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Space steadied itself and then moved down from the car. Sure enough as soon as he set foot on the asphalt, the news seekers immediately stood up and approached him. The sky greeted them with a wide-spread smile. He is already very familiar with the questions that will be posed by the media.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Space."

"Good afternoon" said Angkasa as he continued to walk slowly. The media crew accompanied his steps on the left right while pointing the camera at his face.

"How are you, sir?"

"good. It should always be good." The smile of space is getting wider.

"Away alone, sir?" one of the female reporters gave a question in a seductive tone.

"A lot of people like this are alone." Space joked as he pointed at the reporters who were immediately greeted with their laughter.

"Perhaps there's something you want to work with, sir?"

"Well, I'll take Mas Wito." Angkasa grabbed the wrist of a journalist he often met.

The reporters again laughed loudly to attract the attention of the invited guests. The atmosphere of grief is no longer visible even though this afternoon's event to remember Debby who was not there five years ago.

This afternoon's event is more like an invitation to dinner than a prayer for Debby who's gone.

"Is there anything to say, Mr Angkasa about this afternoon's event?"

Angkasa seemed to think for a while and replied, "What I want to convey is the same as three, two and a year ago. You can quote from there."

Space walked into the house leaving the media crew chuckling while shaking their heads. They actually also already know the answer to Angkasa, the question is just a formality or happiness if there is good news that can be raised.

"Assalamualaikum," said Angkasa as soon as entering the living room that has been crowded by guests and family from the late wife.

"Waalaikumsalam," the guests replied with a friendly smile. Only the guests smile, the rest of Debby's relatives only give a thin smile just.

"Sit here, Son of Space." One of Debby's family acquaintances gave her an opening to sit with him in the room.

"Have you the same greeting, Mother?" whispered the man.

"It was in the tomb."

"It's been five years yeah, it doesn't feel."

"Yes." Yeah." Space chimed in. He was a little reluctant to discuss the past, because discussing it was the same as judging him repeatedly.

"Debby and prospective children of Mr. Angkasa must have been happy there, he would have been sad if he saw Nak Angkasa who still continues to feel guilty." Space began to turn to look at the man whose hair had started to whiten all that.

"I did make a mistake that day, sir."

"Right, it's true but not intentional to?"

"Yes certainly not, sir."

"Well, don't keep feeling down. It's not good." The man patted Space's knees in agitation.

"Yes, sir, I'm not getting any worse."

"Repent is mandatory, but if you lament continuously it is also not good. Poor Mba Debby. It may be a fate, who can avoid it when it is." Space just nodded its head.

"36years."

"Any candidate?" The old man's question made the mineral water he sucked stuck in the esophagus, "Him it was just using coughs. Don't be shy." The man chuckled, glad to have guessed something right.

"Not yet, sir" said Angkasa as he cleaned drinking water that spilled partially on the carpet.

"Ah, mosok. There are no candidates yet, 'you may not want anyone. Do you want to find someone like Debby? No one in this world is exactly the same, don't mostly remember age." The man hit Space's leg again.

"Just pray in the near future, sir." Space is trying to end this dangerous conversation. If the longer served by the old man will take it deeper, not because he does not want to admit, but the place alone is not right.

"Well, right by my estimation, Nak Angkasa wants to end his youth." The old man's voice suddenly enlarged making his eyes fester. Sure enough some heads had already started to look towards them. Apparently the answer was interpreted differently by Debby's family acquaintance.

"Who, Asa?"

"Who do you want to marry? Why hasn't Mba Zul seen the news?"

"Bring here, we'd like to know."

"Don't choose Asa wrongly, you're being used wrongly."

"Well, if you're married forget us."

Guests, mostly relatives of Debby, began to respond, some even began to move closer to wanting to dig deeper into the news they had accidentally heard.

"No, it's not like that." Space clenched both of his palms. He began to panic when his former in-laws came out from inside with probing eyes.

"Well, don't worry, kid. The good news should not be covered up, if you say yes. Later we all help prayer and control until it is legal in the guarantee." The old man was getting excited about spreading the news that he himself was actually just second-guessing.

"Would you marry again?" asked Ms. Ida, Debby's mother with a questioning look.

Not yet the mouth of Angkasa replied, the old man applies as his spokesman, "Yes ga nothing anyway, Bu his name is fitrah man was in pairs. It's only natural that Nak Angkasa is looking for a companion to accompany him later in his twilight years."

"Who?" Kening Bu Ida linked, it is clear that the woman of the age of completion did not like this news.

"We have already started praying. It will be discussed later." Debby's sister mediates.

Throughout the event, Bu Ida looks restless while rubbing her eyes. Occasionally his clenched hands squeezed the long robe that covered his feet. As the event neared its end, representatives of the Debby family were about to give Angkasa a loudspeaker to say a few words as Debby's closest person. But Bu Ida directly grabbed the speaker while staring fiercely at her former daughter-in-law.

"He is no longer part of this family. You've killed my son and grandson-in-law, and then it's so easy to find someone new to replace my son. I'm not sincere!" Ms. Ida spoke loudly using a loudspeaker to attract the attention of news seekers who were still waiting outside the house.

"Mrs Ida, who is patient. This is not necessarily true either."

"Don't do it, Mom, take pity on Debby."

Mother Ida who cried and mourned her late daughter without turning off the loudspeakers, making the atmosphere more boisterous. Some people approached and calmed Mother Ida, some gave her a drink and rubbed her back.

Angkasa's heart shriveled to see his former in-laws sitting limp with a photo of Debby in his arms. He looked at the face in the portrait. Debby's shady smile that during the year of their marriage, never receded even though she often acted arbitrarily.

'Am I wrong, Deb, if I love someone else? Did I betray you? Can I give a little of my heart to her? He's not the same as you, I've never compared you to him. You and him are different. I love her differently when I love you. May I ask for your blessing, Debby Maharani?'

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