Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 109. Life is Like a Flowing Water Flow
Before long the plane circled over the city of Yogyakarta which was wrapped in the morning air that began to light up. Today is 05:30. Some of the passengers have completed the Fajr prayer on their respective benches.
They were told to install a seal belt. Akbar is already in Joko's lap. The baby did not cry as the plane shook slightly. The morning drizzle began their landing at the airport which was seen to start his busy life.
Ninuk helped Asti get things out of the cabin. Most of the large bags contain the needs of Akbar, stroller and by-by. Joko immediately used a front sling to take Akbar by holding his mother's hand to join the queue out of the plane.
" Thank God!"
The words were almost spoken by the entire congregation who felt a slight strain due to the unfriendly weather.
In the baggage line, they wait. Joko pulls a suitcase - a suitcase owned by his family assisted by Lek No. Bulek Ratih's face was still a bit pale despite having been given a glass of warm tea that Ninuk bought after they passed through several food and beverage outlets.
Some buses seemed to have been waiting for the arrival of their group outside the airport building. Ninuk pushed the suitcase with the big bag on his shoulder. So too with Asti. While Lek pushed two suitcases, his and his wife's.
The middle-aged man seemed excited as he helped the kernet and the travel clerk stuffed suitcases in the trunk of the bus. The Ninuk family suitcase looks different because it has been given a sticker and their nickname. They also got permission to be taken down first, because the house passed through the travel office, where the final group stopped there. Before being picked up or picked up by family members.
Similar activities were also carried out on the other two buses. Joko and Akbar chose to sit in front. Because the baby looked fresh after Asti changed Pampers, wiped his face and changed his clothes in the airport toilet. Although now only use shirts and long cotton pants, but Asti added warm clothes.
" We're home, Deck!" ledek Bu Haji Anissa who sat in the opposite seat, with Pak Haji Anwar. After finishing , the man led the prayer as well as congratulations and gratitude for using the services of his umrah travel office.
The journey has passed the road outside the city of Yogyakarta. Asti's eyes continued to look at all the greenery on the right and left sides of the road, from the bus window. There are rows of bamboo forests, a new expanse of rice fields as the harvest begins. Residential villages with houses that have their own characteristics. Until some factory buildings from the direction of Klaten road to Solo.
Seen the road to the north outside the city of Solo began to be very familiar, the direction of the road back to his home. Some groups will be dropped off on the travel office page. But Lek No had arranged his family's suitcases somewhat on the edge so it was easy to take. They'll go down directly in front of the shophouse.
Sure enough, the bus began to lead to a junction of three after passing through a largest SPBU in the area. Shortly visible from the side of the road on the left, there are rows of two and three-story buildings, 'Ayu Sulaksmi Niaga' shops'. The bus moved slowly entering the entrance to the path of the shophouse which was wide enough, on the side of the highway.
The arrival of the tour bus in front of the shophouse attracted the attention of people around him including Mas Yanto.
The man was stunned when the front door of the bus opened. In addition to the kenek that came down, before long Joko came down to ride Akbar.
The man immediately hugged his relative. Shortly followed by the decline of Asti, Ninuk, Bulek Ratih and Lek No. Bus luggage door opened. Aided by Yanto and the bus kernet, they lifted four large suitcases and two leather bags belonging to the family.
Akbar's belongings have also been dropped near the tent stall table. Joko slipped a piece of fifty thousand for the kernet. Because it is always light-handed arrange the suitcase and luggage belongs to his family. On the bus, the Lek No Family group was the most numerous member, five adults and one baby. Because most who participate in their umrah groups are usually married couples or children and parents only.
Mr. Spirit ran - ran around the shophouse to open the side gate. Before long the man showed up with Bu Jum. In an instant Akbar was already in his arms. The woman was crying out of longing, also happy to see their arrival. They all look healthy even when they look tired.
They said goodbye before getting off the bus. Now the big bus started to leave the shop yard, turning towards the East. The final destination, namely the travel office owned by Pak Haji Anwar.
Her house that morning, which smelled a bit of orange scent from the floor cleaning fluid, splashed all over the room, making her all kangen.
After more than twelve days they always smell exotic Middle Eastern fragrances. The sharp fragrance of a mixture of spices and flowers from the hotel room, places of worship, to the rows of shops and malls. Not to mention the moist desert air because it is winter.
At the table, there was a pile of food that became the ration of the plane passengers. Maybe Bulek Ratih or Lek No ration for not liking breakfast in the form of burgers or sandwiches provided by flight attendants early this morning. So they put the food in a bag and took it home.
Bu Jum, Mr. Rob and Mas Yanto tried one by one typical Western food. Even Bulek prefer their lunch menu at this time, in the form of rice with clear vegetable spinach, side dishes tempe fried and soy sauce sambel.
" Mommy Jum is an invitation for us?" ask Asti. There on the table in his room were four envelopes of the same invitation with different names of people invited. There is for husband - wife Sarno Winangun, Joko, Ninuk also Asti.
" Yes, Ma'am. Yesterday the ma'am Kirana, the employee of Bu Haji Anissa who guards the boutique in the shophouse."
" Why put it on my room table, Ma'am Jum?"
Bu Jum's eyes suddenly dimmed. " That's Almira's wedding invitation... Mas Joko has not moved on if he receives a wedding invitation from her..."
Unknowingly, Asti punched her forehead. " Yes, right . Ma'am Jum! Thank ye. Good thing to keep here. Later if the reception time is less than two days or three days, then we give all these invitations..."
Immediately put the four invitation envelopes into her dresser drawer. May Joko be given strength and guidance after her return from her umrah. In order to accept the woman's dream her heart has been betrothed by another man.
After getting enough rest, they began to open the suitcases. Most of the contents of Bulek Ratih's suitcase are Akbar's clothes. While Koper Joko is full of souvenirs in the form of prayer rugs, veils and hajj peci. The plan is by-then he will give it to the person who works to help him in the rice field.
All dirty clothes belonging to Joko and Lek No will be taken to the laundry near the city. Because the dirty clothes belong to Akbar and the women are few and can be washed in the washing machine in this house.
Before long, Mas Aidil, the husband of Ms. Kirana brought an order from Asti. There are 50 bags of zamzam water in a small bottle and some candy and nuts typical of Arab soil to be packed in transparent plastics for neighbors.
Ahead of Ashar, Joko had issued Asti's car for his parents along with two suitcases and 25 packs of soap, from Asti's order package.
Now Asti has asked Mr. Rob for help to distribute the remaining package bags to neighbors on the right and left in this house.
For shop clerks, Asti bought a veil, as well as prayer mats with their names written. As for shop owners, Asti buys various foods in the form of candy and cakes in the form of nuts and table decorations.
Ninuk is still allowed to go to college for the next two days. So he intended to rest at Asti sat's house. After carrying out the journey of Umrah that is quite exhausting, but full of meaning in one's religious life.