Titian Love Nadia
Wrong Address

This morning the sun was shining brightly, the sky was clear blue with no clouds to cover. However, not so with Nadia's face covered in gray clouds.

At around seven o'clock the travel car that has been rented by Mas Har her husband Rumi, has been parked in the yard of her house waiting for passengers who will ride it to Indramayu Regency and Cirebon West Java.

Nadia came out of the house carrying only a sling bag and a papperbag containing a kebaya bought by Rasya at the boutique at that time. While Rumi and her husband brought dry food and cooked food as luggage for their child in the boarding school, there were also items ordered by Haikal, who was also in the same household, as well as a large bag containing change of clothes for the two of them during the stay at Nadia's house later tonight.

Shortly after they say goodbye to Nadia's other boarding friends, they get into the car. Mas Har was sitting next to the driver, Rumi and Nadia were sitting in the middle seat, while their other items were placed in the back seat. Nadia's boarding friends drove them to the front of the house.

The car moved slowly leaving the yard of Rumi's house, down the street alley to the highway.

"Let's stop by in Indramayu first yes, sir the driver. From Indramayu new to Cirebon there waiting for me to finish visiting my child maybe until the afternoon, then back again to Indramayu. After that, the driver went home alone because my wife and I would stay at Indramayu to attend the wedding of my boarding boy who was sitting in the back," said Mas Har at length to the driver.

"If by toll road we go directly to Cirebon first, Mas, then we go to Indramayu," explained the driver.

"Oo, can't go to Indramayu just yet, sir?" ask Har to make sure. "Where, Nad? You want to go straight home or come with us to Haikal's cabin, but come home later that afternoon." Har turned to Nadia.

"Follow the Har to the ponpes so as not to go back and forth Cirebon-Indramayu. Poor sir the driver will not be able to eat gasoline, nothing to go home later in the afternoon as well" said Nadia.

"Are you nothing if until the sublime time has not reached home? Do you think you're not worried?" cecar Mbak Rumi's.

"I don't know, it will be the most calls, Ma'am," replied Nadia.

"Where's the intramayu, Mas? If the ponpes in Cirebon right I have been used to take Mas Har there," asked the driver while focusing on driving.

"Where, Nad? Your home address," Mas Har asked, turning to Nadia.

"Kiajaran Kulon blocks the mosque of Lohbener District" replied Nadia.

"Kiajaran Kulon blocks the mosque Lohbener Subdistrict, sir the driver," Rasya explained to the driver.

"Good, Mas. I'll remind you later" asked the driver.

Their chatter temporarily stopped, only the roar of the car engine and MP3 music playing from the car dashboard sounded. Nadia and Rumi choose to sleep alone, because they are getting bored. The driver chose the Cikampek elevated toll road to get to the destination faster.

About 10 o'clock the car stopped in the courtyard of the boarding school where Haikal his son Rumi was studying. Nadia got out of the car, followed Rumi and Mas Har into the ponpes, helped carry the things they were carrying. They go first to Kyai the babysitter of the cottage. Then Pak Kyai sent a santri to pick up Haikal, telling him to meet his parents who came to visit.

While waiting for Haikal who was being called to come, Rumi, Mas Har and Nadia waited in the ponpes garden. It did not take long for Haikal to catch up with those still in the park.

"Father, Mother," called the young man who was still a student of the Tsanawiyah Madrasah.

Rumi and Mas Har took turns hugging his only son. After that Haikal sat between the two.

"How are you feeling, son?" ask Rumi.

"Thank God be healthy, ma'am" Haikal replied.

"The money you sent is still, isn't it, Haikal?" ask the Har.

"Still, Dad" Haikal replied again.

"This father more a little, kept well and do not waste yes," pinta Mas Har slipped a few pieces of money in the form of shards in the pocket of cocoa clothes used by Haikal so easy to use.

"Well right here, kid. Learn to be diligent in order to become a useful person." Mama Rumi hoped.

"Aamiin, in shay Allah Haikal at home, ma'am," Haikal said.

Until the time of dhuhur prayer they participated in congregational prayers with the residents of other boarding schools. After praying Nadia sat in the head of the mosque, her cellphone still in the bag rang.

"Mamak you must have called, Nad," guess Rumi.

"Let's go" Nadia said as she stuffed her parachute face into the bag.

"Thank you! Noisy disturbs others," said Rumi who could not bear to hear the sound of music continues to sound.

Nadia also reached into her phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, mamak," said Nadia to the caller on her phone named Nindya.

"What are you going home for? Why haven't you reached home yet?" cecar mamak who forgot to answer the greeting uttered by Nadia.

