Om Pamungkas
bus

" We've only been away for a few days" she kissed Adi and Ana's hands to say goodbye.

" Just be careful, take good care of your wife, she has never been out of Java at all" said Adi.

" Good mas.." Finally nodded.

" Ratih left first yes ma, pa.." Ratih's turn kissed his parents' hands.

After saying goodbye, the two enter the airport to cheek in.

During the process, Ratih who had never left with a goal to that extent could only keep quiet and follow in her husband's footsteps.

Clasping his wife's hand in the crowd.

" We'll get the suitcase first.." End of end to the suitcase collection place.

Well, both of them have reached Hassanudin International Airport.

The hot sun was incredible when the two of them were already out of the airport.

The taxi they ordered arrived.

The two stopped in Maros for lunch.

After lunch the two decided to take a break at a hotel on the pioneer avenue of independence.

The two read the instructions from the paper left behind by the two leaders, the,

better to rest first,

then I just continued my journey at night.

The trip can be taken by road for eleven hours.

There are buses that leave every eight o'clock,

but if both want to get there faster, they can rent a car so that the trip is both more comfortable and faster.

" We rent a car, so it is more comfortable," said Pamungkas when he arrived at the hotel room.

" Is it not too dangerous? we don't know this area, we don't know where we're going?" said Ratih while changing his clothes with a negligee, he intends to sleep goods one or two hours after this.

" I also had time to think like that, we are immigrants, nothing is certain..

but..

I don't know if the bus is comfortable or not,

I'm just worried about you..?" sahut Pamungkas's.

" Worried I nagged because the bus was crowded?" ask Ratih,

" I pity you who.. This journey is long, eleven hours. What if the situation is uncomfortable?" Finally confused, if only he was alone, he would not hesitate to take the bus, he said,

but Ratih, he was afraid his wife was in trouble.

" It's okay, anyway it's a night trip, we must be sleeping on the trip isn't it?

the important thing is that it's always beside me.."

Said Ratih laying himself on the bed.

" Are you a bus? is that okay?" ask the doubt, though,

" Already, just take the bus risk at a small disadvantage mas.."

" i know, but I'm afraid you're uncomfortable who..?"

" i've been on a bus before, don't underestimate me too much" Ratih's protest made Pamungkas finally silent.

" Here we go, now we go to sleep, later in the afternoon wake up to be fresher.here we go.." Ratih patted the bed, hoping her husband would lie down next to her soon.

Time showed half-eight nights when the waiting bus finally came.

After putting the suitcase in the trunk, Pamungkas and his wife boarded.

In contrast to his Holiness, he could not close his eyes at all.

I don't know what made him feel calm,

his hand held tightly to his wife's fingers beside him.

When the situation on the bus was quiet because everyone was asleep, the main focus was to listen to the voice of the driver and his forehead talking to discuss the area.

Maybe because he was tired, the man finally fell asleep for a moment when he stepped on midnight, but only two three hours, after which he woke up again.

When he woke up apparently the sky had begun to blush, seen rows of rows of simple stilt houses along the road he passed.

The distance between one house and another is still very far away, it makes the atmosphere look dark because there are still so many trees around.

Either this is up to which area, but obviously they do not pass through urban areas.

Finally looking at his wife who did not move at all, apparently really sound, thank God the ultimate thought, his wife can sleep well.

Two hours later, the conductor walked to the middle of the passenger,

" Which comes down Palopo please, let's go down palopo please be ready?!" the sound of the conductor made the ultimate who leaned firmly instantaneously.

" Have we reached Palopo?" ask me quickly, please,

" Yes, fifteen more minutes down the city of palopo..?!" answer the conductor.

Finally saw his wife, apparently the loud voice of the conductor woke him up.

The woman had already opened her eyes even though she still blinked.

" Will it come down?" ask Ratih,

" Yes, tidy up your hair." replied Pamungkas nodding.

Time showed at six in the morning when Ratih and Pamungkas got off the bus.

Unlike the scorching Makassar, the situation here looks cooler, along the way there are many large trees that make the atmosphere shady.

The streets are still quiet, Pamungkas and Ratih sit on one of the chair of the shophouse that has not been opened.

" It's far away?" asked the seemingly hungry Ratih, his face wrinkled.

" Hungry?" ask me, sensitive,

Train smiled slightly then nodded.

" We try to find food first, after that we find out what can take us there." said Pamungkas while looking to the right and left, why he did not find the transportation.

" Let me call that number on the paper, huh? Who knows if they can get us?" Ratih took the paper from his sling bag.

I look doubtful, though,

" Other than we bother?" Ratih knows the heart of her husband.

" Yes, as you like, but we eat first," Finally relented, though he was lazy to deal with his father's family.

He thought about traveling alone, coming to that place, and then leaving immediately.

But because his wife wants such a thing, he just complies, after all, not himself who talks to his om om.

" Good morning.. This is with Pamungkas' wife, Rahmat's son from Java.." Ratih called one of Pamungkas's oms.

After talking for a while, Ratih disconnected his phone connection.

" What do they say?"

ask the manager,

" they picked us up right away, but it's about thirty minutes..

So let's eat first" replied Ratih holding her husband's arm.