The End of the Wing Miss
Seremban, With You Memories Stored

Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA)

Naya who was standing next to Mak Madah circulated her gaze, looking for the figure she had missed so much.

Though only a few hours ago they spoke by phone before Naya checked in at Soekarno-Hatta Airport, but now she has missed again with him.

Naya smiled as her netraka caught a middle-aged woman who stepped gracefully, accompanied by a sturdy man like a bodyguard.

Naya dropped her body in the arms of Mrs Sri Latifah after previously kissing the reverence of the back of her hand-in-law.

Puan Sri warmly welcomed her daughter-in-law's embrace as her hands gently stroked Naya's head.

They hugged each other for a long time. Mak Medah just smiled a little watching the two masters.

Not feeling the warm clear circles wet his cheeks that began to wrinkle eaten age. Immediately his hand swept the circles with the tip of his shawl.

"Sorry, forgot. How is Mak Medah? Healthy, right?" Mrs Sri Latifah turned her gaze to Mak Medah while extending her hand.

Mak Medah smilingly welcomed his master's hand.

"Alhamdulillah, Mak healthy. What kind of Sri Puan? Also, is it?"

"See too, Mom. Thank God thanks to do'a Mak Medah and the beautiful princess", said so Mrs Sri pinched her daughter-in-law's cheeks gently.

Naya gently clasped the hand that pinched her cheek then kissed it reverently once again.

"Ah, my little dove. I miss you so much."

"I miss you so much ... much .. more, Mama."

The two women of different generations hugged each other tightly.

...***...

The journey from Kuala Lumpur to Seremban which can usually be reached in about forty-five minutes, now takes more than an hour.

Naya deliberately asked Putra, the driver and assistant of Puan Sri Latifah to slow down the pace of his vehicle.

The Toyota Alphard SC moves slowly to give Naya a chance to enjoy her journey to the city that has given her millions of memories.

Along the way Naya did not take her eyes off the rows of trees and buildings that seemed to move following her.

Madam Sri Latifah who was sitting next to Naya deliberately closed her eyes. He did not want to disturb Naya who was solemnly enjoying her trip.

Five years did not set foot in his homeland, making Naya want to shed all the longing that was rising.

Entering the city of Seremban they were greeted by raindrops that began to subside. The wet air makes the atmosphere of the city cool and calm.

Occasionally Naya inhales in the scent of rain left behind with drizzle drops.

The car slowed down as it entered a gate made of wood with artistic carvings.

Naya was stunned as her eyes were fixed on a large stilt house in front of her.

House stage similar to the house gadang, traditional house of Minangkabau people in West Sumatra there.

"Ma ...? Naya's going home ..."

"Yes, Mama knows. But not now. We'll go there, yeah. Mama will accompany Nay there. Okay, right?"

Naya did not answer, she just nodded her head slowly.

Mrs Sri Latifah led the girl down from the car.

The two go hand in hand with followed by Mak Madah and Putra who carry their luggage.

Sometimes Naya's eyes glance at a modern minimalist style house that is parallel to the large family stage house Puan Sri Latifah.

Both houses are limited only by a low fence that is also made of wood.

Naya breathed a bit. Suddenly, the past greeted him.

The Flashback

"Nay, no balari bana, beko jatua."

"Indak, baby. The brothers are still at home. Mother had called Puan Sri."

Little Naya keeps running through the fence that borders her house with Kei and Ken's house.

His steps moved quickly up the steps of the stage house.

"Review, Nay ...!

Flashback Off

"Acch ... " Naya grimaced as the tip of her knee came into contact rather hard with a rung.

"Sweety, are you okay?" Puan Sri immediately stopped her steps while looking at Naya.

"Nw ... Yes, Nay okay, Mama. Nih, Nay's legs hurt a little, "Naya rubbed her knees that felt pain.

"Darling ... If you walk, do not be pensive. Where does that hurt, Mama wants to see ..."

Ms. Sri gently pulled Naya's hand to sit on the steps right in front of the entrance of the house.

"Nay okay, Mama. Sickness is ..."

Puan Sri continued to sit Naya and wanted to reveal the ends of the maroon-colored robe worn by Naya.

The girl gasped. His eyes looked around.

"Ah, yes.. Sorry .. sorry ..." Puan Sri immediately released her hand from Naya's robe.

"Mama forgot. Comein. Later in the room Mama treat yes," he said while pulling back Naya.

"Assynnnya ... Mak ... Mak ... Son-in-law's granddaughter until now, this ..." Puan Sri stepped into the house with Naya accompanying behind her.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Alhamdulillahot. Where's the granddaughter of the ghost, tuh. She missed it so much, nih.." A woman emerged from a room.

His path began to limp with the help of a silver-clad stick.

Naya hurriedly greeted her grandmother-in-law. Once close, his hands stretched out, touching the fingers that snorted edible times.

Naya clasped the hand of Sharifah, the grandmother-in-law. They used to call him 'Nek Sya'.

Slowly Naya took the hand to her forehead, then kissed the reverence.

Grandma Sya smiled widely, her hands gently rubbing the head of her daughter-in-law's granddaughter.

"Don't look at Nek for a long time, huh? Don't you love it?"

"It's not like that, Grandma. Stay dear. Nay sa.yang very much said Grandma. Apologize, Grandma."

Naya kissed the grandmother again. Not only his hands but also his cheeks and forehead.

Mrs Sri Latifah smiled watching the scene in front of her.

Slowly he moved towards a cupboard in the corner of the room. After finding what he was looking for, he went back to Naya and Grandpa Sya who were still chatting.

"'Dah ... dah .. yes, Mak. Let Mak's granddaughter-in-law rest for a moment, right?"

"Yes, rest first. Mak also wants to talk to the Madah. Until he was in Paris. Five years, anyway. Very long. Maybe I'm already good at saying pale-skinned people," said as soon as Grandpa Sya stepped her feet away from Naya and Puan Sri Latifah.

"Well, baby ... Mama take her to the room, Nay rest first." Puan Sri escorted Naya to a room.

Entering the room, Naya smelled a strong masculine smell.

His view around the square room is quite spacious.

Seeing the dominating white and grey color, Naya reminded her of the atmosphere of a room in her in-laws' house in Kuala Lumpur.

"Mhc ... Mamma... Sorry, this is ... Whose room?"

Naya ventured to ask to answer her curiosity.

"This room? Yeah, Nay's room, it's ... Whose room is it again? I mean, Mama wanted to see Nay's wound." Mrs Sri Latifah distracts her daughter-in-law.

To be continued