Horizon
Epilogue 2

I remember the first time I came here with Kendra. It used to be so, when we were not legal to be husband and wife. Kendra suddenly pushed me out. I don't know about Mama's grave. He said he wanted a pilgrimage and asked for permission to marry his only daughter.

After all these years, we're back. This time taped super nosy little dedek whose job is running around while seducing the girl next door. Fortunately, on the trip was a bobok dedek. So be safe. Can't imagine if the grandpa isn't boobok. The tombstone could be the ball goal later.

The mood is still the same. The grass is neat. The ruins of white frangipani flowers covered a small street that was a bit muddy due to last night's rain. There, right around the corner, Mama rested for the last time. But this time, he's not alone. There was Papa beside him who was now accompanying. Yes, Papa. The greatest warrior ever. Falling on his last battlefield. For the sake of bringing home half a child's breath just puppet.

"Assalamualaikum Home.. Mah" me and Kendra took turns to say hello. I don't think the year went so fast. Still remembering the day I saw him for the last time, looking very handsome with red and white on his chest. I'm used to Papa's absence because he's always busy at work. I'm used to waiting for Papa to come home. We have to wait in uncertainty.

But, even until now I was not used to the fact that Papa would never come home. Even more terrifying, my memory of the rays on Papa's face had already begun to fade. His voice began to sound vague. As I grow older, the memory of us erodes little by little. But one thing is for sure, he was always in this heart, never to be restrained by anything.

Warm fingers touch my cheeks that have been wet by tears ever since. I looked, found my companion smiling warmly. One hand was busy carrying our son, and the other now grabbed my head to rest on his sturdy shoulder.

Kendra doesn't like me crying. He would have cursed himself if he saw me cry. Therefore, I quickly removed the tear marks on the cheeks.

"I'm not crying" I try to show a thin smile at the corner of my lips.

"No papa if you want to cry. My shoulder is always there for you" he comforted me with a small peck on my forehead.

Crossing destiny with this man is a miracle. The man who made me the happiest woman in the world. The man with all his soul and body kept my smile.

Really am.. God is Most Fair. When He took Papa from me, He gave Kendra in lieu of his duty. Being my soldier, a valiant knight who never tired of holding back the waves that hit my path. Like the horizon line at the horizon point, quietly supporting the sky, do not fall to the earth. Stand there, always there without anyone noticing.

I knit both eyebrows.

"Every day you fall in love and fall in love again. How did my thinking not change? But this feeling is getting bigger and bigger. Until I drowned in it, without being able to find a way out."

"Who doesn't even like seeing me cry?" the question I always wanted to know the answer to.

Kendra smiled thinly. Then his eyes looked at me, met my greetings with my net, and without a word I could already feel the sincerity that radiated from his heart, "How could I let a girl who was so guarded by her father shed tears? I'm an old man too. I can feel it now. No matter how sharp the blade that leads to you, Papa you sacrifice all the soul of his body to become a fortress, so that the knives do not scratch you in the least. And now, I'm the one who has the most potential to hurt you, and the one responsible for giving you happiness. If even a single tear of your sorrow falls, then I fail, keeping the sacred vow between me and your father on our wedding day. I'm not gonna let that happen. The little princess his father always cared for, should stay happy, no matter what"

I could feel the gentle rubbing of his hand on my hair, "You are the glorious creation of God. Heaven is placed not on your head, not on your shoulders, but under your feet. That means you are more glorious than heaven itself. How can I let my children's heaven hurt?"

That phrase got me into Kendra's arms. A hug that gives me comfort. A hug that gives me a sense of security. A hug that felt as warm as a hug many years ago, when I was a child, was still helpless and afraid of the world. If the one who hugged me at that time was Papa, the man who woke me up the fortress of the cruel world, then this time I was in Kendra's arms. The man who connected Papa's love and struggle for me, so as not to wither and be cut off, lest the fortress that sheltered me from the world collapse and be destroyed. He was my soldier, my knight, who always fought for a smile on my lips.

My husband, you gave me the earth to stand on, and the sky for me to take. And now I will be your horizon, which is always there, between your sweat and your fatigue, between your sorrow and your happiness, between your day and night, between your earth and your sky, to accompany you and always accompany you.

I pledge.

This is the promise of a soldier's daughter.