Village Girl With a Million Dreams
Chapter 3 (Jakarta )
That night the wind was very cold, my body was so tense considering that tomorrow was the day I had to part with my parents.
I had to leave them and follow Buyut Ayu's orders. All this time I only knew the city of Jakarta from television, not imagined in my mind if I had to go far to get there.
Until the hour is 01:00 in the morning, my eyes are still fresh. My head was dizzy thinking about my departure.
I decided to take Wudhu, I tried to pray Tahajud. Even though I haven't slept, I still do. I want to pray so that I can be given peace.
After praying I still could not sleep, I set foot into the room Mom and Dad. When he was about to knock on the door, it turned out that the family room was still lit.
It turns out that my guess is correct, you are still awake. I put on my smile, I stepped closer to the Father who was closing his eyes. His eyes were closed but his mind was still awake.
You know when I sit next to him, I put my head on his shoulder. I felt a sense of calm as his hands began to gently caress the top of my head.
Father: You can't sleep? surely Mbak Murni seneng you come there.
Ayu: Is this decision correct? did Ayu hurt your heart?
Father: Father and Mother will always support all Ayu and Buyut decisions. As long as it is good and does not violate religious norms.
Ayu: Accept yes sir, have forgiven Ayu's mistake. Father alike Mother must be very heavy to make this decision.
You only reply with a soft touch yes, not many words that we can string together. Our silence was the right decision. If we continue, there will only be tears enveloping our grief.
Morning, according to his promise. Buyut Ayu has arrived at 6 am. No less and no more, Buyut is indeed known by people who are very disciplined.
Mas Aditya already has 1 daughter at my age named Marcella, while Mbak Murni has been married for 2 years and still has not been bounty momongan.
Finally, Buyut and I left, of course my departure was accompanied by the sobs of Mother Father and my relatives. It was sad that I had to live away from my family.
Not to forget also their do'a accompanied my steps, I had to hold back my tears. If I cry, they will remember my cry. They will be worried about my situation.
I tried to hold back my tears as hard as I could. I smiled, as if today was the day I was looking forward to.
Usut had a mouthwash, it turns out Buyut knew I was not in school from my neighbors whose work I did (a traveling vegetable trader).
She told me about my mother telling me her son went on a hunger strike for a few days because he couldn't go to school.
Hearing that, my great-grandfather boarded the apitam. Until the night of the night he came straight to my house.
After a journey of approximately 8 hours using the Bus. at that time there was no toll Cipali story, so still passing the pantura road from Central Java to Jakarta. Finally we arrived at the house of Mama Murni. The house is Mas Ali's official house as a police officer in Jakarta.
We are welcomed with the same Mas Ali, but there is a bitter smile on the face of Mbak Murni. But I didn't take it personally, probably because I just met again after 2 years of not seeing each other.
After marriage, Mama Murni rarely went home. Buyut more often who come to visit.
Since we had arrived late in the afternoon, Buyut told me to take a bath, eat and rest. I obeyed his orders, I entered the dream world soundly because I was tired after a long journey.