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Two large suitcases were ready behind the doors of the apartment cabin. Waiting for the owner to come out to take him with her. This afternoon was the scheduled departure of the French airline, which he had previously planned that this was the only way.

A few hours ago he got word from his homeland that his patron was being treated in hospital at the moment. Several times he frowned, denying that the news was a lie. However, ill-fated he had to hurry because it turned out to be real.

He was confused, just pacing back and forth without knowing what he should do. In a precarious state like this his mind was dead-end, finding no way out. The morning that was supposed to be pleasant, suddenly changed because the pigeon that had brought bad news approached.

"Sister, let's go to the airport now, the flight schedule could be advanced because of today's weather info!" Said Vani while tidying up the scarf that coiled around his neck.

The girl looked at the screen of her phone, actually she was waiting for an answer from someone, but the person did not answer the message. He has to leave now, there is no time.

Just once. He wanted to meet one last time with someone, but circumstances forced him to leave the European apartment immediately. Is there no other way out?

Ah already. He's got to go.

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"Sister, here's the passport and visa, Jagan to miss, put it in this brother's suit, so as not to be taken to the trunk." Oceh Vani unzipped a small bag hanging on Zulfa's right shoulder.

A large trolley containing two suitcases is ready to be pushed into the trunk. He did not pay attention to Vani, his views ventured into all parts of this airport. He looked at the people who passed by one by one, his brain tried to digest and recognize whether the person he was looking for.

For too long he struggled with his own problems until he did not realize that Vani who had been standing in front of him began to sing his red lips. He looked at her, trying to digest what Vani was actually doing.

"Why Van?" Ask.

"I should have asked Zulfa why!"

It is true, not since when he was trapped in his own daydream. One strangeness also existed in him, why did he suddenly want someone so much to come to him?

But so far if in logic he never had any feelings for the man. The last time he met them was covered in laughter, twilight which accompanied being a silent witness of the man's silent love. I don't know when this girl realized that the man really loved her.

"Ah Van sorry, I'm so confused by my own thoughts."

"By the way I'm guessing right, the flight schedule is advanced." Further.

According to the weather forecast, today there will be rainstorms, to minimize the situation as a result of which the flight schedule is advanced. May he survive to the destination.

"Mending brother chek in now deh!"

"Well, Van, you've been to his apartment well yes, send greetings to Mr and Mrs Bill."

"Okay" he exclaimed as he showed the thumb of his right hand.

Rania starts pushing the trolley, walking away from Vani. The shadow of the memories when he first set foot in this big airport was in his mind, for months he was in a country of people and now had to return because of the precarious circumstances he faced.

Just one less, it's been the last few weeks he hasn't met Reynard. The Frenchman went nowhere, he contacted him several times but there was no answer at all, sometimes he was wrapped up in his own problems because he did not know what to do and how.

He suddenly stopped in the middle of the crowd, turned his body, his head looking up at the figure of the girl he had just parted with. His eyelids now stopped at one point, he found the shadow of the girl who was still standing while guaranteeing her cell phone.

He continued to divide the crowd, the trolley he had originally held was left behind.

"Vani wait!" His shouting.

The girl whose hair was now starting to extend straight up her head, found Zulfa running towards her.

"Vani I nitip this, give it to the person I have written the name and address of the house here, I ask for help! Thanks!" The story goes and then just leaves.

Vani whose brain capacity was slightly disturbed, he with his innocent face was still staring at Zulfa's back which was now beginning to be swallowed by the crowd. In his hand was something either wrapped in brown paper with a name and home address written on a light blue paper attached to it.

Several times he flipped through the parcel.

"Okee aja" he grumbled and walked out of the airport.