My Success for Mom's Dad
Ana and Fani

I poured a sachet of black coffee as well as low-calorie sugar into a small plastic glass that was right in front of me, then stirred it slowly until it was perfectly mixed. The clock shows at seven in the morning. It is still too early to sip a glass of warm coffee and sit breakfast in one of the shops lined up among the shops in this terminal.

The rainy season at the end of the year makes the morning atmosphere feel very cold. But this early and cold, terminal activity has been seen as hectic and bustling. Never imagined the capacity of passengers using public transportation is increasing every year.

Buses with a new destination Jakarta will depart in exactly one hour. Long enough time waiting. But it's okay, actually I did need this atmosphere before leaving my childhood city. There is so much to remember in an hour with beautiful memories. Five minutes waiting for the shop owner to deliver the food I ordered. I saw a photo on the one I kept in the gallery, a photo of who else if not a photo of father and mother. While waiting for the bus to Jakarta I spent breakfast first.

My mom and dad always supported my decision. But different for this time, I left for a moment this city just to visit the campus in Jakarta. And now, coincidentally, in the new year setting, I can take a year-end leave and start the year long enough.

I first got out of town by myself to pit fate for the future. In that atmosphere people of the same fate as me would be very difficult to make a wise decision.

Without feeling 30 minutes passed I was in this tavern. After my breakfast was over, I immediately went out of the store and headed to the terminal where the bus to Jakarta was located. I accidentally hit the girl who just got out of her seat.

"I'm sorry" I apologized as I helped her up.

"Sorry too, I'm Fani who are you?" answer with a smile.

"I am Ana" I replied and shook hands as a sign of introduction.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to Jakarta."

"That means our destination is the same, let's go to the bus,"

A brief introduction between me and Fani. Fani is also from the same city as me, Fani is also very kind, friendly and simple. It was at this time that our friendship began.

During the trip there are no other discussions other than the circumstances of each and share a fairly interesting life story. Arriving in Jakarta we decided to stay at the same boarding house. With room space nearby, every night was a night of conversation filled with laughter. At first our conversation was about life, daily activities, or other problems.

Increasingly, life philosophies, romance journeys, life ideals and heavier topics began to emerge.

Fani is the best friend in the discussion. He was a good listener even though it was me who took the initiative to start a conversation with him. He is very accustomed to finding the best solution in everything, except love problems.

...

One night at eight, like a possessed man, Fani stormed into my room without permission, let alone knock on the door.

"Who?"

"You won't believe it. You know, today I visited where, so this morning I took the bus. You know what I found? Handsome guy, An. Very handsome," I was excited to see Fani her tears look radiant.

He swiftly stuck out his finger, certainly not nine. I smiled, closing the laptop. It's time now to repay the kindness he has so often done for me. Be a good listener.

Dicky, that's the guy's name. This is Fani said on the eighth day since she told him about it for the first time. Sure, I'm sure his real name isn't that short, but to this day, he doesn't dare to rebuke or greet him, let alone ask about his full name. At first glance only Dicky he knows from his id card.

Her eyes were sharp and beautiful with perfect eyebrows. The nose is smooth and proportionate. Her lips are tiny. His skin was smooth radiant, making him even more handsome with the dimples of his cheeks. This guy always wears a shirt that he puts in his pants. And always sit in a chair near the window of the two-row bus.

An excellent description for the size of the person who has just met and only had time to glance at a glance when passing through it when heading to the chair behind the man. But do not ask about his posture or the perfume he wears, Fani has never seen him stand, because he went down earlier than the man, and he also never had a chance to sit next to him, because the front seat is usually full upon arrival at the stop near the cost.

Although I didn't believe much in the description, I encouraged her with my love stories all along, about how I felt when I fell in love at first sight, although there was more banter here and there, because I always fell in love at first sight with the handsome men I knew.

And Fani accepted it like a child who was so happy to be told about in the Zama first. It seems that the prospect of our evening talk revolves around the story of Dicky the man who was on the bus, and unfortunately seeing the courage of Fani all along and the story I am pessimistic with meaningful progress in the near future.

But at the end of the month, it turns out that Fani tells of new developments.

"You know Ana, I left eight this morning?"

"Know, your room was deserted when I left. Which way do you travel around Jakarta?"

"I did not stop the bus this morning at the kos deket stop but to the stop next to the terminal"

"Well not as impractical as you often lecture to me?" Actually I already know what the reason why he suddenly chose to leave early and took half a precious morning, something he had hated so much all this time.

Especially if it's not about Dicky. Waiting at a stop near the terminal and looking for an opportunity to sit next to him while he was on the bus was a common strategy for me all along to find a way to get acquainted with the man I liked. Unfortunately, when I asked him if he managed to sit next to Dicky.

"I don't dare, An," replied Fani.

"Huffttt, don't despair, tomorrow try again, you can definitely get to know Dicky," I can only encourage and support what Fani did.

"Yes Ana, thank you for supporting me,"