Sister To Young Master
10. Preparation Jovi Back to Work

Early morning fog, which is still seen billowing in the interior of the house. A chill, which was as fast as lightning ambushed his body.

Because the morning had gone out, preparing for Jovi's departure, leaving the house. Occasionally his right hand, rubbing his arm against his white body.

Street lighting complex Jovi's house, really shows, if it's still early morning blind. The lights are still on everywhere.

The streets were silent, without the footrests of the citizens. Which is indeed, the beduk dawn alone has not been heard at all. Although his body was filled with fatigue, at every end.

But Jovi's sleep can't be sound. He thought he was going to leave the house for a month. Left with difficulty, it is difficult to meet with family.

At home, Jovi put a small suitcase to be carried. He was afraid, his little sister Aqila who had now started to be good at asking. I will ask about the suitcase.

"*Oh Lord.Why do you have to give such a heavy ordeal. Give Jovi the power of God to cross every line of events that you have arranged according to your scenario.. Ayoo Jovi you can"

"God gave the ordeal no more than the limit of his servant's strength. That means you can Jovi.. Jov spirit.. Allr*..."

His body leaned limp, on the porch pole of Jovi's house. The rest of the rice he ate last night, it was gone, empty in Jovi's stomach. Eaten by energy-sucking worms.

His lips did not mutter at all, his submission getting more and more visible. Of the two eyeballs, which looked blankly at the street. Jovi's heart has been made sad all night.

"Allah hu akbar.. Allah hu akbar.. Allah hu akbar.. Allah hua akbar.."

The sound of the dawn adhan immediately resuscitated Jovi, from his daydream this morning. He went back inside, looking for his mother who was heard starting to light a water faucet for prayer.

The lights had been extinguished, one by one, mama Jovi's wet hand was lit. Already wetted with ablution water, towards the musholla room in the house.

"Mahs.. Jovi departs after dawn.so Aqila does not know, when Jovi leaves," said Jovi tears gathered in the corner of the eye.

"Yes dear..," said his mother.

"Jovi finish Jovi mah's belongings first" he murmured softly.

"This time, mama help you ready to change clothes and work clothes yes..!! you take a shower first" said Mama Jovi stroking her daughter's shoulder.

"Heem mah," nods Jovi obeyed his mother's order.

"Mama has prepared warm water for you, hunt gih," tell mama Jovi happy.

"Thank you mah" replied Jovi as she kissed her mother's cheek.

The beautiful woman who gave birth to Jovi, innocently offered help to her beloved daughter. He doesn't know if his daughter might not come home. One, two or even three months.

The beautiful daughter, very hard to hide what is not known mama Jovi. What Mama Jovi knows, his son will only leave for a month meeting to Jakarta.

After Jovi went to take a shower, he returned to the room to get ready. The needle of the wall clock shows at 04:35, slightly accelerating Jovi's preparations.

The feet that were supposed to be walking towards the room, prepared themselves to return to Ernest's house. Precisely without cue, deflecting themselves, towards the room of Jovi's beloved little sister, Aqila.

His heart was still not strong, if invited not to see Aqila. Her sister Jovi won't meet, one month ahead. The bedroom door was half open, as if understanding what Jovi's heart was.

His legs went slowly, his lips were not together, afraid that it would wake Aqila up. On the bed, there was Aqila soundly with sleep. Is embracing the bolster, between tiny bodies.

His tiny fingers, innocent hands, looked as beautiful as Jovi. A new haircut shoulder to shoulder, which was told to Jovi. Again remembered by himself.

"Aqila. Even if we can't meet, brother will always miss you dear. tomorrow big brother promises to come back home."

His lips were speechless, only his mind spoke unechoing. Jovi's hands did not even dare, gently stroking Aqila's hair. Like last night.

When Jovi put Aqila to sleep, with a soft caress in the little boy's head. Everyone remembered back. Jovi's body sat on the bedside, looking sadly at Aqila's innocent face.

No more laughter, which will fill papa Jovi's mansion. But not long after, Jovi's legs have returned to his room. Because the clockwork, the faster it runs.

"Jovi, where's your suitcase?" asked Mama Jovi first, in the room.

"Jovi has entered his own clothes, it was fitting mama has not woke up Jovi was ready," said Jovi.

She didn't want to, her mother knew. If what Jovi brought, not sexy work clothes. But the usual standard clothes Jovi wear out.

"Tumben darling," mama Jovi astonished.

"Hehehe..," smiled Jovi.

"It looks like you can't wait for training, baby..? this will be your first training to Jakarta," his mother guessed a happy smile.

"Who knows, you will come home to bring a ghost to mama yes Jov hehe," smiled Mama Jovi.

"Yeah mah.., so Jovi woke up early," replied Jovi sekena'nya.

"Mama is a little worried if you go to Jakarta, you have to take care of yourself Jov.!!," pinta mama Jovi.

"Yes yes, mama," Jovi replied similarly.

