unceasingly reminded her husband to be careful.

    At ten o'clock, Yayan's car, which Silvy and his mother were riding in, went into the gate of Nirwana Homestay. The gate was already different from when about three weeks ago, when they came for the reunion of Rini's companions. Well, the gate was perfect. With a large gate pillar, the architect is a super twisted brick. Turning from bottom to top, with a width of about one meter, as well as a height of four meters.the distance of one pillar with another about five meters. Bus or truck can enter. At the top there is a curved signpost made of galvalum silver that stretches from the south side pillar to the north side pillar, with the inscription 'NIRWANA HOMESTAY'. While the middle of the gate there is a sliding door, which is also made of three-meter-high silver galvalum. This gate can be shifted to the right half side and to the left half side. And asphalt driveway, it's been very smooth.

    There are guards ready to open the door every time a guest comes out or wants to come in. Just like when Yayan's car arrived in front of the gate of the Nirwana Homestay. Yayan stopped, as the gate was closed, almost tightly shut.

    "Good night, Mr .... Can we help you?" there was a guard coming out of the security guard post behind the gate, coming towards Yayan.

    "Yes, Mr .... We are from the family of Pak Hamdan Jakarta, who has Unit 3 and Unit 4 lodging. Tomorrow will sign the ownership agreement." replied Yayan who had come down from behind the steering wheel of his car.

    "Oh injih, Mr .... Please sign. Which inn would you like to occupy? Unit 3 what is Unit 4? We'll get the keys" said the security guard, sliding through the gate.

    "Unit 4, Mas ..." said Silvy, to her husband.

    "Unit 4, sir ..." Yayan told the gatekeeper.

    "Ready ..." said the guard.

    Then the guard went into the guard post, took the key in a small desk drawer.Then ran small to the inn Unit 4, to open the door for the owner who will stay there.

    Yayan entered slowly, while looking to the right and to the left. Everything has changed. Especially the fences and parks and parking lots of each lodging unit. In Unit 1 parking lot, there are two parking lots. Means Unit 1 lodging is already there to rent. Likewise, when he turned to the inn Unit 2 facing Unit 1, there were even three cars parked. Maybe the room in the Inn is full Unit 2.

    Then slowly Yayan turned his car to the inn Unit 4, which was Silvy's homestay.

    "Mah .., Mamah .... Awake, Mah .... We're here." said Silvy woke up his mother who was still soundly asleep in the car.

    "Huh ..., has it arrived?! How could you feel?" sahut Rini who stammered awakened his son.

    "City, Den .... This is the room, I have opened it. Wearing which one, please. The key is still in the doorway" said the guard, who had opened the door.

    "Thank you, Mr .... If I may know, what is this man called?" ask Rini who just got out of the car.

    "I'm Tugimin, Mother .., commonly called Mr. Min" said the guard.

    "Mr Min .... Oh yes, Mr. Min ..., these nights are there still food sales around here?" ask Rini who is certainly hungry.

    "She, Madam .... Bakmi tek-tek, it's a bakmi sales person who is encouraged, while sounding the 'tek-tek' sign'. Usually the tek-tek often pass the road in front. Mommy want?" ask Mr. Min.

    "You, Sir .... If someone passes by asking for help to be called yes .." said Rini.

    "Corn, Mother .... Then I will go to the post, to intercept the bakul bakmi tek-tek. Pareng, Ibu ..., Den ..." said Mr. Min who immediately stepped towards the guard post.

    Yayan immediately picked up the suitcase of clothes that was in the back trunk. So did Silvy, taking the hawker on the backseat. Rini took a handbag and a clothes bag to change. Then they stepped in and chose a room. Selected room next door. Rini is at the front, while Yayan and his wife are at the back, which is close to the kitchen.

    Silvy immediately stepped into the kitchen to put the rest of the snacks brought from Jakarta. Then open the refrigerator. Still empty. A risky snack is put in the refrigerator. Next put some bottles of mineral water into the refrigerator. Let it cool, fresh when in the drink.

    "Tek ..., tek ..., tek ...."

    Is correct. There was a tek-tek sound. Mi tek-tek sales person.

    "Well, that sounds tek-tek .... It must be the seller" Silvy told his mother.

    "Yes, message ...."

    "Den ..., Mother .... This is the sale that has arrived. Monggo please order yourself." said Mr. Min who had delivered the noodle seller tek-tek to the front of the inn Rini and her children. The bakmi seller had already entered the inn yard.

    "O yes, Mr. Min .... Thank you." rushed Silvy and Yayan out to the tek-tek noodle seller.

    "Min Mr ...! Mr. Min order first, make a stomach warmer." shouted Rini who was still on the terrace.

    "Corn, Mother .... Maturnuwun ..." said Mr. Min the post guard.

    "Yes ...! Let's order first!" rini said that forced Mr. Min.

