Ballad First Wife
Meet Brother Salman

My scheduled departure to the capital has finally arrived. At Alan's suggestion, I took Ryan with me because there was nothing I could get Ryan at home. Since my words that decided to split, Mas Andre never came home. He didn't call me at all either. From his clothes in the closet that are getting smaller and longer, I know that when I work, he comes to take clothes little by little. Maybe he avoided the suspicions of the neighbors.

My usual sister-in-law I cheered on Ryan, turned out to be very busy. My sister went home to her husband's house. Actually he wanted to take Ryan, but I'm not good if Ryan be a burden later.

"Lan, isn't papa Ryan coming?" ask me while traveling to the airport.

"Yes. You're calm. I've arranged it." replied Alan casually.

"Originate? You mean later Ryan can also stay in the room with me?" tanyaku.

"Yes no. Is this a family vacation?" answer Alan.

"Then?How's Ryan going?" I'm curious about the intent of having it arranged.

"You remember Salman?" ask Alan. Whether the roar heard Salman's name, there was a subtle sigh in my heart. I'll be on highfar soon. Salman. A tall, handsome and dimpled figure flashed through my mind. Salman, my upperclassman is also Alan's best friend. Salman, who ended up marrying Elsa my close friend.

"Salman's Elsa's husband?" I pretended to try to remember.

"Yes. Salman is willing to look after Ryan as long as you are in the classroom. He's got a kid Ryan's age, Ryan sure likes."

"Elsa?" my many. "Did he agree?"

"It was precisely Elsa who enthusiastically took care of Ryan. He's very eager to meet you. He said there's something he wants to admit to you."

"Acknowledging what?" I asked while looking back at Ryan who was sleeping.

"Ask him not to me." Alan replied. I smiled faintly because I felt funny with Alan's answer and expression when I said it.

"Why smile, weird." Alan grumbled.

"No weird papa, important beautiful," I defended myself.

"Unfortunately so. You're weird but beautiful. Good again." Alan glanced at me. I was wrong, regretting my words. I turned my face outward. From the corner of my eye I can still catch a faint smile on Alan's lips.

"You're funny Ra" he said softly.

I just kept quiet about not commenting for fear of being mispronounced.

"Wake Ryan! We're going to the airport" Alan said.

Sure enough, we have entered the portal.entrance to the airport parking area. Alan stopped his car in front of the guard post. He opened the car window and received a piece of paper. Then he went back to running the mobik looking for a place to park. After a few rounds, I felt the car.stop.aq

I woke Ryan. Since I was sitting in the front seat, I twisted my body through the gap between my seat and Alan's seat so that my position was closer to Alan's body.

"Yan, wake up, son! We're here." I said as I stuck out my hand shaking Ryan's body.

"Wake up!" alan's voice woke Ryan up.

I saw Ryan wriggling and stabbing. He opened his eyes and asked, "We've arrived?"

I wonder why he asked Alan.

"Yes, we've arrived."

I heard Alan's voice so close. I looked over and it turned out that Alan was indeed very close. He turned his body to wake Ryan.

Our faces are very close. I became groggy. Soon I danced my body to sit back in my chair. But what happened, my head actually collided with Alan's handsome face.

"Aw..sick Ra!" yelled Alan while holding his nose.

"Sorry.sorry. You are." I said nervously.

Ryan looked at Alan's nose hit my head.

"Head of mom's hard, huh Om?" ask her while laughing.

"Yes to Yan. Your head is so hard. Nose dents." joked Alan.

"But mother's cheeks are soft om. Ryan's nose never hurts when your cheek is shaken" Ryan said. My eyes are breaking.

"Oh yeah?! When will you try." Alan replied. I looked at Alan with a sharp look, he just shrugged his shoulders guiltlessly. A sweet smile still adorned his lips.

"Let's get off!" bring Alan. He opened the car door and got down. I went downstairs and opened the back door to help Ryan. Alan took our things out of the trunk.

After checking in and getting a boarding pass, we went to the gate that led to our plane.

No need to wait long, boarding calls to go to the plane to reverberate a few moments after we checked in. We then got on the plane.

I was surprised when I found out the three of us were sitting in one chair.

"Ruan wants the one near the window" said Ruan directly occupying the place by the window. I'm in the middle and Alan's on the edge.

Ruan was so happy because this was his first experience boarding a plane. This was actually my first experience as well. Honestly, there was fear coming into my heart. Especially considering the news about the plane crash.

I took a deep breath to expel my fear.

"Why?" ask Alan. I glanced at him and smiled blandly. Without me noticing, Ruan juha was watching me.

"Mother don't be afraid. Here Ryan holds your mother's hand." Ruan held my left hand. "Om, hold the hand of the mother over there, let the mother not be afraid."

"Yes!" I scolded Ryan. At the same time I felt Alan's hand clasping tightly onto my palm. I turned my head and saw Alan looking at me with soft eyes and ah.

"Lan." I tried to pull my hand but Alan's grip was tight.

"Shhh!" the hardic.

"Mother isn't scared anymore, is she?" ask Ryan. I'm nodding. I felt the plane start moving. My fear is growing. I unconsciously squeezed Ryan and Alan's hands.

Ryan patted my hand that was within his grasp. As for Alan, he raised my hand and kissed her.

"Don't be afraid. There I am." whispered very gently. I closed my eyes not feeling Alan's tenderness. But because of the fear as the plane begins to take off and the longer it gets higher. When the plane started to stab and felt calm, I pulled my hand from Alan's grasp. But my efforts are in vain. Alan still held it tightly.

"Lan! Release!" lirih. But Alan didn't heed my request. He closed his eyes as if sleeping.

O Allah forgive the servant. If it's like this, how different I am from Mas Andre.my mind is sad.

I kept trying to pull my hand. But Alan, the stronger I pull my hand, the tighter he holds it. An idea came into my brain.

"Aw sick!" hisisku.

Sure enough, Alan reacted. Not just Alan, Ryan

"Mother why?"

"What's wrong with you, Ra?"

Alan and Ryan asked. Either because of his anxiety, Alan's grip loosened. As fast as lightning I pulled out my hand and smiled triumphantly as it succeeded. Then I used my right hand to shake Ryan's hair and said. "Mother is not papa."

"Ck!" I heard Alan screeching. I smiled but dared not look at it.

Forty-five minutes later, the plane began to land. I felt a tremor but not as scared as it was during takeoff. And when the plane stopped, I gave thanks and breathed a sigh of relief.

We got out of the plane to pick up our luggage and headed for the arrival door.

"That's Salma" Alan said as he waved his hand. I saw in the distance, a man in a white T-shirt and jens pants was replying to Alan. The closer, the clearer the face of the man I used to call Brother Salman. My chest rumbled as his handsome face and smile became clear. He is getting better looking by his maturity. I dare not look at it anymore.

"How are you" said Brother Salman, hugging Alan.

"How are you, Ra?" he greeted me after they finished hugging.

"Alhamdulillah good, brother." I replied groggy. Those eyes and his gaze were still the same. Tranquilize.

"Sister?! You still call this guy, brother?!" alan's comment heard my answer. I looked at the two men looking at me.

I was misbehaving. I could only smile in response to Alan's protest.

"This must be Ryan. Hey hotshot." Salman's brother greeted Ryan and stuck out his hand for the tos. Ryan replied tos Brother Salman.

"Elsa?" my many.

"He's at home waiting for you. Come on!"

The four of us left the airport.