Dream Smile
Episode 23

I calmed down as much as possible, wiped my tears and also fixed a little bit of my appearance while still on the bus to a Mall where I made a deal with Mr. Akram.

But my face was still faint when I saw it reflected in the small mirror I was holding.

I grunt. 'This is all because of Zahra, if only he did not use the drama show whining and crying to come would not be like this, ' I murmured inwardly.

Realizing I'll get to my destination, I immediately put a mirror and a small comb into the bag and then moved from my seat to the exit where there was a conductor who would help open the door shortly after the bus stopped at the stop.

By the time I got off the bus I had the clock on my wrist, it was already showing at one o'clock in the afternoon and meant I was already late from the appointment time. Soon I got my phone from inside the bag which in fact had some messages from him.

Without opening the message I also dialed the number, it did not take long my phone call has now been connected.

"Where is my father?" ask after answering her greeting. But hearing the answer I was so shocked because Mr. Akram said he was not here.

Of course it makes me feel very disappointed and after Pak Akram explained he was now at Adi Soemarno Solo Airport, and the thing that makes me sad is that he asked me to come to this place just to say goodbye to me because this is his last day to stay here.

"Mr, may I come there?" I asked with a barely shaking voice, Mr. Akram also told the plane would leave in forty-five minutes and as soon as the phone connection was closed I looked for an online motorcycle taxi that happened to be not far from where I was standing.

"Sir to the airport," I said after approaching Mr. ojek online and turn on my application, after which I could only receive a helmet from him.

During the journey my heart felt not so calm, I was afraid the time could not be overtaken. I repeatedly asked Mr. Ojol to ride his motorcycle at high speed. But yes that's how a crowded highway as well as red lights that repeatedly light up make the motorbike we drive stops repeatedly. Suddenly it makes me powerless to grumble and panic.

Arriving at the airport building, I immediately ran in not caring for the people who looked at me confused about my actions who had run away to find the figure of someone I feared I could not meet again in the future.

That is, with a sense of confidence when people I know very well are now seen almost entering the airport terminal waiting in line for ticket checks and loudly I also speak.

"Sir Akram!" I shouted trying to dispel the breath of the sting due to the act of running earlier and lucky now the step stopped, not only was he the people around him turned to look at me.

With my tears gone I stepped towards him as well as Mr. Akram with a smile that expands from his lips he started walking towards me.

I who was standing in front of him now was not able to cry until sobbing but different things precisely Mr. Akram did, he chuckled with his hand stalling stroking my head.

"Why this?" said ask.

"Why did you just leave?" instead of answering his question, I now whine sadly because he who will come home suddenly, did not tell me before.

Mr. Akram scratched his temple then said, "My training period here has run out and I have to return to accept the task in the previous place."

"Where?" I looked up at him with glassy eyes.

"Hotel Wijaya in Jakarta," he said smiling knots.

Mr. Akram thinned his lips and nodded slightly hesitantly and said, "I try to visit here because many friends who are like close relatives have even considered family."

I nodded and now Mr. Akram patted me on the shoulder and said, "Including you, you already consider you like your own brother to me. And I didn't expect it until you cried for me." His words with stalling hands erased the trace of the remaining tears on my cheeks.

"Pak—," I said feeling stuck in my throat. Just a sister, my inner.

"Yes" he said, raising his next eyebrow.

I who did not speak now Mr. Akram was heard sighing. "This must mean for you, I also feel the same," he said later.

"Be aware there is also a meeting of separation, hopefully in the future we can meet again in better condition. Listen up!" he said he cupped my face to look back at her.

"If we get reunited, you want to see you get better. Take care of yourself, study diligently and achieve your goals," said Mr. Akram advised and I also nodded his words.

Mr. Akram began to rewind his steps, opened the backpack he was carrying and then took something out from inside. Then after that, I stretched out to me.

"What is this, sir" I said, looking at the motor key from his hand.

Mr. Akram pulled the corner of his lips then pulled my hand and held the key of his motorbike in my hand. "I'm sure you're the one who needs it more" he said with a smile.

"I didn't sell my bike on purpose, because it's for you. You need it more. Remember my message, take care of yourself and do not go home too late," he explained then Pak Akram glanced at the clock on his wrist.

"It's time I left. I will send the address of my boarding place to your phone, for you can later take the motor. Studying diligently and always a child pride parents," he said but instead made my mouth throbbing want to cry again.

"Have not cried, added rubbing," he said and instead made me not strong enough to hold back the crying until Mr. Akram pulled me to embrace him.

Mr. Akram patted me on the back gently, and I tried to control myself because I realized Mr. Akram didn't have much time left here. Repeatedly the information officer has announced the plane with the purpose of the flight to Jakarta will soon depart and the passengers are welcome to immediately prepare so as not to miss the plane.

After my cry subsided now Mr. Akram and I withdrew until the distance between us was created.

"Father be careful on the road" I said, and that was all I could say because it was obvious that he only thought of me as a brother and obviously nothing more.

Mr. Akram nodded. "You too" he said again stroking my head gently. "Then I go first" he said afterwards and I answered him with a nod with tears.

Mr. Akram waved his hand and I replied that way, until now his back was no longer able to be seen by me.

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