    "Corn, Mother .... Mas, I digawekke bakmi nyemek pedes. There is no staying post, yo ..." said Mr. Min a message to the seller. Then we headed to the guard post again.

    "Mas, is there any food sold?" ask Rini to the seller of tek-tek noodles.

    "I'm fried rice" said Yayan ordering.

    "Wear eggs, chicken, tripe ...?" ask the seller.

    "Complite." said Yayan.

    "I bakmi fried mixed bihun can not?" ask Silvy.

    "Can .... Wear chicken eggs?" said the seller.

    "Yes, Mas .... Love a lot of soy sauce." replied Silvy.

    "I'm a fried noodle, Mas ..." Rini's message to the seller.

    That night, the bakmi seller started a fire in angklo. The blazing fire is blown by the wind from a mini fan connected to the battery. Pretty creative. Wajan is on a burning charcoal, then mix the cooking spices spread the fragrant smell evocative. Many times the seller who was cooking it smacked the susruk into his dish. The sound of 'tek ...! tek ...!' typical seller mi tek-tek. The sound has the meaning of releasing the sticky noodles on the frying pan, it could be waking people who are sleeping but still hungry, or also giving a sign that the noodles are ready to serve people who want to buy. Anyway, if you hear the sound of tek-tek, it means there are sellers of noodles and fried rice.

    Great traditional cuisine of course. Fried rice, fried bakmi, fried bakmi mixed bihun .... Already presented. Rini, Silvy and Yayan, enjoy the special meal on the terrace of the open space, which has been provided a table and a garden chair as a family lounge. So much fun.

    "Eh, it's delicious, Mah .." Silvy told her mother.

    "Yes, very nice .... It feels typical, feels up to the throat." said Rini.

    "The fried rice is also delicious. The seasoning goes into every grain of rice. It's delicious." said Yayan.

    Of course Rini and Silvy who were curious immediately reached out his spoon took the fried rice on Yayan's plate.

    "Hmmm .... Right ..., really good." said his in-laws who tasted fried rice.

    They enjoyed the meal until the last. The plates are clean with no leftover.

    "Already, Mas. How much, Mas ...?" ask Rini after finishing her fried noodles.

    "It happened with Mr. Min four plates, njih .... All forty thousand." said the seller.

    "Huh ...?! Forty thousand?" Rini was surprised by the cheap price.

    "God, Mother ... per ten thousand portion." said the seller.

    Rini took the money from her wallet. Pay for good and cheap food, but make the stomach full.

    "Mas, tomorrow night come here again, yes ..." Silvy told the seller.

    Of course with the good food, and the very cheap price, makes them become a tuman, addicted to buying again.

    "Eh, Mah ..., why didn't we invite Papah Yudi?" said Silvy who suddenly remembered Yudi, the man he secretly admired.

    "Don't, Honey .... It's late at night. It's not good to disturb people who are resting." said Rini forbid his son.

    "But we're here too haven't told Papah Yudi, Mah .." said Silvy again.

    "Tomorrow morning, dear .... It's night" said Rini, who kept banning her son.

    "Iw, Mamah .... Who knows Papah Yudi is still awake ...." Silvy still wants to contact Yudi.

    "Don't, Honey .... Mending we sleep first, tomorrow morning we call Papah Yudi, we take breakfast together. Pity your tired husband who drove from Jakarta to Jogja. Let your husband rest too." Rini still forbids her son to contact Yudi.

    Finally, Silvy according to his mother. She invited her husband to come into the room, to rest. Likewise, Rini, he went into the room, lay his body on the mattress, to return to rest.

    But when he entered the room, he remembered Yudi. His son had already teased the longing that he wanted to remove, and instantly reappeared. Odin .... The name reappeared in his heart. Especially at this time, he was in the room alone, quiet and silent. The room is similar to the room in Yudi's house. The room was similar to the bed he had once visited. The room is similar to the room when she is spawning to someone who is not her husband. And the feeling was more pronounced, the longing was getting bigger, as he saw the arrangement of the furniture of the room that was really the same as the room where he had fainted in it. Could it be who arranged this room Yudi? Did Yudi deliberately design this room for him?

    Maybe it was his son. Right Silvy to call Yudi. Had there been Yudi, perhaps this room would no longer be deserted. If there is Yudi, maybe this room is no longer quiet. If there is Yudi, surely this heart will be happy, happy and able to laugh. Why did I forbid Silvy to call Yudi? Ah, it's impossible. I'm not that stupid, playing behind in front of my kids. What am I this. So berserk Rini's mind.

    But now, Rini who is alone, in this room feels lonely, empty without anyone. Only himself in the silence of the night grew colder. Rini in her own room is a silent friend.

    "G .... Last night I lived alone, it felt lonely and tormented. But Yudi ...?! He had lived alone for thirty years, deserted without anyone. My staff have been torturing Yudi all this time." so muttered Rini who felt the torment of living alone.