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13. Journey

Days passed with our activities like a tourist. Home is like a hotel. Every day, we walk around wherever we walk. Always stay in touch with friends while saying goodbye. My husband, however, did not give me any news at all. But I am grateful for that situation. So that makes it easier for me to firmly leave this city.

On Saturday, the time is 23:00. The sound of vehicles stopping in front of the house. I who was asleep, woke up when there was a knock on the door accompanied by a call.

"Tok...Dev. Devian. Tok..shock...tok..."

I, who fell asleep while putting Pertiwi to sleep in the TV room, stammered awake. My life that has not been collected, makes me worried, for fear that the one who comes is Deni.

Then my phone whose tone I changed shakes because it's night, the screen turns on. There's an incoming call. The name of Priyadi is there. I immediately raised my voice that was still sleepy.

"Hello."

"Hello, Dev.How long did you wake up? It's me already ahead. Bukain gih."

My little friend was sniffling like a herbalist at the market with his microphone as I picked up his call.

"Yes. Just jerk."

I turn it off and I put it back on the couch on the bed on the front floor of the TV.

"Simple...Krieett."

I saw a man with a large height standing right in front of the door.

"Astaghfirullah's. I'm just surprised."

My hand reflex holds the other side of the butterfly-shaped door that I have not yet opened.

"Where's the key to your bike, let's put it in the truck first."

Mas Priyadi ignored my surprise, holding his right hand against me.

"Attent."

My voice was still sleepy answering his request. With a still staggering step and mouth evaporating, I returned to the TV room to pick up my motor key.

"More."

I pushed the key into his hand. My door closed, and I shook my b*k* on a patio chair.

"Now, drink. Tuh to the faucet. Wash your face first, let your sleepiness disappear."

Suddenly Priyadi was standing in front of me giving me a bottle of mineral water.

"Thank you."

I open the bottle and swallow it. Then I set foot to the water tap in the park.

'Ggggrrr.'

My body suddenly trembled with the nightly air that began to bone.

"Now, wear. Already know Bandung cold, out of the house kok ndak wear a jacket."

My helper came back and gave me his jacket to wear 'Ah,so sweet.' My whisper in my heart.

Mas Pri stepped back to help his two army friends raise the motor to the truck after making a footing of the wooden board.

Back my heart sounds to see the activity of three people who were raising my motorbike into the truck.

I'm the one who's warm, approaching the truck. I saw them tie my bike on some sides. Then they went down to carry the refrigerator and other items that I deliberately put on the terrace from the time of expulsion, to facilitate transporting them back after my time was over at my cousin's house.

"Devs. His mattress wasn't brought?"

Mas Priyadi asked me about the floor mattress that is still used Pertiwi sleep.

"Ndak. This is my brother's. My bed is in my room. He was there when I was carrying out. Though the mattress was given by my brothers."

At first I was embarrassed to tell about the expulsion process. But I try to answer straightforwardly, let it be clear.

"Oh, yeah. That's easy. Buy it on the road. Mana, let me carry Pertiwi. You clean this house until it is clean. Don't leave people's houses dirty."

He then carried my daughter. Surprisingly, my ball did not protest. He just curled comfortably in the arms of his adoptive om.

Immediately I clean up the rest of the traces of the transfer and I trim the mattress floor. The house is clean and fragrant. I don't change clothes. Keep the morning clothes that are still attached to the body, so that it is practical and saves time.

"You guys are behind. Let me drive the truck myself. Come on Dev, you go up first."

Mas Priyadi told his friends to be in a truck that there is still space. While he was standing behind me helping me climb up the front of the teuk that was difficult for me. After I was comfortable in a sitting position, Pertiwi was then given to me. He then walked around and turned on his truck starter.

The big tub vehicle belonging to the union drove slowly leaving my cousin's sister's house. Next to the security guard post, the truck stopped. Priyadi went down and gave the keys to the house to those who were on guard.

"This sir, the key. Thank you for taking good care of my sister here. This is later for a coffee. We'll take care of it."

I noticed that the security men got up and formed their bodies to be ready as straight as they would be for the ceremony.

"Each commander. Thanks though. Goodbye. Good luck to the destination."

They simultaneously spoke to Priyadi's saying goodbye and slipped a piece of red money when handing the key to one of the security.

"Yes, Thanks. Aamiin YRA's."

Mas Priyadi turned around and arranged my position with my son.

"Wear the carrier. Sleep on."

He placed a pillow at the end of my elbow as the pedestal of Pertiwi's head. On the legs are also given pillows. I nodded following his directions. That way, Pertiwi position is safe and I can sleep well on the way.

Priyadi seemed to understand. He did not speak anymore, but focused on driving. Until I felt asleep. Every milk in the Pertiwi bottle is exhausted, the truck stops at the shoulder of the road. He made the milk, which I put in each bottle in the basket I put under my feet.

The truck drove back until I woke up when the big vehicle stopped but didn't walk again. I heard the sound of the steering door closing. While Mas Priyadi stood in front with his two friends were stretching his limbs.

Because the air temperature is different when the vehicle stops, make Pertiwi move because it feels uncomfortable. Then I lay him on a wide, padded truck seat. He fell asleep again. I put a pillow on the truck floor. Then slowly I went down.

Apparently, the truck stopped on the shoulder of the front road of the mosque. There were several men around and in the building. Not long after, the dawn adhan was heard from the mosque toa.

"Dev, you wait for Pertiwi. We will pray at dawn first. Change with you."

Mas Priyadi passed with his two colleagues entering the courtyard of the mosque.

I was standing at the side door of the truck near the fence. My daughter's still asleep. I'm trying to see HP. But there is still no notification of anything on the tiny smart thing.