The End of Two Semesters
Chapter 1 – Being a Held Driver

Arya rushed down the stairs one by one. He saw the watch in his hand. He was already neatly wearing a grey suit that matched his pants. His hair that looks neat because it has been tidied up in the Barber Shop is famous for its subscription.

Arya is so nervous that she forgets her morning breakfast. He should have come to the bride's house to pick up the bride who will today carry out the wedding reception in a luxury hotel.

“Arya ... You are so nervous, Son?” sapa Bu Arni, the mother of Arya.

“Arya's mother has a job, it shouldn't be Arya's job anyway, ma'am. But, four drivers in the permit office are due to illness. I know ‘kan, even though this city is a little safe, but the pandemic he said is still threatening? Yes, Arya liburkan driver who is sick, until completely healed. And, today Si Asep, who was supposed to deliver the bride, he did not even leave. Who else would it be if Arya didn't drive him? Yesterday someone wanted to rent a wedding car, Asep had handled it, Asepnya even sick and had to self-isolate, Mom,” Obviously Arya with a little nervous, while sipping coffee made by her mother.

“So you want to pick it up?” ask Mr. Rozak, Arya's father continued who Arya had considered like his own biological father.

“Yes, who else if not Arya, sir? The office is also safe, there is Saiful who helps,” replied Arya.

“Arya .. are there many other drivers?” said Ms. Arni.

“Mother ... already on leaving for out of town all the other drivers, in the office there is only Satpam, Saiful, and Arya. There's no way Arya told Saiful to pick up the bride, she hasn't been able to drive all the way, right? SIM only he does not have?” arya.

“Yes done, you be careful huh, son?”

“Yes mother ... most to the nearest hotel here only really? Fathers also must know who has hajat?” arya.

“Who, Ar?” ask Mr. Rozak.

“That's Mr. Hermawan, batik businessman from Pekalongan. Which has some boutiques here specifically batik cloth,” replied Arya.

“Oh, yes you know, it seems like he also has several shophouses in Tanah Abang that specifically sell batik-batik original from Pekalongan. All employees of Mr. Hermawan are also most people in the field,” explained Mr. Rozak.

“Father knows the person?” ask Ms. Arni.

“Know name only, Mom. He is a conglomerate, his only child he said model, just graduated from Harvard University.” Answer Mr. Rozak.

“Keren yes, Sir?” said Ms. Arni.

“Pak, Mom, Arya said goodbye first, huh? Already want seven hours, afraid of getting stuck, because eight hours must have stayed at the Hotelnya,” said Arya.

“Yes already, watch out for you, Ar. Don't forget to eat breakfast later,” said Mr. Rozak.

“Quiet, Sir. There will be a lot of good food, kok,” said Arya.

Although Arya is also a successful young entrepreneur, she never had the prestige to do a job that should not be her job anymore. Indeed, he was a former out-of-town travel driver, and after getting capital from the sale of Mr. Rozak's heritage land, Arya began to develop his business. He began to open car rentals, then expanded until he had another fleet, such as jetbuz and other cars for online taxis. Arya also already has an online taxi in her own name, which is managed with Mr. Rozak. Although he continued, Mr. Rozak and Arya were very familiar, and very compact to develop his business from scratch.

Arya drove her car to the Hermawan family residence. Arriving in front of Mr. Hermawan's house, he frowned. The gate in the mansion was only half open. In the courtyard of the house was not too crowded, there were only a few cars, such as no celebration at all, maybe because the show will be held in a hotel room. And in his house only held ijab qobul only.

“Ah, do you want a wedding? Is it possible because the show will be held at the Balroom Hotel? But, even so, usually remain crowded in his home? Did I not once twice drive the bride?” Arya glanced as her eyes continued to glare at the courtyard of the mansion.

Arya saw two guards approaching her. Arya got down from her car, she was curious, whether or not this is Mr. Hermawan's house.

“Good day, sir? Can we help you?” ask one of the guards.

“Good day, Sir. Is this really the residence of Mr Hermawan, who yesterday ordered a bridal car?” arya asked the House Security.

“Oh yes, yes, sir. But, the wedding ceremony hasn't started yet, sir. At least in a moment, waiting for the ruler to come. Understand the mating season, sir? So the forerunner turns,” replied the Satpam.

“Ah, it could be like that, sir. So it's still a long time, sir?” ask Arya.

“It's like, but I don't know either, sir. This was when it was eight, it should have been Ijab qobul was seven. Is it possible that the predecessor hasn't woken up?” replied the other guard with a chuckle.

“Bapak is there, if it is still a bit long, I want to find a drink first in the mini market there, sir. While waiting, from the mini market it looks from here,” said Arya.

“Oh, fine, Sir. Please,” replied the Security Guard.

Arya drove her car to a mini market close to Mr. Hermawan's house. He bought some drinks and some bread. Just this time he left breakfast at home in a hurry so as not to be late to pick up the bride. It turns out that even the ijab qobulnya event has not begun. Arya got back in the car. He ate the bread he bought earlier, by drinking his favorite chocolate-flavored uht milk. He took a picture of the bread and milk with his cell phone, then he sent it to his mother via Whatsapp.

“Bu, if you know the show has not started, I had breakfast fried rice made by mother. Finally Arya starved for gini, Bu.”

Arya wrote the message to her mother. His mother was a best friend to Arya. Whatever he must have told his mother, he was always honest and never denied his mother at all. Even he was willing to break up with his lover because the family of his former lover vilified his mother. Arya doesn't like it when her mother is hurt by other people. Because for Arya her mother is everything to Arya. A place of joking, pampering, and moaning.

“Mother said, breakfast first, you're nervous like that. Already you are careful, you will have to eat rice if it is in the event place.”

“Every mother ... I Love You ..”

“Love you too, Dear ...”

Arya put her phone in the seat next to her. He went back to enjoying the bread and milk, uht chocolate, while listening to the music in the car. Inadvertently the song that became a memory with his former lover named Naira was played on the playlist.

“Nai, you're fine, right? How are you doing now, Nai? Have you got my replacement? But, I guess you haven't got it yet, if you have, it's impossible once a week to call me?” His words glimmered by closing his eyes enjoying the song.

His memories of Naira kept spinning in his brain. Arya reminisces about the good times with her ex-lover whom she loved so much, and even now there is still love for Naira. But, she recalled how Naira's father made fun of her mother. Indeed, at that time, Arya has not been as successful as it is now.