Started In Paris
Dia

"Ummi Zulfa left first" I said, kissing the back of Ummi's hand.

After greeting, I immediately went to my destination, afraid of being late, because this was a very meaningful thing to me.

I set my foot on the streets of this village, it didn't take long to reach the highway, just a few hundred meters away.

Actually Abah wanted to buy me a motorcycle, so I could go anywhere without having to walk, but I refused, but it stands to reason, after all I also have a gay bike, too, but now the chain is broken and has not been repaired, probably because since the High School was there and I often wear it.

Actually I already know that I am not Abah and Ummi's real child, I knew it when I was in 1st grade Elementary, at that time I did not know anything, I did not know anything, but as time went on I slowly began to understand that they were my real parents, though not real, but I knew their sacrifice in my upbringing, sometimes I felt ashamed of myself, they love me so much, even though I'm not their real son.

I asked myself, Who am I really? Whose son am I? Should I be cared for by a couple who have hearts like angels?

However, the question was I tepis, I realized that they really love me. They're my parents. My parents forever, in the world and in the hereafter.

At the lip of the highway, I waited for an angkot. After a while, the angkot came, I got into it, and then the city transport took me to my destination.

The atmosphere of the road in the morning like this is very charming, many vehicles pass on the highway, indeed at this time of working hours, working hours, so do not be surprised if many vehicles are at the same time spread air pollution due to exhaust fumes in every vehicle.

Almost half an hour I was in angkot, finally I reached the goal rally. After paying the fare I went down, crossed the street and entered a building.

"Assalammu'alaikum" I said as I opened the main door of the building.

I heard someone answering my greetings, still quiet.

My eyes darted over every inch of the room, I found a curly haired woman sitting on the sofa available in the room, hearing my greeting the woman answered him and came to me.

Her face was beautiful, her hair was long curls, her clothes were polite as well as elegant, compared to me, I lost.

"You're Zulfa, right?" Friendly ask.

I nodded my head while smiling.

He let me sit on the sofa he sat on earlier, he told someone to get me a drink, I refused, but he insisted, I can't do anything.

"After reading your proposal and understanding it, I am sure that you are the one I am looking for right now" he said.

I can only smile, indeed a few days ago I submitted a proposal to this company, I think that this is my opportunity to start my career.

At that time an employee here said that I would contact me if I was accepted, and last night I was told if I was accepted in this company, I was really happy at that time.

"Today you try the test first, I'm watching it straight away" looking at my cheeks that heat up he said, "no papa, no need to groggy, I've also been in your position" he continued. I smile.

After that he invited me into a room, he let out a lamp, seen the room whose contents were neatly arranged. My eyes are looking at every corner of the room, in the glass cabinet there are various types of cameras lined up neatly there, not forgetting other photography equipment arranged but in their respective places.

The camera there looks good and sophisticated, different from mine, I only have a camera that has a capacity of 1200 D. I also got after saving up from Junior High until graduating from college, well if my parents only power meatball sellers, I could not ask anything I wanted to them.

"Eh Zulfa! Why bengong? Here sit!" The woman's words broke my daydream, I quickly obeyed her orders, I placed myself beside her.

"Try to photograph something that is here, as you please, and then show it to me!" He told me as he put a camera on me.

I smiled, I took the camera he gave me, then my eyes searched for an object that I thought was simple but memorable. My eyes stopped on an object, I picked it up, then put it on an empty table, gave it a little bit of complementary accessories, I felt my actions being watched by the woman.

One perfect shot, and then I handed him my picture. My hands have been cold since, cold sweat pouring out behind my hood, even though this room air-conditioned, I don't know maybe because of nervousness.

I saw the woman smiling, after looking at the picture I took just now she looked at me, "I know you actually have this talent a long time ago, so you have to develop it, so as not to be lost in time" he said.

"Welcome from tomorrow you can work here, which is at home!" Continue with a smile.

"Alhamdullillah, thank you ma'am" I said. My smile withered as I watched the woman in front of me stare in wonder at me, what's wrong?

"This you, do not want to call me Mom, just call brother" he said.

Oh turns out that's why, I smiled down.

"Oh seriously, I'm almost too late, sorry! I stay first, you can go home" he said as he got up, and immediately went out of the room. I haven't been able to say thank you yet but he darted away.

Astaghfirullah, I also do not know whose name the woman is, how do I call her later?

**** 

Brukkp....

"Astaghfirullah" I said spontaneously, I hit someone, but I myself also fell, I immediately got up, then cleaned my clothes a little dirty.

My eyes caught a shadow of someone I knew very well, he looked down, still cleaning his clothes, oh is that him?

After he lifted his head, I

surprised instead of playing, my eyes wide open, my heart beating irregularly. He's coming again.

"Sorry I'm not zinc..." He hangs his words. His gaze probed, "Zulfa right?" He said with a surprised expression. I know him, but I don't want to know him anymore.

Oh God, why did you bring this man again?

I smiled bitterly, then nodded slowly. His face remained the same, not much changed, his eyebrows thick, dominated by a sharp nose, his lips always smiling at anyone, the eyes of his sharp elbows, his face was almost perfect. Which women do not fall in love with it.

"We haven't seen each other in a long time, take your time, let's talk for a while, not busy, right?" His words broke my daydream.

Memnag and I haven't seen each other since graduating from High School, he didn't go to college with her when he was in college.

He took me to a street-side cafe, we sat at a table with 4 chairs. After ordering a drink he said many things, but I who tried to control my heartbeat from then on just a short answer to his question.

"You haven't changed much" he said as he occasionally gulped down his fruit juice,

"actually I miss the meatballs of Abahmu" his words successfully surprised me, apparently the taste of Bakso Abah still stuck in his tongue.

After a while of exchanging stories at the cafe, I saw a watch that was coiled around my wrist, this was already almost zhuhur, I had to go home immediately.

"Sorry Abi, but I have to go home soon" I said, standing up, and he stood up.

"Then go home with me, I'll take you!" He said as he headed to the cashier, I still looked at him in wonder, take me home?

After leaving the cafe, I stopped my footsteps, intending to tell her not to drive me home, I tried to show spoilers, but it seemed pointless. Basic insensitive.

"I can go home alone, don't drive me" I said.

"No papa, it's not troublesome" he replied.

"But I can't go home with you, you go home, I can do it myself" I said still with my stance.

After that I immediately left him who remained there, maybe it looks disrespectful, but this is the only way my heart can be back in control.