The Will of Love in Tokyo
Passionate #03

Because the conversation was enough, Ms. Hartini invited Desta back to her room. The girl immediately left, and hurried off to the second-floor building of the dormitory where her room was.

Although not too late, the situation is quiet, with lights that light up in every corner of the dormitory. The windows of the rooms on the first and second floors, some of which appear to be left open for the wind to infiltrate, to reduce the feeling of heat in the room.

Although sometimes it rains, the heat does not go away, Surabaya is a city with a sultry nature.

After climbing the connecting staircase, the girl turned left and pulled out the key from her pocket, while walking slowly to the very end of her room.

After going inside, deftly grabbed a relaxed sandal while removing the hood. Towards the bathroom to clean themselves, then berwudhlu to pray isya.

The routine before bed is complete. Desta carried his body up on the bed. The girl lay down on her single bed and said a prayer before going to bed. The room light that he had just turned off, was replaced with a sleeping lamp on the table, right next to the bed on the side of his head.

The dim room atmosphere, contrasting with the color of Desta's skin whitish yellow. Waist-length hair was strewn across the pillow, it seemed to shine reflecting the light of the lamp on his desk, his clear eyes were shining, flickering beautifully.

Desta was not at all approached by drowsiness, his mind went back to the contents of his conversation with Ms. Hartini just now. His heart was so worried, between following a selection call far outside the city, or pursuing his dream in this city, and staying close to the foundation and bu Hartini.

A 60-year-old woman, who is like her own mother. Raising and guiding him, being noble and independent with other children.

He can imagine how 18 years ago, after the tragedy of the accident that took his mother, father, and beloved brother from him. Until he was escorted by the police to this foundation for a while, while waiting for his brother to come pick up.

Mother Hartini, the only person who is ready to hug, and comfort when she cries or whines sad. It is hard to imagine if the time comes, having to leave the environment of this foundation.

But after all, currently Desta is mature, independent, and spends his education brilliantly. Stay one step away, maybe she will become a truly independent woman born inner, inner outer.

So the problem of lifting up from here, just wait for the time, Destapun smiled resignedly to this reality.

"Well ma'am, I'll leave the day after tomorrow, hopefully this decision is right and brings good together, especially for myself and my future. Amen."

Destapun closed his eyes, with a heart full of hope. His eyes began to feel heavy, along with the loss of weight in his heart and brain.

This morning, Desta was preparing to meet Ms. Hartini, to convey her willingness to leave tomorrow. He also wanted to know the details, about the terms and what to bring with him.

But before that, Desta took breakfast first to the soup kitchen. It is said that with the stomach filled, everything will be smooth and easy.Desta takes a little breakfast, and spends it immediately. Incidentally the kitchen atmosphere is still quiet, only a few children are seen taking rations with a kitchen attendant served.

Usually, Desta also often provides assistance outside the picket hour. For children who are older, will receive a picket schedule. Good for cleaning tasks, or cooking with kitchen staff.

Seeing his arrival, Ms. Hartini immediately invited him into her office.

"How did you decide, son? " I can't wait for Hartini to know about Desta's decision.

"Yes ma'am, I am willing to leave tomorrow" replied Desta with a sweet smile.

Ms. Hartini seemed happy, and explained what Desta had to bring. If there is a shortage will be proposed through expedition services later. Desta seemed to be sincerely looking at him, then nodded in understanding after being explained. The girl appears to be writing something on her HP note.

It was usual for him to do so as not to miss important small things.After feeling enough, he resigned himself, and went straight out the gate. While passing through the guard post, he bowed his head to the security guard who greeted him, as permission to get out.

Desta has been in a nearby convenience store, immediately selected his personal essentials. After paying for it, Desta rushed home, knowing that there was little time.

Arriving in the dorm room, quickly packed and arranged all his needs into his tiny navy suitcase. Not much, just a few pieces of the best clothes and hoods are his favorite.

Everything's been sorted out. Desta intends to meet Ajeng to say goodbye to him, worried that tomorrow will no longer have time to meet. But the room was sealed from the outside, meaning Ajeng was not there. He went back to his room and intended to take a bath, because soon will be the dzuhur adhan.

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After Maghrib, Desta returned to Ajeng's room, but the room was still locked and dark. Ah maybe she won't come home tonight, she's staying at work. Ajeng had indeed worked in a restaurant, in the Sidoarjo area.

There was a sad gurat on his face, the hope of meeting his best friend was now gone. Uninspired, it was the foundation's kitchen to pick up dinner. Usually, Desta will go to eat with his best friend.

Regretted yesterday not asking for his new phone number, as a result now can not reach him.

After eating, Desta met Ranti's mother, an officer in the kitchen who always standby with his cooking menus. Preparing a whole children's meal foundation. Desta said goodbye to Ranti, as well as asking for blessing prayers to be facilitated all his business in Jakarta.

Ms. Ranti looked surprised, her eyes glazed over while saying the best prayer for Desta. They hugged, and ended up kissing the girl's hand.

Desta did not want to say goodbye to the others, for him this was only a short departure. It could be that he failed the selection and was not chosen, where else would he be if he did not return here, right?

Rich people like Mr. Lee, must be willing to take care of people who fail like him. There was a moment of joyful hope when he remembered that he would return. But then realize, if he is not elected, maybe this Foundation next year will not get an invitation as good as this again. No, he has to try his maximum. Don't let Ms. Hartini be disappointed in her. The name of this foundation is on his shoulders now.

Nearby a mirror attached to the study table, then released her veil. Desta looked at the mirror with a reflection of her beautiful face. The shadow is told to always be excited. No one else at the moment, only with his own two feet could change his fate.