MY BLOCK OF ICE
The beginning of a journey

True as Nadin had guessed, Rendi tracked Nadin down from the

his mobile number, Nadin has removed his number card and replaced it with

new Tang, he just told Dini his new number.

Nadin chose the city of Surabaya as his escape, he used the train so that

rendi's men were unable to track him down, really the lesson from the cold man was useful for a time like this.

He asked Dini to do it

flight to korea to fool Rendi.

Through the black card used

Early to do the melting Rendi track the whereabouts of Nadin, Nadin profit

already told Dini to cash the money in atm which is quite far from

his place.

Dini made a new savings book on behalf of Dini and handed it to Nadin before Nadin left for Surabaya.

“Be careful Nad, call me when you get there, my budhe is waiting for you there, don't think about anything, for you

relax, if you're sure, go back to your husband and get your business done

with a cool head, whatever your decision I will always support you as

friends.”

Early message before she makes her departure to Korea with

identity as Nadin.

It is very difficult to hide from her husband, but she needs time to be alone, to reflect on everything.

Her heart ached knowing her husband was covering up such a big thing, whether it was a lie or what other big reality she didn't know.

All this time, she trusted her husband

so high maybe even a big angina can't knock it down, but

I don't know why at the moment he doesn't want to believe it.

Nadin stared at the rice field that stretched along the path of what was carrying him, his eyes were unable to stem the tears that had spilled from yesterday, maybe even a few liters.

The wind that hit several times and swept his tears did not make him dry.

The drizzle began to drop to make dew on the glass of his chariot. Occasional hand

he offered to make a pattern there, even his hand could not describe

regardless, only a line that curves to and fro can't be interpreted

actually he was drawing what.

Sometimes the train stopped at the station, dropped off some of its passengers, even Nadin did not realize how many times had changed people sitting in front of him, fortunately not too crowded, so he did not

too embarrassed to cry.

Maybe if it wasn't in the car, he would

crying like a child. He felt pain but did not know which pain

what he actually felt, he used to be sick but nothing like this.

Finally Nadin arrived at his destination, he

his body is so stiff because almost a day last night he was in

in the train tampa do activities other than crying.

The sun is still reluctant to emit its rays, still visible orange light in the east corner, still so

lazy to show up. Surabaya is still not awake, quiet and dark.

Nadin sat back on the iron bench, he did not know the area, but to have someone pick him up would be very troublesome.

He had to find the place himself.

“Consider this is a long road Nadin, the beginning of your journey is starting

and wait until Mas Rendi picks you up later, and when that comes I want to

everything has improved and this wound is healed!”

Nadin breathed that

inward. Crying is not the goal to go so far, he believes later

one day Rendi will come looking for him and say everything.

Nadin down the still lonely road, he

wait until a taxi passes there. But it turns out his stomach is more

in the past protests, it seemed like a long day yesterday had made it so

tormented until still this early his stomach asked to fill.

“Alright ..., if you guys want to eat, I will

find food you have never had in Jakarta!”

Nadin spoke to his stomach as if he were talking to worms protesting inside.

After the sun was a little kind to show his light, Nadin could see street vendors who began to open his lapar, on the edges of the road began to appear merchants with various merchandise, especially food as a morning menu, nadin's leg stopped at one of the shops,

belonging to a girl, it seems that if seen from the gesture his body is still

girl, she is still a dozen years old, but why have you been trading by the roadside,

is he no longer in school? Nadin's soul began to appear, momentarily forgetting

“Dek ...., is there anything you can eat?” Nadin asked, he did not want to sit down before making sure there was anything he could eat.

“So sister, what do you want to eat?”

Nadin noticed the inscription on the banner that was closing while people were eating, there were four or five food menus

which the girl was selling, Nadin actually chose foods that he did not meet at

Jakarta.

“I want to do just that!”

“Good brother, please sit!”

Finally Nadin sat down, he chose to sit in front of the girl, wanting to see the shrewdness of the girl concocting food whose name is rujak cingur.

The girl deftly mixed the pieces of fruits like

cucumbers, jicama, young manga, pineapple, and kedondong, as well as vegetables such as

sprouts, kale and long beans. There are also lontong slices,

fried tempeh, fried tofu and ginger. Then the girl doused it with herbs

sauce made from shrimp petis, sugar, chili, fried beans, fried onions, sugar,

salt and slices of banana klutuk exactly like the spice rujak in general.

“Please sis!” the girl handed a full plate containing the chirping ram to Nadin.

“Thank you, drink warm tea yes if you have!”

“Good brother!”

Nadin began to taste

the food he thought was so foreign to him, but so put it in

in the mouth the taste is refreshing, there is a sour, sweet, spicy, salty taste gathered

become one in his mouth.

“Dek, what's the sale?

Not in school?”

“School sis, briefly

again my mother will come in my place, then I will go home and leave

school!”

“good ..., a pinter school!”

Sure enough, food

Nadin had not finished, a middle-aged woman had already come over

that shop.

“Aisyah, you are ready

there, let mom change!”

“Iya ma'am!”

The girl kissed

his mother's hand then went out somewhere. She smiled at Nadin

and looked at Nadin at a glance, but that gaze then returned he focused on

big bag next to nadin.

“From where mbak, kok

bring a bag, not a person here huh?” Ask the mother to nadin, perhaps in view of the

his appearance is clearly Nadin lack of sleep.

“Iya ma'am, I'm from

Jakarta!”

“Oh ..., from Jakarta!”

Nadin is already

finishing his meal, he gulped down the remaining warm half of it.

He stood up and made the payment.

“Thank you mom, I

excuse me!”

Actually feel at home

sitting there, but buyers began to arrive it feels bad if it bothers

people who are selling. Nadin decided to continue his path. He was waiting for a taxi on the side of the road.

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