Uta & Alber [EN]
150. End of Journey

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Uta returned home with a face not as happy as leaving. But with a shrewd he hid the scars of the tears that had shed soaked the cheeks. He put on a cheerful face before entering.

"Assalamualaik." Greetings Uta stood at the door, but there was no answer to her greeting.

As he opened the door, he had lined up several suitcases near the door. For a moment he looked at the suitcases. It felt like a dream when they had to leave this house.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Thank God the son of Mama has come home. Did you finish the pamitannya? It doesn't leak, does it?" Mama Celine said, apparently from the kitchen.

"Aman Mah." Uta replied that although in her heart she was sad again, her intention was not so she did.

"Yes, Uta get ready first. Bathing, new prayers and eating. In half an hour, Mr. Akbar Bu Nani's husband came to anter us to the port. Buruan gih son, let's not be late." He stroked the beautiful hair of Uta.

"Yes Mah." Uta answered and then went up to the top floor.

The girl is doing what the mother told her to do. Her sister Tama did the same. For the last time, the three of them ate at the dining table that decades of faithfully accompanied them.

After eating, while waiting to be picked up by Mr. Akbar, Tama took the initiative to record all corners of the house from the ends using his handycam. Uta's sister was indeed the more sentimental with this move. He was probably the most dropped when he was told he would move out today. Tama is sad to lose her friends. Moreover, Tama already has many friends in frequency here.

Finally, Mr. Akbar arrived. Bu Nani was also in the car. Before long, Mela, Ana and Heri came on two motorcycles, leaving Mamah Celine overwhelmed with her four loyal employees. Mamah Celine told them that they could take the abandoned kitchen utensils if they wanted to.

They can also take catering materials that have been purchased but have not been processed. Madam Celine had deliberately tidied it in several boxes, so it was ready to be transported directly. Mamah Celine showed me some cardboard boxes containing items she said to the four hardworking women.

After saying goodbye and leaving a message not to tell anyone, they immediately left. Only Mr. Akbar and his wife Bu Nani took the delivery. The journey takes approximately 45 minutes. Along the way they chatted casually with a cheerful topic, although sadness seemed to envelop the water face of Bu Nani. After all, he had worked for many years with Mamah Celine.

Until they separated when the Uta family entered the ship. Only tears prove the depth of the farewell wound. The ship slowly began to sail, leaving the harbor. Mr. Akbar and Bu Nani are getting more and more invisible. Jakarta is so wide slowly getting smaller, signifying the end of their journey in this city.

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Five years later .......

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"Send kamano?" [Send where?] Ask the boss who is focusing on looking at the financial statements.

"Duo-duonyo Banduang Uni." [Both Bandung kak.] Answer Kia back.

"Wak lah etoang, kito cukuik stock?" [You've counted, our stock is enough?] The boss stopped staring at the sheet of paper. He looked at Kia later.

"Union's Pikes." [So much sis.] Answer Kia for sure.

"Packing space is good." [Live packing then.] Answer the boss to Kia.

"Yo Uni Uta." [Yes, brother Uta.] Answer Kia. Feeling that he got the green light to send a large number of products by Uta, Kia also paid to immediately start packing orders that will be sent to Bandung.

Yes, the boss of Kia is Uta. Currently Uta is busy developing the business that he started five years ago. Never in his mind will he be able to open jobs for others. But in fact today, almost 50 people depend on his business.

Since five years ago, Uta began to pioneer his cookies business. Palm cheese cookies and cat tongue cookies more precisely. Starting from it, Mamah and Tama, until now he assisted almost 50 officers. Starting from only 1-2 jars sold, until now thousands of jars of cookies are sold every day.

He did not expect, cookies that he had considered just ordinary cookies made at home, now transformed into cookies favorite of many people. There are orders coming from Sabang to Merauke, all over Indonesia. Even the connoisseur of his cookies spread out of the country. Not infrequently they run out of stock, because the order that never stops. Justjust wonderful.

After what happened to him and his family, they had to lift their legs to save themselves. Leave everything they have pioneered in Jakarta and start over from scratch in a new place. God is giving even more. Much more and more, than they have relinquished. Allah is All-Good.

Connect .............

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NB: Minang language above, of course Author can be from mbah gugel. So sorry, if it's less than perfect or there's a mistake. The author happens to be no minang. But the author likes minang culture. Authors believe, for the love of different cultures and languages, there are certainly no boundaries. Culture and language cool minang. Onde mande rancak bana is the tree.

If there is a correction from friends, it is okay. The author gladly accepted it.

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