Antara Darah dan Hati: Dream Reality English Translation

Chapter 21 Part 4 "Muhamed Goes Home"

POV Karim

I was playing Playstation with Muhamed, playing car racing game with him to spend the remaining time before my parents and I took him to the airport because he was going back to the Netherlands. Well, it looks like he brought home a souvenir that will last a lifetime, the wound from being hit by a hot full metal jacket bullet that tore through his right forearm. Heheh, damn I think I have a debt to Muhamed that I can never repay.

The car we used in the game sped forward through various corners in the lane that is determined by the game's system and because I had already won in the previous round, when the car that each of us were using almost reached the finish line and bumped against each other I slowed down the car that I use, letting Muhamed win this round's race.

"Ha! What did I tell you?! When you win it was just luck!" he told me excitedly.

"Well, I guess even when I'm playing video games, all I can rely is luck alone, eheheh." I answered him with a chuckle.

Then I heard my father calling our names from downstairs, asking us to prepare ourselves because they were ready to take Muhamed to the airport.

"Karim, Muhamed! It's nine o'clock, let's go!"

"Yes!" we both answered his call as loudly as we can.

Then I turned off the Playstation we were using then I put on my parka jacket while Muhamed put on his hoodie and carried his backpack then we came out of our room, went downstairs, put the suitcase containing Muhamed's clothes into the trunk of the car and closed it, then Muhamed entered the car while I locked the door and the gate of my house and then got in to the car.

The car started moving forward, continuing to drive through the hustle and bustle of the city and the sparkling lights of the city buildings at night until we finally arrived at the airport terminal for the international departure. My father drove the car to the parking lot then parked the car. Muhamed and I got out of the car unloading his suitcase while my father and mother waited in the car and asked me to take Muhamed to the inside of the airport.

Muhamed and I walked into the international departure terminal then we stopped around the luggage checking desk then I looked at Muhamed's face then I gave him a smile, I extended my fist to him, wanted to bro-fist him then he smiled back at me, stretched out his fist too, bumped his fist on to my fist from the front, above and below then we held our right hands to each other's hand and hit our shoulders against our chests and patted each of us on the back then we let go of our handshake and I said my goodbyes to him.

"Thank you, Muhamed, forgive me and my parents because from all the souvenirs that we can give you, the most memorable one seems to be the scar from the bullet that tore through your right forearm."

"Ah, that's fine. You saved me when I was kidnapped at the candlelight vigil a few months ago so let's just say we're even." he said in response to my thanks, then there was a sound of an announcement regarding the departure schedule for the flight number that was written on Muhamed's plane ticket so I finished my farewell sentence to him.

"I hope you don't feel any trauma because of staying here and I hope you make it home safely."

"Amiin, thank you for your prayers, Karim, don't worry, I'll be back, I'm studying here so of course I have to return here and finish my studies. Well, I suppose it's time for me to go inside the passangers's waiting room. Mugi kita patepang deui (I hope we'll meet again soon), assalamualaikum." he replied back to me and said until we meet again in the language of my father's tribe, Sundanese.

"Eheheh, eunya kang Muhamed (yes, brother Muhamed), Insha Allah, aamiin, waalaikumussalaam." I replied with a little laugh.

Then he turned around, walked while pulling his suitcase away from where I was standing towards the luggage checking desk. I turned my body then walked out of the international departure terminal back to the car and got into it and with my parents returned to our residence. Heh, it looks like my bedroom will feel lonely for the next one to two months.