Started In Paris
The City of Light

"hmmm. quiet yes Mi, no Zulfa times"

Ummi smiled, his hands still folding the pile of clothes lying in the corner of the bed. There had not been a day for Zulfa to leave, but the pair of old men were so longing for the mere figure of their princess.

"Yes Bah, huh ya want how else, for the sake of his ideals we must be willing to release Zulfa" replied Ummi. A moment later Abah came out of the room.

Abah had just returned from the mosque, the man in black was sitting in the front seat of the house. While leaning his head, his eyes stared straight at the sky. The moon made it up there. He remembered Zulfa.

Although a stepson, Zulfa was already a biological child. God had predestined Zulfa to be raised by his hand. Even until now the old man did not know who the real parents of Zulfa, had crossed the feeling of wanting to find his parents, but his small heart that had been bound with Zulfa forbid it.

There are too many reasons for that.

May you succeed Nduk, Abah and Ummi always pray for you, pray for your biological parents. Who is abah? Only a meatball takes care of you and educates you, Zulfa Abah's only son. Only Zulfa.

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"His knee hurts? Here sit!" I said when I saw a mother in front of him standing up while massaging her knees. The mother refused, but I insisted that the mother sit on the bench she had sat on.

"Thank you son" said the mother to me. I held out a smile. Huh, so remember the same Ummi. Ummi's knee also often hurts, not infrequently I have to go back and forth to the pharmacy to buy medicine for Ummi.

I just got off the plane. Now I am waiting for the suitcase to be removed from the trunk with other passengers. My head turned around, intending to find the remaining seat. However, as long as my eyes explored there was not a single empty bench.

Huh, had to stand up, even though I was actually also very tired. Moments later there was finally an empty bench, my feet stepping towards him. I sat down, put my bag on my lap.

Haah, finally being able to sit, my legs feel cramped because they stand too long. Looks like the passenger stuff came out a long time ago. After traveling more than 17 hours from Jakarta, it felt like my body wanted to be laid down immediately.

It was a very exhausting journey.

Moments later there was a call for new passengers to immediately pick up their respective luggage. I immediately rushed to the pick-up place.

I pushed casually a trolley containing two large suitcases of mine. My head turned to look for someone to pick me up at Paris Charles de Gaulle airport.

Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport is also known as Roissy Airport. It was named after Charles de Gaulle (1890-1970), leader of the Free French army and founder of the French fifth Republic.

This airport is very large, this airport is one of the two famous international airports in France. Another airport is Paris Orly Airport. Maybe if the new guy who came here would be confused about where to go, just like me.

My eyes at all times read the signboard hanging from the top ceiling, there was also French that I did not understand at all. Luckily there was English next to French writing, so I was a little helped.

I will be in Europe for a whole month, to attend the world's biggest photographer event. I was a little nervous, just imagining it my body was trembling. I'll meet the big guys there, I'm nothing with them. My skills are still as small as ants, when compared to them, maybe I can only shake my head.

I walked out of the airport, said Aneeta's cousin to pick me up at the airport.

According to information, Kak Aneeta's cousin did live in France, he was still a final semester student. He was able to study in France thanks to a scholarship he got a few years ago.

Oh, Abah, Ummi sorryin Zulfa.

" Brother Zulfa!" Shouted someone calling me, as I turned my head to the source of the voice. I saw a short-haired girl running towards me while carrying a bag hanging from her right arm.

The girl's hair was up and down due to the body shocks while running, she split the crowd and immediately approached me.

"Sister Zulfa, right?" Ask while breathing.

I nodded in wonder. Oh, is this Vani her cousin Aneeta?

"I'm Vani sis, her cousin Aneeta" he said as he extended his hand to me. I smiled, my guess was right. I welcome his hand.

"We ate first, brother, hungry right?" His grunts while pushing my trolley.

"Not Van" I said. I'm not really hungry, because I ate on the plane.

"Okay, then we go straight to my apartment!" Declared. Indeed, before leaving I was told Aneeta that I would stay with Vani, as I requested. Not to spend too much money, if you have to rent a hotel room for one month. "We'll eat in the apartment, I'll order food" he continued.

I agree to his invitation. After ordering a taxi, a few moments later the taxi order arrived. The taxi driver helped put my suitcase in the trunk. The journey continues to the apartment.

From the airport passing through the street Des badauds to the apartment Vani, the apartment Hotel de Ville le marais located on the Rue de Rivoli, Paris, France. Along the way, he told me a little about his life.

So during his time in France, he had lived in a boarding school. However, because suddenly his Uncle and Aunt moved from Singapore to Paris, he came to live with them in an apartment. To get to his school from the apartment does not take long, can be reached by foot.

His uncle and aunt were a couple who became parents Vani continued during his time in France. His uncle was an employee at a restaurant in Paris, while his aunt was also an employee at a boutique. Their salary is enough to support their daily lives, even to pay rent for an apartment.

Vani said he had spoken to Uncle and Auntie about my arrival. Vani has also asked permission so that I can stay with them within a month. Moreover, Brother Aneeta also intervened in my lodging affairs in their apartment.

Duh, I think I've been troubling a lot of people here.

Along the streets of the city, there are various kinds of restaurants and cafes lined up neatly on the left right side of the road. Not infrequently also towering buildings, so to see it alone must raise the head.

The atmosphere of the afternoon became increasingly astetchic when the lights of vehicles adorn the road. Plus the traffic jam that is long enough to make me frustrated if I have to breathe the car AC constantly. Then I opened the car next to me. I need some fresh air.

Finally fresh air came in through my nose and penetrated into my lungs. This time I was allowed by God to set foot in the land of men, this is my first time going abroad. I'm just a country girl with a meatball boy who wants to know how the world makes its cities metropolitan cities.

In this city of Paris I will explore a variety of history and culture that may be a separate memory for a photographer like me. The city known as the City of Light or la Ville des Lumieres in French will bear witness to every step of my foot to begin exploring the world even if only in the scope of imagination.

It is my dream to carry the names of Abah and Ummi wherever I am, and in my prayer I will slip their names so that I can lift their degrees in heaven.