Capítulo 2: Home

Arriving at the parking lot, Wijaya immediately found his very familiar motorbike right in front of his eyes.

He still clearly remembers the history of this motorbike, there is pain and sadness mixed with feelings of joy that become one in Wijaya's heart.

After his father died, due to economic difficulties he and his family were forced to sell the motorbike, which was his father's first and favorite motorbike.

At that time, Wijaya could not raise his head as a man, because he failed to defend his father's valuable legacy.

Even though he knows that maybe in the eyes of other people this motorbike is very ordinary, for him this is a motorbike that is very valuable and full of memories.

Produced in 2003 by a large Japanese automotive company, this 4-stroke motorbike which has a stable engine is a second-hand motorbike that his father and mother bought in 2005.

Thinking back to the age of this motorbike, Wijaya felt that time was running so fast, with the body not being smooth and performance having decreased by 30%. Wijaya realized that this motorbike was already 8 years old.

It has served and lived in their family for more than 6 years, and this is considered to be a motorbike that is old enough.

Even though it can still be maintained for up to 10 years, it is clear that without good maintenance and adequate spare parts this is impossible.

"Nice to meet you again, Va, now we can ride together again home" Wijaya spoke to his motorbike, nicknamed Va.

He is still very clear, Va has been very beneficial to him and his family because his work and school matters are covered by this motorbike.

It takes almost 1 hour by motorbike to get to his house, and this is done at a speed of 40/50 km/hour.

As for why Wijaya didn't drive it faster, this was hampered by the performance of his motorbike, which couldn't run too fast and would feel uncomfortable if it ran more than 50 km/hour.

Apart from that, the road to his house has many intersections and traffic lights, not to mention the large flow of vehicles because this is one of the main roads connecting the Capital and the city where Wijaya lives.

For the record, Wijaya lived in a neighboring city to the capital of the Patih Kingdom. Which is about 20 km away, and the town where he lives is called Detos.

A satellite city inhabited by more than 1 million city residents, and is a connecting city between two large provinces in the Patih Kingdom.

So of course the traffic is very congested during peak hours such as when entering and leaving the office.

In the end, Wijaya who had traveled almost 1 hour, arrived at the entrance to his house. Seeing the condition of the road and the surrounding environment, Wijaya felt very nostalgic.

He, who was given the opportunity to return to 2011, felt very lucky and happy.

The road to the housing complex where he currently lives is still a community self-supporting road, built using private funds from the community.

So the quality was still not good, Wijaya still remembers that the road was only smooth for more than 1 year, the rest of the time it was damaged and had holes in it due to poor road construction materials.

As well as inappropriate planning, resulting in the road not being durable.

Moreover, the funds donated by residents are clearly still insufficient if we have to make the road good.

And if he remembers correctly, it was only 10 years later that this road turned into a strong concrete road 15 cm thick, which was built using government funds.

The distance of Wijaya's house from the main road is around 100 M so he doesn't need to drive long to get there.

In the distance, he saw a simple 100 m² green house with a visible fence.

And inside the fence, you can also see a small basic food stall with a cart of food typical of the Patih Kingdom visible.

Parking the motorbike on the small inner terrace behind the fence, Wijaya who had arrived home, had mixed feelings in his heart.

When he remembers the faces of his parents who will definitely be younger than in the future, especially when he imagines being able to look at the face of his father who he hasn't seen for a long time.

For some reason, Wijaya felt very moved.

He couldn't help but immediately entered the house, and there he was right in the living room.

The figure of a man in his early 40s appears to be preparing his merchandise.

His face is gentle but serious, and his body is a little fat but not overly, with black hair in a side style. The man wearing shorts and a t-shirt is Wijaya's father.

Mr. Prabu...." Father.... Wijaya rushed to his father and hugged his father tightly.

Feeling shocked and surprised by the child's behavior, Wijaya's father, namely Pak Prabu, then said.

"What's wrong Jay???" Ask the father (Jay is Wijaya's nickname at home, by his parents and close friends)

"No...I'm just happy to be able to meet my father," Wijaya answered back with mixed and moved feelings.

After so many years, he can now hug his father's warm body again, and listen to his worried feelings for him.

"Then have lunch immediately, your mother cooked this morning," his father told Wijaya to eat lunch immediately.

He knew that his son Wijaya was used to having lunch at home, if he had the chance.

It's not without reason that this happens, because tuition fees are high and pocket money is small. Sometimes in order to save money, Wijaya endures hunger and chooses to go home for lunch.

(Of course, this is if he goes to college in the morning and comes home at 12 noon)

"Okay father, I'll change clothes first," said Wijaya then went into his room. The house is not spacious but has 3 rooms with a living room and a kitchen and an extended dining room. On the other hand, there is also a bathroom at the back of the house. .

Seeing that his room was still the same as before, when he was at college, once again Wijaya felt that he was very happy because he could return to his youth.

This room, which only has an area of 4x4 M, although small, is quite comfortable.

There is a floor mattress with a cupboard and a small table containing his college books, on the other hand there is a tube TV installed in his room.

Lying on his bed, Wijaya recalled the past which was like a film playing in his memory.

For a while he seemed to be absorbed by the memory and finally stopped at one point.

(Now I'm back.....bad luck must be rewritten, don't let the same thing happen again.....cunning businessmen, shameless Relative, rotten-hearted friends and unfaithful women, wait I will change everything and dump you!!!) a determination now burned in Wijaya's heart.