Beautiful women, who prepare themselves, comb their hair in front of the dressing table. Come smile, with crazy guesses mama Jovi. At least, that's why Mama Jovi smiled.

Turns out, his mother was still helping out, checking out some important items. What to bring Jovi to Jakarta.

"I don't know why, mama feels like you're going away a long time ago" added the woman who gave birth to Jovi.

"Mahs.. Jovi will go to Jakarta for a meeting, yes, one month is long mamah," Jovi calmed.

"Said mama want to be brought by prospective ghosts," he said trying to tempt mama so as not to be sad again.

"You can hahaha," mama Jovi's laughter expanded again.

"Maybe this is just a feeling of mama, who is rarely far from you, for months yes baby," mama Jovi brushed aside the feeling of unease.

"Mama baperaaan ah. kayak abg," Jovi smiled at his parents.

What Mama Jovi felt, as if she could not lie, was the inner bond between the two. Although Jovi never said what really happened.

But the bond between the mother and the child flows through both of them. Where sad Jovi, also is sad mother. The old man who gave birth to himself.

Papa Jovi was no less attentive, declaring a small box bag. Contains milk, bread, wheat biscuits, his daughter's favorite. Papa Jovi recalls, if the daughter, often late to eat and neglect health.

After everything was ready, Mama and Papa Jovi, drove his eldest son to go to the front of the terrace. Knee-length skirt, typical with sexy tops. Commonly used secretary of large offices, seen wearing Jovi.

The black skirt has a hemisphere back, integrated work shirt, plus black heels on the feet. As if reassuring mama and papa Jovi, if her daughter will really go to the meeting.

"Jovi.. You take good care of yourself baby..!! Jakarta is a bigger city than Surabaya, dear papa, you" said papa Jovi before releasing Jovi's embrace.

"Yes papa, Jovi also loves papa," Jovi hugged her papa tightly.

"Mama also loves you. You take good care of yourself..," said Mama Jovi.

"Inget regular eating yes Jov, no one ngingetin you eat, you have to pinter-pinter health care dear," Mama Jovi hugged tightly.

"Yes mama.. Jovi will often eat, Jovi will also take good care of himself," tightly hug Jovi.

"If there is anything, you immediately contact papa aja. happen to papa also have acquaintances in Jakarta," said papa Jovi worried.

"Yes papa, ready," Jovi smiled.

Jovi's nose, and his mother's. Tied dancing together, on the faces of the two of them. Jovi's tears did not feel strongly dammed, thankfully, it turned out that the tears did not drip.

The car taxi that had been booked, by Papa Jovi, was parked early in front of the fence. Waiting for passengers to get into the taxi.

"Be careful, dear" said Mama Jovi.

"Mama... Why is everything outside?," Aqila's voice.

Aqila who had suddenly awakened, walked out towards her mother, papa, and brother. Aqila's hair was ruffled, her eyes were still faint.

"Aqila, how are you awake..?? it's still morning, son," said Papa Jovi.

Papa Jovi approached, holding Aqila, who rubbed her eyes, waking up from a night's sleep.

"Where are you going..? he said that Opi's sister wanted to nemenin Aqila," Aqila remembered her brother's promise.

"Yes, I want to work for a while Qila, I'll be home in the afternoon" Jovi replied with a sparkling eye stroke again.

Jovi's lips wanted to be soft but restrained.

"No, my sister said that Saturday is a holiday, this is Saturday is a reward..?? papa saturday is also a holiday.., why does kak Opi work pa?," asked Aqila had begun to understand the names of the days.

"Sister overtime will be home soon," Papa Jovi lightened Aqila's messy hair.

"It's a sweet Friday" Mama Jovi told Aqila.

"But mah? brother said he wanted to nemenin Aqila," Aqila was still keukeh.

"Yes, but the big brother used to be dear" Mama Jovi told me.

Then papa Jovi gestured, to leave Aqila immediately. Remembering the dawn of the sun, it begins to rise where the day begins more noon.

Eye cues, to immediately get into the taxi car jug given Mama Jovi. Jovi kissed the parents' hands, and placed a small kiss, which was placed on his sister's cheek.

All the more the crying Aqila. Aqila's sincere tears, flowing profusely on the little boy's white cheeks.

"Papa.. Aqila wants to come with Opi, Brother Opiiii.

"Sister Opi... Aqila's coming."

"Papa.kak Opi can not work, Aqila does not want..," said Aqila.

The cry of the little boy, the age of 3 years, broke in the arms of the dashing papa Jovi. Seeing Jovi get into the taxi, waving through the glass of the taxi door.

All felt, making the hysterical cry of Aqila. Occasionally, his small body seemed to want to rebel, and also ran towards Jovi.

Jovi leaves the Archadya Housing complex, in a blue taxi. A burst of dawn on the east end, it began to illuminate the earth, ushering in Jovi's departure back to Mr. Toni's mansion.