"I got in a travel car with Mbak Rumi and Mas Har, Mamak. They went to see their son in Cirebon. Because the driver passed the toll road and went out at the exit of the Cirebon toll road, yes we visited his son Mbak Rumi first in Cirebon. Now Nadia is still in Cirebon, Mak," Nadia said at length to answer Mamak's questions.

"Yes, Mom. Don't worry, Nadia won't stop. After missing Mbak Rumi and Mas Har kangen on his son we will go home," replied Nadia.

"Yes, I hung up the phone. Assalamu'alaikum," said mamak.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Mamak" said Nadia. He put his phone back in a sling bag.

"It's just mamak who's on the phone, ma'am. He asked why he had not arrived home? He was also afraid that I would drop out" Nadia told Rumi.

"Yes, don't wait until the afternoon. After this we go straight to your house instead of making mamak same mimic you worry. The important thing is that Ma'am has met with Haikal and saw for himself that his situation is fine" Mbak Rumi said.

"Mbak Rumi why not make a sister for Haikal?" chirps Nadia who immediately got a pinch from the woman she was talking to.

"Aw, sick!" pekik Nadia who reflexively tore off Mbak Rumi's arm.

"Sok knows you! Rumi's mother if the Har mas at home always make dough, just haven't managed to be a sister for Haikal. Maybe it's not our windfall yet. Later after you marry we race yuk! Who got pregnant first?" sahut Rumi who even invited Nadia to race to make children, a thing that is still very taboo for Nadia.

"Mbak Rumi is just about nothing, make children really into the race," argued Nadia.

"Lha, you're the first one to talk about making a sister for Haikal" Rumi said.

"Haikal already has that big brother?" timpal Nadia's.

"Not that we don't want to, Nad, but it has not been given the same as above" said Mbak Rumi.

"Mbak will also know myself next to my role has been lifted because it was damaged by the stab at that time. And the possibility for Nadia to have offspring is only 5 percent. Where can join the race to make children with Mbak Rumi," said Nadia sadly.

"Mbak Rumi was just kidding, not to be entered into the heart. Ma'am apologizes for alluding to that to make you feel sad," said Rumi felt guilty. "We'll meet Har! Take her home now," she asked as she got up from her seat.

"But we're looking for food first, ma'am before we get out of Cirebon. Meatballs or what cake, which is important can be to prop up the stomach. Laper really," pinta Nadia sulked looking at Rumi.

"Yes, later we ask the driver to stop by at the restaurant" said Rumi agreed.

Nadia stood up as well. They approached Mas Har and the driver who was sitting on the terrace of the mosque not far from them sat down. Rumi tells Mas Har that Nadia is expected and eagerly awaited to go home by her parents.

After saying goodbye to Haikal and Pak Kyai's family, they immediately left the boarding school area to continue their journey to Indramayu. However, Nadia asked to stop by the restaurant first to fill the stomach.

After they finished eating, they immediately withdrew from Cirebon. It only took an hour of travel the car they were riding had reached the yard of Nadia's parents' house.

Nadia hesitated to get out of the car. He couldn't believe what he saw. The simple house that he left three months ago to return to college in Jakarta, has now turned into a magnificent building. The yard that used to be wide because it was used to dry the grain every time the rice harvest, now lives in half. In other words the building of the house was now advancing by several meters

"Why do you doubt that, Nad?" asked Rumi who was surprised to see Nadia's behavior.

"I think we got the wrong address, Ma'am," replied the girl.

"Misall address how the hell, Nad. We have asked the same people, this truth is Kiajaran Kulon. On the Google map of mobile phones Mas Har also Kiajaran Kulon here, right," Mas Har's timpal showed his phone.

"But this is not the house of Gugun's mother, Nadia's mother, Mas. Can windfall from where mamak can renovate the hut that three months ago is still a reot, now so this grand house," Nadia still does not believe.

"Maybe your husband-to-be is very famous and does not want his future-in-law's house is still reot, will you be able to get a rich daughter-in-law, how does his house reot anyway? 'I'm ashamed maybe. Let's just ask yuk out," said Mbak Rumi.

Nadia, Rumi and Mas Har get out of the car with their leftovers.

"Sir driver don't go home first yes, maybe we have the wrong address later please ask to be delivered again" Rumi pinta told the driver.

"Yes, Ma'am," said the driver.

In the house it looks crowded, in the yard has been installed layos and decorations inside and outside the house, it is like the house of people who will hold a celebration event. Mas Har and Mbak Rumi stepped in first, while Nadia hid behind their bodies.

"Excuse me, Mum. Is this really Gugun's mom's house?" ask Mas Har to one of the mothers who happened to pass by.

"Who are you?" The mother asked back.

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TB