Sam
Return to the land of birth

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The sound of the notification of the arrival of the train from the loudspeakers at the Racing Station had echoed from a few seconds ago. However, the figure of the man who was being waited on by a husband and wife was not also seen. In addition to the two people aged almost half a century, there were two boys with the same height, 170cm not far from those who apparently were waiting for the same person.

They're a little bit anxious. Even though a few minutes ago they had sent a message to the figure waiting, a sign had arrived at the station.

“Sam, where, si,” asked the man in flannel a little anxious because he did not also see the person he was waiting for. Clothes that are not buttoned because there are still white shirts in it add a cool impression used on the body with mature brown skin typical of Indonesia.

“Patience, ellah!” The young man in a long black shirt said no less tightly. Because basically he also missed his best friend who had not been in his seat for four years.

Apparently two married men named Kusno and Siti just realized. That not only both of them wait for his nephew who he had considered his own son. But there are still two 23-year-old boys who will soon graduate at the university in Solo. Both of them. They were not far from both.

They still fuss about how long it takes to wait, sometimes the four people deliberately lengthen their necks scan each door of the train car that still continues to issue its contents, namely the passengers.

While the man who was waiting was apparently already smiling ignorantly from behind them.

“How are Sponsbob and Patrick?”

Without guilt, Sam actually called his two friends resemble their favorite cartoon characters first.

"Oh, njii–," said Royan held back because of the habit during the time of high school was repeated.

Sam laughed after the two people he patted his back turned around after a couple who approached next to his best friend.

Not playing the shock and excitement of the man whose real name is Akmal and Royan. Both of them quickly hugged like when they were in high school. Forgetting the annoyance of being shocked.

Several times Royan and Akmal patted the back firmly Sam who was moved to be reunited with his two best friends.

"How are you, man?" said Royan and Akmal compact.

"Good, fine. As you can see." Sam's smile hasn't worn off since.

While the couple had come smiling to see the behavior of the three people who were no longer children. Even at their age there are many children who are married neighbors or not infrequently there are those who already have children.

Feeling enough, Sam broke into the arms of his two friends and got closer to his pack and circle.

”Healthy, Paklik?”

Sam reached out and kissed his father's sister's hand. Of course it was welcomed happily by a middle-aged man wearing glasses. Then he turned to the quadrangular veiled woman who had been shaped in such a way as to look neat. Sam did the same thing as he did.

“You've been going on since, Sam. We even play hide umpet.” Siti revealed her sister-in-law had exchanged several chat times.

“Yes, in order to train your old man like this,” timpal Kusno supports his wife's accusation.

“Kowe iseh io jowo ora!” Royan was so anxious that he grabbed Sam's arm. "Weih, saiki gotot, meen!” Royan admires Sam's current body. Of course it's different from Sam at the high school graduation parade.

"Sssst, hokeh girlfriend must nok kono!" Akmal raises his eyebrows tempting Sam to give a little leak of his romance.

"Sam is now far different, Yan. I'm so sorry, I don't have many girlfriends anymore!" Kusno often exchanged news. So he knew a little if his nephew was not the old Sam anymore. Sam is often changing girlfriends. And the most annoying teacher BK is often truant because playing PS or hanging out in the workshop because the motor is fussy.

“Well, iyo! Iseh knows manganese nok hik ora?” added Royan did not want to lose while chuckling.

“Ellah. Kowe - kowe iso ae. Yo obviously isehlah,” replied Sam sure.

And they all continued their steps while lightly breaking into the parking lot outside the station.

“What do we do with Mr. Kus, Sam?“ asked Royan when they were already beside the maroon-red Avanza.

“Yo join first, to. Go home. After that if you want nostalgia can be later afternoon.” Kusno clearly blum willing if his bangunannya join motoran with his friends. Must still be tired.

“We will be home in the afternoon, Mr. Kus. After this we still have events on campus.” Akmal gave his next show after this. Royan nodded in confirming the moment in Sam's lyrics.

“lho, so you guys were intentionally this.” Kusno holds his index finger, especially when teaching.

“Yes, that is, Mr. Kus. We are loyal, my friend. Where old friends don't come home. I thought I forgot my way home.” Akmal certainly did quip Sam this time.

This is his second return after four years in Manado. Maybe we'll settle back in this town.

“Oh yes, yes. At that time Sam came home because his grandmother died and had to rush back Manado because there was an exam, so yes, Sam!” Kusno recalls and seeks the justification of his nephew.

"Excuse me, if not wrong." Sam chuckles as Royan and Akmal compactly glance cynically.

“We are just the same page talking very little because Sam so the wrestler pakde-pakdenya.” Royan snorted a little.

“Yo reasonable, to, Mas. At that time, Sam was the only representative of Pakde Rusno.” Siti chimed in.

“Ya, hopefully next year papa can move tasks in Java Paklik.” That was Sam's hope. Even if the papa has not received the permission of the task, he has no intention to go out of Java again. He's been planning a business channel with his niece .

Yeah, this is where Sam came home. It was enough to obey the father. It was enough to be watched by Papa. This time he had to have a stand. In addition, he will carry out his mission in this city. Enough of it to hide guilt. He will seek and try to get forgiveness from someone he hurt and destroyed in the past.

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As soon as Sam and Kusno and Siti arrived at his house. Sam is looking for his two nephews. The twins, who are now in school in their second year of high school, are seen playing their cell phones.

“Reva, Reviiiii,” call Sam and both hands. stretched.

Two of his nieces and nephews then screamed at the same time and ran to hug Sam.

“Widhhh, I've been rocked by these girls.” Sam teases the two long-haired girls unravel.

“Mas,ini! Is still stubborn, so not in love more money to go home village!” Revi asked a question he often asked while chatting through What's App. Insinuating the old Sam didn't come home.

"My solo is not a village, now it's a big city." Sam has denied he is proud of his hometown.

“Betul, Vi. Still wayward for sure. Until never came home.” This time Reva hit Sam's arm. Of course it doesn't mean anything to Sam.

Sam chuckles at the accusations of his nephews. After taking off their hugs they continued chatting casually and resumed at the dining table at lunch.

The conversation at the dinner table was still going on. Bulik Siti with Reva prefers to eat sitting down to face the led tv in the middle room, which is only a partitioned sideboard of teak wood.

“Sam, because you're home. And do plan to join the business with Pakde Wahid, Paklik want to return to the house paklik ya.”

Kusno opened the conversation after stacking the plate on his right side. While Sam who was peeling the fruit listened and mangosteen mangosteen. I understand Kusno's plan.

“You know right, young people today I must be noticed let alone Reva and Revi it's women.”

Kusno this time was able to stop the movement of Sam who was peeling the harvest mango beside the house in special care.

Sam was pounding remembering his mistake first. There is pain in the heart if you remember that one lifeless figure. Unfortunately, until now he could not find out his whereabouts.

"Where are you now?"

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