
It did not feel like a full month had passed, my mother and father chose to undergo treatment with rituals like my ancestors.
Treatment is usually carried out by indigenous people of Kalimantan which for my parents became his last choice.
After receiving a salary from the office this afternoon I set off towards my parents' hometown.
Lucky Mr. Hayden gave permission, so I can be accommodated 3 days enough for me to let go of longing on my Mom and Dad.
My mind is monologued, a travel car takes me at high speed, feels dizzy and wants to vomit into one.
I'm not alone there are some people who I also know want the village, suddenly a mother vomits beside me.
Disgust makes me cover my mouth with a jacket, lucky I always carry a useful balsam in situations like this.
After a long journey, I finally arrived, I also knocked on the door of Om Suryo's house.
The door is opened, Angel you are here said Om half shocked to see my presence, which came without prior notice.
After cleaning myself also intend to rest, Memak and father had slept in the guest room when I arrived earlier.
Mother covered my entire body, because the early morning weather was very cold, Angel your father is still doing the last treatment process.
Oh'so ?" I'm actually here to pick up Mom and Dad I said while staring at my Mom smiling.
Have you guessed your intention here, said Mother while stroking my hair slowly, Angel you in there money? said Mother.
Ada, This is Mommy I said while handing over money to Mommy, I'm a lot of ?"
All of you buy sembako for om said me while smiling sweetly at Mom.
Mother's child is good praise Mother while pinching my cheeks slowly, Mak"sick my sigh while hugging my Mother.
My father was busy chatting with my Om, after cooking breakfast with Aunt I continued to the bathroom.
After that, I took Mom to a fairly large store in this place, the store is not too far from home.
Arriving at the store I immediately bought rice, sugar, tea, and others.Emak seemed to buy dish soap.
Mom did not buy cookies, I asked while staring at the row of pastries at the table near the cashier.
Angel calls from someone who looks foreign in my ear.
my eyes fell on the voice that called my name.
Deni what are you doing here?
manya curious.
Thought you?
why did he ask me back.
asked back to ask, I said with annoyance.
Want to shop for my needs?
he answered while taking milk and a large diaper.
Let's not run out quickly he said while looking at me intensely.
When are you coming back? the day after my answer was short.
How are we together?
you see, I have no obvious friends while coming out of the store with me.
It could be because I do not have many friends who want to follow my sahut milir while walking towards the house of Om Suryo.
Deni is a white-haired man with a height of 165 he's an intern at my office and Deni is one of them.
I knew Deni accidentally, when the hot weather arrived raining in front of the office he offered me a ride.
Since then, I can be said to be friends with Deni, because I am still here my cousin named Hendra asked me to join him fishing.
Hot like this is my protest, my,
Instead of being in the house mending follow me Hendra's call to me'.