The Legend Of Ling: An Amazing Journey Will Begin
Chapter 6: New Friends in Indonesia
The dawn began to dawn, and we arrived in Jakarta. The 7-hour trip did not make us tired to explore this city. We started looking for a cheap apartment for where we lived. Just a few kilometers from the airport, we found a suitable apartment. We packed our luggage into our new apartment. “This time is the right choice. When a tree seed comes out of the parent tree area, it will grow into a tree that is better than its parent,” said Mother while reading the contents of the prophecy on her card. We also arrange our luggage, and also clean ourselves. When we finished, we went to look for breakfast around the apartment.
Across the apartment, there is a soto stall that is quite crowded by buyers. We went into the shop and ordered. “So, what do you want to eat?” ask Dad. “Soto chicken!!” answer me and Salsa at the same time. “I think I also ordered the chicken soto,” said Mother. “Good. Mas, order chicken soto 4 equal warm tea 4!” father said to the male servant in a plain red shirt and red striped training pants. “Soto chicken 4, and warm tea 4, yes!” he answered while writing our order. He went into the kitchen and gave our order to the chef in the kitchen. The waiter then returned to serve another customer. Shortly after, the waiter gave us our order. Four hot chicken soto berries, plus warm tea almost made us drool. “Alright, time to eat! Bismillaahirrohaanirrohiim!” said Salsa and I together.
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Half an hour later, we finished our meal. Dad also paid for the order we ate, “Soto chicken 4 equal warm tea 4, yes Mas. What's total?” “Soto his chicken Rp. 10,000, if 4 means Rp. 40,000. Tea Rp. 3,000, if 4 means Rp. 12,000. Total Rp. 52.000, Sir!” said The Cashier. “Fifty-two, yes. All right, here's the money!” father said while offering a piece of Rp. 50,000 and a Rp. 2,000. Well, fortunately we had time to exchange Yuan money with Rupiah before leaving for the airport. Otherwise, maybe we'll starve because we can't buy food.
We continued our journey in the car we had brought from China. We went to apply to a new school. A few blocks from the apartment, we also found a school that we thought was good. We also applied to that school. After filling out some forms, we are asked to do a test, “Alright, Sir! His son is now doing tests. If you graduate, they will be able to attend school here,” “So, when are you ready?” ask Dad. “I'm ready anytime!” answer me and Salsa at the same time. “Alright then, we will prepare the test. And you can test tomorrow,” said the teacher in the registration section. We also returned to the apartment.
“Dad, why don't we just go for a walk?” ask me on my way home. “This is not a holiday. So, we shouldn't be taking a walk. After all, shouldn't you guys be studying for the entrance exam tomorrow?” answer Father. “I will be able to use my prophecy,” replied Brother Salsa. “Can't you not use the prophecy. If you want to graduate, you have to have a smart brain like me,”. “We'll see later!” said Salsa. “So, what are we for lunch?” ask Mother. “I know the right place for lunch here,” said Father with confidence. “Surely Dad has been here?” my many. “Of course, Dad was born and raised in this city.” “Yah, whatever!” my answer.
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“Rendang is a native Indonesian meat dish originating from Minangkabau. This cuisine results from the process of cooking low temperatures for a long time using various spices and coconut milk. It tastes delicious and smells good, makes people not strong to hold their saliva.” “I think Dad's a little overboard,” said Brother Salsa. “Leave it. He only boasts of his hometown,” said Mother. We were surprised when the waiter brought all our orders with his arms without a tray. “This is the rendition, Sir!” he said while putting down the dishes carried by him. Shortly after, our iced tea arrived.
Before we ate, something unexpected happened, “Hei, Fattah! Long time no see,” exclaimed a fat man in his 30s by holding a blonde girl my age. “Wah, Ghazali! I never thought I'd see you again here!” father replied while shaking hands with him. “Dad, who is he?” my many. “Ah, this is Dad's old friend. Yes, this is my wife and children. Is this your son?” asked Dad while pointing at the blonde girl who was pigtailed in two. “Yes, this is my son. Name's Layla. Layla, salim to om Fattah yes?” answer my friend Dad. “Ya,” replied the girl. He shook his hand and put it on his forehead. “Oh yes, by the way where is your wife?” ask Dad. “She died giving birth to Layla,” she replied with a sad look. “Innalillahi wainnailaihi raji’un. Sorry, I don't know,” Dad said in a hurry.
“It's okay. Oh yes, why are you going to Indonesia? Last I heard, you went to China to continue your S1,” asked. “Yeah, actually I've been planning this for a long time. However, just a few days ago I passed S2,” replied Dad. “Wah, so you've passed S2, yes. Congrats!! Oh yeah, where do you plan to work?” “I don't know. I'm still looking for vacancies,” replied Dad. “Then work with me. Coincidentally in my office there is an empty position,” bargain. “Wah, fitting once. Tomorrow I'm going to your office.” We ate together in a pleasant atmosphere. “Hey, I'm Roy. Nice to meet you.” “It's nice to meet you, I'm Layla,” she replied with a smile.