The Unnamed Youth
Jin Kuya's son came out of his nest.
Time is still too early, for high-caste people, because of the lifestyle that changes with the times, he said, different things for people who live in a small suburban area far from the city center.
A 29-year-old woman came out of the middle-aged couple's stage house followed by a very handsome and valiant young man at the age of 19.
Desi Wulandari, a woman who is still an honorary teacher at one of the high schools, walked towards her matic motorbike parked in the area of the house on stage.
"Arya, you brought it......" Decit Bu Desi handed over the key to the beat motorbike which always faithfully accompanied the young teacher to go to school to teach his students.
Arya scratched his head, he had never brought a motorbike, whether he could run his motorbike or not.."
"Why Ar...? The young teacher asked seeing the confusion exfresi of his protege.
"Never had a motorbike with you.." Polos Arya answered him.
"But can you..?"
"Don't know Mom.." Reply Arya.
"But I've seen you bring the calendar when plowing the fields of Mr. Imin.." Said Ms. Desi.
"Hehehehe if it's any ma'am.." Aryan chuckles.
"Yaa motor is also not much different Ar... Let's go later we have bad luck.." The young teacher was strong with the establishment so that Arya who carried the motor and herself in the bonceng.
There is one thing that is known by Missi, the results of studying and reading books about a human who lost moderate memory or amnesia, or amnesia, to be directed or even shown to things that cannot make him, then the initiative of Bu Desi to let Arya carry his motorbike, he said, because Bu Desi had a thought that the young man who lived in Umi Juju's house was a young man who had the world in his grasp.
The young man walked doubtfully towards the matic motorcycle, there was a difficult feeling to be interpreted, Miss Desi smiled amusedly at the footsteps of her students who looked trembling.
"Mom Desi........" Arya turned her head after being next to the motor belonging to her guidance teacher.
"Let's run Ar's motor.." Desi answered walking towards his motorbike.
"Yaa.. Lest' go' Mom.." Arya immediately got on the motorcycle and put the motorcycle's cone into the contact stap.
Standard motor in install.. Starter in the push while the gas is slightly in the pull, the rear brake in the press, it is almost the same as running the collector to plow the rice fields leisure work help Abah and Umi.
"Easy right..?" Ask Miss Desi.."
"Yes Mom..." Arya answered briefly and then began to run her beat motorbike to piggyback teacher towards downtown Purwakarta.
Approximately one hour, now Arya and Bu Dewi have arrived at one of the universities in the coastal city of West Java.
"Arya, the motorbike entered the gate and parked there.." Tell Bu Desi while pointing towards the motorbike lined up neatly in the university parking lot area.
"Good Mom..."
Arriving in one of the rooms, Miss Desi went straight into the room, while Arya herself was told to wait outside.
"That you wait here huh. I want to enter the administration and complete the letter to enter this university.." Terang Bu Desi's,
"Yes, please ma'am.." Arya's.."
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At the same time as the activity carried out by the nameless youth in one of the second city universities for the great youth like that god. In a lush area with tea plantations, it appeared that morning the weather was so cold it pierced the pores of the skin.
In one of the villages not far from the tourist spot of Bogor peak area, it appears in the building of a house that is fairly old-fashioned house a middle-aged man was relaxing with a glass of black coffee and a pack of clove cigarettes red salt warehouse.
"Hmmmmmmm''... You're out also Jin Kuya's son.." The middle-aged man's murmur was clearly heard by the old woman who flashed before him to walk out.
The old woman stopped, then a glance towards the middle-aged man who was sitting relaxed while turning on his grunts and began to suck deeply in the cigarette that was on his lips.
"Muhammad Awan Pratama Abah..." The old woman sat down and directly asked the man sitting before her.
"Yes Umi.. He's out of the nest..." Answer the middle-aged man who is none other than Aden Haruman.
"Alhamdulillah... Alhamdulillahot. Hirobbil Allamiin's.." The old woman put her hands up and rubbed her face a sign of gratitude for the words of her husband.
"But Umi she doesn't know about her identity yet, she still has to struggle with what she said the other day. Wanting to be a normal human being with no burdens and responsibilities.." Aden Haruman explained to his wife.
"Yaa Abah umi also knows.. Umi is grateful that the Clouds are still alive and is now embarking again on a journey to her true heart.." Wrote the old woman.
"Shall Nabil be told of this news Abah.." Connect Umi Lilis.
"No need Umi... Nabil himself with the establishment will continue his studies at the place where Muhammad Awan Pratama is located.." Aden Haruman.
"So................" Umi Lilis gasped in shock after hearing the speech of her husband who has a capable level of inner eyes.
The fate of the two of them was written in the realm of Nirvana, loyalty, sadness, disappointment, frustration, distrust and mutual blame will they experience when the meeting arrives. And only one answer from the two of them to unite.." Aden Haruman said according to his vision.
"Is it Abah that they may unite..?" Ask the wife in curiosity.
"They're both Umi's beliefs.." Simple answer from Aden Haruman but bear a very broad meaning to dig deeper.
The chatter of the middle-aged couple was quite long, regarding the figure of a great young man like a god. Aden Haruman with the magic at his disposal, had a plan to direct the figure of his adopted son back on the road that should be passed, he said, meanwhile, Umi Lilis with the affection that she bestowed on Muhammad Awan Pratama gave input to her husband for some people close to her adopted son to be assigned where Muhammad Awan Pratama lived at present.
After the discussion of the middle-aged couple was finished and agreed to include Asep Sunandar with Iyus Saputra to spy on unnamed young men in the coastal city of West Java.