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#14
...Episode 14's...
Surprised I saw in the barn there was Grandma who was cleaning all my paintings. I went up to Grandma, and she was surprised to see me come in and say, "Loh Hani why haven't you slept?"
I replied with a gesture, "I woke up, and took a drink in the kitchen, Grandma."
"Grandmother also woke up, saw Hani's painting was a mess, grandma cleaned it up. Now it's done, let's go to sleep again," said Grandma.
I walked to the camp with Grandma, and then I lay down to sleep again. Grandma went back to her room. I'm still wondering why grandma's thinking about cleaning up my painting. The curiosity slowly dissipated with sleepiness, I slept again.
At 04:30, Dad woke me up, told me to hurry to take a shower and get ready. Brother Dini who panicked because of bad luck, rushed to shower immediately. I'm not afraid to take a shower too late. After everything was done, we had breakfast. Dad started preparing a car to drive us both to the airport.
At 05:00 we leave, at 05:30 we arrive at the airport. Grandma who always carried me, hugged me, kissed me, told me not to eat there late.I just nodded and kissed Grandma.
Down from Grandma's sling I hugged Dad, kissed him, the tears didn't stop dripping, Dad said nothing. I know Dad was so sad to be away from his only child. My sister and I started walking towards the plane. My hand for Grandma and Dad, just like Dad, I can't hold back my tears.
I have to be strong, I have to be independent, I have to be a child who can be proud of my family. Those words that I always instilled in my heart, while walking away from Father and Grandma.
Kak Dini held my hand, grasping my hand tightly. You look like you're running around looking for a place that might see me. Until I finally saw Dad again, started getting on the plane, and waiting for the plane to fly.
Looking up at the sky through the window of the plane, I felt like I was leaving and would never come back. The heart that was strong at first became indecisive, I did not want to go, I wanted to go back, I wanted to go home and live with Dad.
The plane was leaving soon, I could do nothing, cry, cry, and could only cry. Brother Dini did not let go of his grasp, trying to strengthen me. From his eyes it was like talking, you can, you are strong....
An 11-year-old child must travel far into a land of people, a country that has never been seen, a country whose people I have never seen, even the language I do not know much about. On the plane, the faces of my father and grandmother were covered.
Over time I fell asleep, it did not feel more than 7 hours I was above the altitude, Kak Dini woke me up, I woke up looking around the passengers were standing in line out of the plane.
I have arrived in Tokyo, Japan. Stand up, slowly walk alternately out of the plane. Before coming out, Kak Dini immediately put on a super thick jacket, I came out with my body wrapped very tightly.
At first I felt very excessive, but when I felt the temperature outside it was natural Kak Dini put on this jacket. Coincidentally I came in winter, seen snowflakes in the streets.
After picking up all our luggage and belongings, Kak Dini asked me to wait in the lobby. There were 2 people coming up to us, saying, "Hani?"
"Please come with us, everything is ready."
We headed out, there was already a car waiting, we got in the car. The two men were father's men, they were assigned to look after me and take us wherever we went.
I feel like the empress, where I go is always guarded, before I'm hungry the food's been served. We went to the ready-made house that my father had prepared. Arriving at the house, his eyes did not blink, amazed not play to see the splendor of the father's house in Tokyo.
The house in Indonesia is even less magnificent than the house here. The expression shown by Kak Dini was the same as me, amazed to see the house. The courtyard is very spacious, the house is surrounded by a flower garden and many fruit trees.
We walked towards the entrance, all the servants had gathered in line to welcome our arrival. Everyone in this house is a native Indonesian who works for my father.
One of the bodyguards was assigned specifically as a language translator, really made comfortable I live here. All were very loyal and obedient to orders.
I was guided here to be a very authoritative woman, not school like a child in general, my school at home, the teacher who came to me. However, I entered a special art school and got together with other talented children.
The school is only focused on developing the talents of every child. It is no longer taught about lessons that have nothing to do with each other's talents.
The thing I really need to do in Tokyo is follow all the vocal cord recovery treatment process. Every day I have to take medication, have therapy, and so on.
Painting talent is getting honed and getting better after 1 year I am here. I can say better, because I got the award as the youngest most talented painter in the country. My paintings show a lot, even sold at a very fantastic price.
3 Years, I've been like an artist. My name is a lot of people's talk. Not a joke, but a compliment I received. During these 3 years I also always look for the existence of mother, but the results are nil.
Even though they are far from their fathers and grandmothers, they call and ask questions every day. Tomorrow my father and grandmother come to Tokyo to attend a grand exhibition held specifically for my paintings.
My heart is so happy to hear that my father and grandmother are coming, that my longing is unbearable to see them both. Wanted to hug, wanted to kiss her. My age has grown up already understand about falling in love, Kak Dini heard the secretary father will come too, laughing happily.
But unfortunately happiness is not as complete as what is expected by my father about my voice, I have been following the treatment program for 3 years, but the results are still not satisfactory.
From the results of the treatment I could only make a very small sound, like the sound of a bird. Dad knew about my voice, with such results, I was happy enough and didn't demand too much.
All the grief caused by my shortcomings, such as insults, insults, and other sorrows, gradually disappeared. I became a stronger woman and was grateful for the blessings given by God.