The Young Master's
Sacrifices.

The ferry that brought Ayyara across the sea from the port of peacock, Banten was almost docked in bakauheni, south lampung. It's almost morning. He could see the sun that was beginning to dare to appear in the eastern horizon.

He took a deep breath as all the passengers were getting ready to disembark. So is he with himself. He walked among the rows of people descending the stairs that were just enough width for one man carefully.

Arriving at the bottom, he immediately looked for the bus he was riding. The bus that will take him to the cross-Sumatra road.

Holding her belly, Ayyara starts to get into her bus. He sat back in his seat right behind the driver.

This journey is a long journey. Where he will take about 3 days 4 nights to get to his destination. In a small town from his grandmother's side..

Why did he choose to take the bus instead of the plane? Because if he gets on the plane Gama will easily track him. The influence of the man was no joke.

Very exhausting journey. And after 3 days and 4 nights in the bus, Ayyara finally arrived at her destination. The small coffee-producing city of Gayo is very cold, in the province of Aceh. Yes, Ayyara has now set foot in a district called Bener Meriah.

He used to be here with his parents. When I was about ten years old. He doesn't remember exactly. But he still remembered the name of his village.

With only capitalizing on the name of the village and the name of the sister of the grandmother, Ayyara desperately came to this foreign city. I hope the family will accept it with open arms. Because he doesn't know where to go.

The super-cold morning air permeated his bones. He shuddered for a moment to expel the cold.

His body is still staggering. Being on the bus for days will leave a staggered effect, even when you get off the bus it will still feel like you are in it.

Ayyara felt a little nauseous. His head is a little dizzy. He staggered until he almost fell onto the asphalt. Fortunately, someone caught him immediately.

"isn't it okay?" ask a hijab girl while leading Ayyara to sit in a chair that has a shop next to the counter.

"i'm okay. Thank you very much."

"bangs. Order one warm tea yes." message the girl to the seller. Immediately a glass of warm tea has been presented in front of him.

"drink first brother. Big sister's face was pale." the girl offered Ayyara warm tea.

With a bad feeling, Ayyara still sipped the drink. she really needed it. "thank you."

After a while, Ayyara started to feel calm.

"where's brother from?" ask the girl.

"I'm from jakarta."

"oo.. Take a bus from Jakarta?" ask the girl with a look of disbelief. But he immediately widened his eyes when he saw Ayyara nodding her head.

"wahho.. Aren't you tired of taking the bus for days?"

"yes, pretty. Bo**ng I feel pretty hot. For sitting for days." Ayyara explained shyly.

"where are you going?" ask the girl again.

"to S village, is it far from here?" ask Ayyara again.

"not far away, at least about 15 minutes by ojek. Brother is a brother there? I happen to be his home there too. I can help because I know everyone in the village."

A coincidence that the counter guard girl turned out to be from her destination village.

"i'll feel very grateful. I want to visit my relatives there. His name is Erwin's grandfather. Do you know him?"

"Grandfather Erwin? Of course I know him. He is my grandfather." replied the girl in surprise.

Ayyara was no less surprised. Again, a coincidence for which he was very grateful.

"yes. I'm Ayyara, Surya's grandfather's granddaughter. The son of Mr. Hadi." explained Ayyara later.

"so this big brother is Yara's sister? Yampun.. Doesn't my brother know me? I'm Risma." obviously the girl was fiery.

Ayyara tries to remember who Risma is.

"8 years ago I went to Jakarta with my parents and stayed at my sister's house. Does your sister still not remember?"

Samar Ayyara can remember it. The little girl who used to come to his house when he was still sitting in High School. Nimble and chatty little girl.

Risma, Ayyara may not remember it. The arrival of the girl and her family was nothing special to her. But not for Risma. Visiting Jakarta was an amazing experience that he never forgot. Even now he still remembered small details about his journey.

"for goodness sake Yara.." Risma rushed into the arms of Ayyara who was still trying to remember. "let's go home now. They will definitely be very happy." Risma invited excited.

Risma then say goodbye and leave the counter to his employees and immediately grabbed a small tote bag owned by Ayyara then put it on his motor matic. Ayyara just complies. He also climbed on the bike.

The cold air felt even more piercing as they drove on the streets. Ayyara could even see her smoky breath of cold hornbills. Along the way, she could see a row of coffee plantations in bloom.

Risma turned her motor matic into a fairly large house. With a super large page. It seems like Risma's family is quite the person to be.

"Your.!! Ine.!!" shouted Risma with a booming voice. "let's go in brother." take Risma later.

"you have been screaming so early in the morning.not ashamed to be heard by the neighbors?" said a middle-aged woman younger than Mama Ayyara.

"One (mother). Look, who's coming" said Risma excitedly.

"who's that.?" asked a middle-aged man who seemed to be Risma's father.

"Ama (father), this is brother Yara Ama. Om Hadi's son in Jakarta."

"Yara's? Ayyara?" ama asked with a look of disbelief towards Ayyara who was still silently staring

"yes.." Ayyara replied awkwardly.

"god... Gosh darn.. Yara's.. Who are you coming with?" ine asked who immediately hugged Ayyara.

"i'm alone." replied Ayyara.

The rest, they drowned in the blue atmosphere.

Ayyara told me everything when Risma's family asked about her parents. They do not even know about the death of Ayyara's parents. When Ayyara told them, their cries instantly broke right then and there.

They also asked if Ayyara was married or not. Ayyara replies that she is married, and her husband leaves her. He had to lie to the family a little.

Hearing the sad story of Ayyara's life, Risma and her mother returned to shed tears. They feel sorry for Ayyara.

"already, don't think about it. From now on stay here with us. We will take care of you and take care of you" said Ama who turned out to be a local village chief.

An hour later, Ama Rusli's house was filled with neighbors who immediately came as soon as they heard someone coming from Jakarta. They warmly welcomed Ayyara's arrival. Some even kissed Ayyara.

Is this the atmosphere in the village? Very warming. Inner Ayyara. It felt like he had a new family. And it was a little comforting and averted his mind about Gama.

Gamma...

he misses the man so much.