Horizon
Episode 102's

I have to apologize first.

But the problem is I can't contact Kendra if she doesn't call me first. Communications at the camp are restricted. Only at certain times can they give news to families in the country. I've been waiting for a call from Kendra these days. I even asked Satriya to find a way so I could call Kendra first. But the result is nil.

Wh why?

Is Kendra really mad at me? Was I outrageous then?

I want to apologize, I want to solve all these misunderstandings. Yeah, I was wrong. Wrong big. At that time I was tired, and so was my husband. As a result, we both argue and end up silencing each other.

If Satriya had not spoken at length about the burden she had been carrying as the son-in-law of Mr. Major General, maybe until now I was still selfish. Like any spoiled woman in general, I am too demanding that Mas's husband should be there for me whenever needed, demanding he understand all my desires, and demanding he be my perfect version of husband.

Without me realizing it, I myself made the perfection of the man flawed. He who once shone so brightly with his own hard-earned results must now live in the shadow of the greatness of my parents name. He who used to serve because of his own passion must now pursue expectations. Very high expectations.

His rank of Intermediate Officer was certainly still far below the Two-Star greatness mark that was draped in Papa's uniform. It was inconceivable how the man should withstand the talk around him because of the social strata gap. And only now do I realize the reason behind his training every time he comes home from work, the records of his vision for the future career that I often find in his desk drawer, his desk, and the timeless calls he always answered aloud. It's all for one reason. And that reason has to do with me.

"Hello.." Kendra's warming up the phone. "Where?.. Who else is picket?... Still patrol?... Well, that's it I'm going there now" the man ruffled the closet looking for his green uniform.

"Which.." from my tone of speech I certainly feel disappointed. How not? My husband should be on holiday today. The day coincides with our anniversary date. Coming home from evening service, I shop at the traditional market, mix spices to cook since the afternoon, and wrestle in the kitchen to serve special dishes for Mas husband. Not an ordinary cook, I deliberately cook big because today is a special day. But ill-fated, not tucked the goods a little, he's already willing to glide.

"It's me cooking" my eyes full of disappointment. "You want to go?"

"So soon, I'll be back again" classic reason as usual.

Before stepping outside, I held his hand, "Should you go over there? Is there nothing else? Are you taking another holiday?"

Slowly, my hands lowered, "Yes how else. His name needs help too"