Sekar & Raja Phinisi
Hugged it Back

“Mau... I want to, sir.. I want to go back to Jogja. I want to follow the king..” said Sekar while wiping his tears.

“Ok, we take you to the airport,” said Galang.

Quickly Galang and Kasih drove Sekar with a buggy to the airport which is not far away because it is still in the scope of Luxus Resort owned by Galang. Sekar only brought a hanging bag that he had brought to dinner. No stuff I brought. They also wear the same clothes. The white dress that I had a little bit of it was still she was wearing. Even Sekar only choose flip-flops to get on the plane because of the rush to catch time.

“Sekar, we pray the best for you both,” said Kasih by hugging Sekar before boarding the plane. Kasih gently rubbed Sekar's face and tidied Sekar's hair that had been messy because it had run around. “Sorry I am the same mas Galang can not take you to Jogja... Princess in the room. We can't leave the Princess alone. No pa pa, well?” Love rubbed the backs of Sekar in his arms.

“He didn't pa pa, Kas. Thanks..” Sekar took off his embrace of Love. “Thanks yes, Galang sir. Sorry to be troublesome like this,” said Sekar.

“No problem. You are careful yes.. Greetings to the family at home,” said Galang.

Shortly after saying goodbye, Sekar climbed the stairs into the plane. I started sitting in the plane seat. His heart was still not calm thinking of the King who would turn himself in to the police. Throughout the journey Sekar just pray and hope he can get to Jogja as soon as possible to prevent his intention the King.

Flights from Bintan Island to Jogja which usually takes approximately one and a half hours, can finally be reached faster. The plane was on board Sekar had landed at Adisutjipto airfield.

“Thank you mbak, sir pilot.” Sekar said before stepping his foot out of the plane.

“Thanks also mom Sekar, be careful yes. See you next time,” reply the flight attendant kindly.

“See you bye bu Sekar. Careful yes, buk,” timpal sir pilot.

Sekar has not set foot in his hometown for long. Tonight he ran to Maguwo Railway Station, which is connected to Adisutjipto Airport. I don't care how he looks now. All he wants is to catch the train schedule so he can get to Malioboro as soon as possible.

“Huft... Huft...” breath until panting because of running. “Do you still have tickets to Maliboro, mbak?” ask Sekar with his face hot and sweaty.

“Sorry buk, the last train to Maliboro just aja road,” replied the ticketing officer.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Thirst makes his head dizzy. But he had to catch up with time to get to his house quickly. Sekar did not want the King to turn himself in to the police.

Finally, I chose to use a taxi. He paid more so that the taxi could get to his house quickly.

Mas, why don't you pick up my phone…? Have you been arrested by the police? “Hiks..” Tears of Fires flow again. I mohoh do not do that. I come for you now, inner Sekar with sobs that make the taxi driver go awry.

The streets of Yogyakarta that night were quite jammed because it coincided with Sunday night. Where a lot of road users are paying with their motorbike or car.

“Again sir!” I can't wait to get to his house soon. “Salip that car. Long way to go!”

“This is already the most flattering, mbak.. Can be subject to police ticket if nerobos red light,” said the driver who is increasingly frustrated with Sekar's wishes.

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Tonight at Sekar's house, the King makes tension in the presence of Ram sir and Ica bu, both of Sekar's parents. Mr. Ram, who still does not believe the King's confession, keeps banging the mosquito-killing racket on the table. While Ica's mom was still exhausted after hitting the King with her pot.

“I'm sorry sir, ma'am..” said the King standing on his knees.

“So, if you let Sekar marry another man... What is your purpose in coming here?” ask Ram firmly.

“I want to turn myself in to the police here. In order for the father and mother to be more sure, if I will prove to make amends,” replied the King by glancing at brother Sekar who is currently standing next to her husband. “I've told her brother Sekar to call the police station here.”

Mr. Ram and Ica turned to look for the whereabouts of Tia, the sister of Sekar. Tia nodded her head at her parents.

“Iya, yeah, ma. I just made a report by phone to get them here,” timpal Tia by rubbing her pregnant distended stomach.

“Good…! You must endure all your deeds for raping my son!” the stern words of Mr. Ram were very blasphemous in the heart of the King. But the King doesn't care anymore. The king only wanted to make amends for all the mistakes he had made to Sekar. If it must be by law, the King will take that path so that the Sekar family is satisfied.

After waiting for a few minutes, finally there was the sound of a car stopping in front of Mr. Ram's house. Tia's husband Aan immediately walked to the door to check on the car.

“Tuh, your pickup car has arrived. Now let me take care of these children,” said Mr. Ram looking at the King who was still in front of him. The king tried to grab Ram's and Ica's hands, but the two old men put their hands away. Still do not want to be in contact with men who have damaged their children.

“Do not look for sympathy,” chirps bu Ica make the feeling of the King is getting down.

“Sorry to me, ma'am,” says King. The King immediately shifted his legs closer to the stroller containing Boy and Girl. The king kissed his children's cheeks one by one. “Papa go, son. There's your grandparents and your mom's family. See you soon, son.” The King's eyes grew red withstanding the tears. It is undeniable, actually the eyelids of Mr. Ram and Bu Ica have also been wet to hear the sentence of the King just now. Moreover, seeing the look in the eyes of the twins who seemed to be sad. “Love you, Boy, Girl,” said the King rubbed his twin's stroller.

Shortly after, Tia's husband ran back to the living room.

“Pak! Buk up! Just go home..!” yell Aan. A few seconds later, we heard a hasty footsteps.

“Mas Rajaa…! Mas... Mas Raja...” Sekar's voice filled the house.

The king who was currently standing near Boy and Girl, felt disbelief at the arrival of Sekar. The king looked at Sekar's eyes which were already slightly swollen. But there was a smile on Sekar's lips.

“Mas King...” Sekar scattered his embrace to the King. “Hiks... Sorry I, mas,” said Sekar confused the people in the room.

The king himself who had not received a hug from Sekar for a long time, returned the embrace of the mother of his children.

“Sorry to me, mas..” Sekar increasingly tiptoe to hug the King tighter.

The king who harbored a sense of longing for Sekar, also returned Sekar's embrace tighter. It felt very happy, making tears that had previously been resistant to dripping.

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