Aksara For Arsyilla
Goa Cemara Beach

The couple who just sipped the sweetness of love, both smiled brightly. The two are inseparable from each other. Like envelopes with stamps attached to each other, without being able to separate.

“Kak, I became a laper deh,” said Arsyilla who rubbed her stomach that felt hungry.

Even his distended stomach rang, as a sign that he needed food to satiate himself again.

“Out of the hot-hot pop, you become a laper ya Honey,” seduce Aksara while laughing at his wife.

"Last night I ate a little too, sister, I was a laper deh," replied Arsyilla.

Not because of the hot activities wrapped in pleasure in the morning that makes Arsyilla hungry. But last night, he had not eaten much.

"Yes, dry your hair first. After this, we go to the restaurant for breakfast," Aksara replied.

The man then took a hair dryer from the top of the nightstand, and on his own initiative dried Arsyilla's wet hair. His fingers moved as if combing Arsyilla's hair that was still half wet. Arsyilla, who sat in front of the mirror, smiled at her husband's actions. Arsyilla was happy because Aksara treated her so well. The form of a husband's attention to a truly sincere wife. Aksara's face looked serious and kept trying to dry his wife's hair.

“Your hair is like the scent of vanilla deh, Honey,” Aksara said as she lowered her face to smell the scent of vanilla coming out of strands by strands of Arsyilla's hair.

“That's you Sister,” reply Arsyilla.

Of course, his hair became vanilla-flavored because his hair was wet when soaking in a bath up with a vanilla-flavored bath bomb. The character chuckled amusedly, the man then took a comb and castrated Arsyilla's hair.

“So want again,” say Aksara suddenly. The chirp that made Arsyilla throw both her eyes. Just now their struggle was over, and now Aksara wanted again. Of course, in the age of pregnancy that enters Trimester Two, of course Arsyilla will not be able to anymore.

“Capek Kak .. later Dedek Dizzy Baby can lava incandescent from his father continue,” reply Arsyilla.

The laughter broke again. The year of their marriage actually makes harmony between the two more closely.

“It's done ... it's beautiful. Now breakfast yuk ... I don't want you to faint from hunger,” Aksara reply.

The man stood up and held Arsyilla's hand towards the restaurant. Apparently at the restaurant, his parents had gathered first.

“For everyone,” greet Arsyilla who takes a seat beside Papa Radit's.

“Morning,” say Raditya family and Pradhana family together.

“Capek no Syilla?” asked Mother Kanaya to her daughter-in-law.

“No Mother .. Dedek Bayinya very good, I was not tired at all,” reply Arsyilla while rubbing her stomach.

“Eyang pinter's grandson means. Take a walk without fuss,” said Mama Khaira.

“We are today to Goa Cemara Beach yes Syilla,” said Papa Radit who already has an agenda to invite Aksara and Arsyilla to visit a beach in Bantul, Jogjakarta.

“Iya Pa,” reply Arsyilla.

The whole family enjoyed breakfast sharing their stories. Some tell of the experience in Jogja, some ask about the condition of Arsyilla, and also just a chat to strengthen the family between the two besan families.

By noon, Aksara again drove a car containing his family group to Goa Cemara Beach. The man was carrying his car at a moderate speed because it took into account Arsyilla who was pregnant. Travel approximately one hour taken by Aksara. Now they are almost at Goa Cemara Beach, the blue beach that blends with the South Sea as if presenting a beautiful scenery that makes them all want to enjoy the ocean on the south coast of Jogjakarta.

Once it had arrived, a row of Fir Trees greeted them. Presenting a different sensation for a trip to the beach. If usually, cypress trees are identical to mountains and highlands. On this beach, the number stands a number of cypress trees that are so beautiful.

“Iya Honey, precisely kayaking in the mountains yah?” balas Aksara's. “Be careful Honey, here's the way to me. Do not let your feet hit the roots of these trees,” said Aksara who warned his wife.

“Thank you Dad, so good anyway,” reply Arsyilla who did feel her husband who was so considerate to her.

Mama Khaira and Papa Radit also walked together. Papa Radit who is also loyal to hold the hand of his wife.

“Be careful, Ma,” said Papa Radit who seemed to lead Mama Khaira to follow her footsteps.

“Iya Mas,” sahut Mama Khaira.

“You called me, Mom? Tumben anyway, for decades you usually call me Papa?” papa Radit asked his wife.

In the past, when the first married Mama Khaira did call her husband with the call ‘Mas’, of course it was also because of the age of her husband who was several years older than her. However, after having Arsyilla and Arshaka, the call turned into ‘Papa’, because Mama Khaira also wanted to give an example to her two children to call her parents.

“Kecelosan Papa,” says Mama Khaira while laughing. He is indeed flippant. Feeling young again, until calling her husband with call ‘Mas’.

“Call once again dong, Ma .. kangen also called ‘Mas Radit’ with Mama,” he said this time.

“Tuh so the art. Mas Raditnya Khaira,” said Mama Khaira who smiled looking at her husband's face.

Age is no longer young, but see how the two can still be warm at his age. To share a love that never ends.

On the one hand, Mother Kanaya and Father Bhishma chose to sit and see the waves rolling, the blue of the ocean and the waves are the scenery enjoyed by Mother Kanaya and Father Bhishma.

“Ombaknya kenceng ya Yah,” said Mother Kanaya to her husband.

“Iya Bunda .. if you are looking for calm waves, in Batam ya Bun. Ajakin you take an afternoon walk in the Marine Park,” said Father Bhishma.

Apparently, the Bhishma Father also has his own memories. In the past, when he was still living in Batam and working in one of the Private Hospitals in the city, Father Bhishma had met Mother Kanaya in the Marine Bank Park in Harbour Bay, which is located in the area of Batam, Batams. The serene port and direct contact with Singapore. One of the places to see the sunset in Batam Island.

“Ke Barelang and Elyora Beach is also beautiful, Well,” reply Mother Kanaya.

One by one the beautiful places they had visited together in Batam also seemed to reappear in their memories. The Barelang bridge connects Batam, Rempang, and Galang islands. There is also Elyora Beach with its white sand, and the calm sea becomes a special attraction for Mother Kanaya and Father of Bhishma.

“True Mother .. decades have passed. So, miss the place we used to visit. Kangen is also not with the Bosphorus Sea in Turkey?” ask the Father of Bhishma to his wife.

Recalling the Bosphorus Sea, Mother Canaya's face bowed in embarrassment. Remembering how her husband who thought she was a widow, apparently at that time the Father of Bhishma knew that Mother Canaya was still a virgin. When the Father of Bhishma willingly and willingly accept Mother Kanaya including with her status is a widow, but precisely the Father of Bhishma hit the jackpot feel beautiful sip the nectar of love.

“Kangen Father .. only, now it is impossible to go there again,” reply Mother Kanaya.

“Can Mommy .. later if Dad has retired, we can have free time to walk together. We can travel around the world,” replied Father Bhishma.

The father of Bisma who works as a Doctor is also still productive, Mother Kanaya is also still the CEO of Jaya Corp. When both of them have retired later, they can enjoy the old days together.

“We also have to take care of our grandchildren, Father,” replied Mother Kanaya.

“True Mother .. enjoy the twilight day by being Opa and Oma. Playing with Thania and granddaughter of Arsyilla and Aksara later,” reply Father Bhishma.

In Goa Cemara Beach, there are many stories shared by the three couples. A love story that continues to frame all three. Bitter and sweet, hard and sad, as if sharing the love story of the three of them. The charm of the south sea coast with its beauty is a place for three couples of different generations that share their stories and stories.