Raffles
The road to the hall

The last day at the resort was the last day to meet the residents of the city. Maybe including Raffles and other porter friends. They could have come with us to the hall, but it was too far away if they had come and had to go back to the village. The good-bye night that happened yesterday was the last time we met them. Similarly, Mr. Roji, he has returned to his home because there will be guests from Africa who visit him and ask for his help to explore other halmahera forests. That is how famous Mr. Roji got to the land of people because of the greatness he has. Even according to the story he has often got guests from abroad, usually they are researchers who are interested in the forests in the eastern part of Indonesia. Mr. Roji was only graduated from Elementary School, but once he moved to Halmahera he was very interested in nature and studied it. He studied English so that he could communicate well with people from abroad. He also wrote a book about the charm of the natural beauty of halmahera that he got through his experience as a roomy guide. Even according to the story he can send his children to college with the wages he earned as a roomy guide. It's true that "where there is a will there is a way".Mr. Roji has proven it.

Back to the story to the hall. Since dawn the resort office has been rowdy. We are awake and those who are obligated to perform their prayers are already performing their morning prayers. Getting ready to go back to the hall, early in the morning we had already taken a shower and cooked for breakfast. After the morning prayers and baths, we started to put out one by one the big cariers to the front of the office. Arrange it lined up there to make it easier to load into the truck later.

Not to forget we also tidied up the condition of the office, restore it as before when we first came. Everything was returned to its place and after we had breakfast together. At 7 am all the goods are ready to be transported and we are ready to leave. Just waiting for the car to pick us up. Unexpectedly Raffles, memei and his porter friends came to the resort that morning. I don't know who took the initiative, but they all came to let us go to the hall. It was so moved, they considered us like family even that morning they took the time to come see us leaving for the hall.

The cries of the memeis were unstoppable as one by one we kissed the back of his hand and hugged him for parting. Raffles' mother hugged me for a long time, telling me not to forget them even though I was in Jakarta later. He gave me a paper with a phone number and instead I put my phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. The little boy named Raffles came with his parents to see us.

"She wanted to go to school because she wanted to see her sisters, memei said when I asked her why Raffles was coming to the resort. I hugged the little boy for quite a while and there was sadness in my heart when I saw him crying. I don't know if I saw my own brother when I saw the boy. Just makes me miss home. "Sister Ira don't forget Raffles, call Raffles later he said when I hugged him. I just nodded my head back. After greeting everyone at the resort we got into the car waiting to take us to the hall.

I didn't think they were going to get us this early, ' Ical said when we were in the car. Yes, so sad, yes if the last days are like that, reply Ayu. It's true that the last days of being somewhere often make you not want to move on. Some make it hard to leave, but we still have to go. There was another task waiting for us. If only the time could be longer.

The morning air was very fresh, we opened the car glass to feel the freshness. Slowly but surely the cars were moving further away from the resort office. It's still a warm-up, before the drivers who took us started acting like a few weeks ago when we drove us to the resort. It was seen that the villagers we passed by were doing their activities. It was 8am and there were still school children on the highway. Maybe their school was in the afternoon and far away, so they were still on the way. There were hardly any public vehicles passing by, there were only a few motorbikes and charged cars passing by on the highway. The streets look empty, far from the word stuck because what we pass is not a big city.

Seen in some houses the mothers gathered.Seems like they are gossiping. The habits of mothers throughout Indonesia seem to be the same, gossiping in the morning. It's just that there is rarely a vegetable handyman who passes in the city like those in cities like Jakarta. If there are mothers who gossip, it will gossip while shopping for vegetables in the morning. There was a bridge overhaul when we passed so the cars carrying us were still going at normal speed. After this, if the road is a little better, there may be more racing action like a few weeks ago.

Sure enough, after the bridge passed one of the drivers like giving a signal through the wave of his hand and at once there was also a crazy race action. The contents of our stomachs felt like they had been hacked.After a while the car returned to normal speed. Seen clove and coconut trees along the way. There are also some people who are harvesting cloves.In some pages of the house looks a stretch of cloves that are being dried and the fragrance even reaches our noses when passing by.

The townspeople we passed by were busy with their own activities. There is a man who is grazing cattle until he just sits under a tree in front of his house. Some stalls began to open and sell their wares. We stopped at a small shop to buy snacks on the way while the driver who drove our car bought cigarettes.