New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
Land drunk

“Ladies and gentlemen. We will be taking off shortly. Please make sure that your seat belt is securely fastened. Thank you.”

The announcement from the flight attendants echoed in the cabin, and the plane began to walk on the runway. The cabin crew also sat in their seats after making sure the passengers were ready to depart.

“Honored passengers, takeoff time is near. Make sure your seat belt is perfectly fastened. Thank you.”

The safety notice was spun again, this time repeated in Bahasa Indonesia.

The warm words of the sweet voice even sounded like a bitter farewell sentence to Gus Hasan who had been troubled since the beginning of his seat.

The heart rate that had been unstable since then seemed to stop when the fuselage shook and actually began to float in the air.

The appearance of the city of Yogyakarta where his birth was getting smaller in disguise air. The city that once brought him knows love as well as wounds.

“Goodbye Aisha, may we always be happy even though we are not together.”

Forgetting you is not easy for me

Then let this wound accompany deserted in the heart

Hopefully the pain will wipe you out over the day

And may disappointment be able to melt the love that ever existed

~Fajrurraihan~ 

***

The time is still showing at nine in the morning when the car driven by Azka arrived in the basement of the largest mall in Surabaya. As Azka said that he wanted to take advantage of his day off to play with Rafa.

Azka and Karina walked side by side towards the entrance that was in front of her with Rafa being in the baby stroller that Karina was pushing, they looked more like a harmonious little family.

“We go directly to the playground only?” asked Karina when they reached the main floor.

“Who wants to play?” Azka who heard Karina's request frowned confusedly.

“We are,” Karina replied as she walked ahead of Azka towards the Arena playing upstairs.

Karina who had already started to enter the elevator, immediately pulled the arm of Azka who looked still in place.

Azka only rubbed her face rough before finally resignedly following Karina into the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and other visitors who participated in their elevator group immediately came out when the elevator floor button was at number two.

But Karina and Azka still remained unmoved in place, indicating their destination was not on the floor.

Once again the elevator clinks open, delivering them to a large room with a license

‘Timezone’ is filled with various kinds of game rides and looks crowded with visitors.

“First, we're not kids. Second, we are not labile teenagers. And third, I do not want to follow you if only to embarrass me with your strange desire,” said Azka stopped Karina who was very enthusiastic while pushing stroller Rafa.

Karina stepped back, approaching Azka.

“First, this is not just my wish, but Rafa's social spirit also needs to be developed. Second, it's not as embarrassing as you think!” answer Karina ketus.

“Honey, Rafa want to play which hem?” asked Karina who was already crouching in front of the stroller Rafa, align her height with the baby carriage in front of her, who was asked to just squirm her body while occasionally her hands pointed at something.

Rafa's age is only one year, it's only natural that he can't talk.

“Ayo Rafa play together yes same doctor,” continued Karina immediately pushed stroller Rafa, leaving Azka pecking in place.

Karina immediately headed to the front of the cashier to buy a card containing the balance as a means of exchanging games.

As Karina had expected, this ride was really fun. Even he was unceasingly laughing at Rafa's reaction which also seemed preoccupied.

From a distance, Azka just shook her head looking at Karina's truly magical behavior in her eyes. And it looks like Rafa is also very comfortable with him.

***

The journey of Yogyakarta – Surabaya which takes up to five to six hours is not at all felt for a pair of newlyweds who are both drunk with romance, he said, who else if not Faris and Aisha who are on their way home from the pesantren Pakde and Bukdenya.

After passing through the welcome monument of the city of Surabaya, suddenly Aisha felt her stomach was not good, maybe because the moon was coming, she thought.

He tried to shift the pain in his stomach by looking at the window to enjoy the scenery. But nil, the nausea really does not go away.

Cold sweat began to be printed clearly on his forehead, the coolant in the car as if there was no effect. The smell of fragrances in the car also actually adds to the bad feeling of nausea.

“Why baby?” asked Faris who was aware of his wife's unease.

Faris turned out to be much more sensitive than Aisha thought, because Aisha had been trying to cover it up.

Unable to get an answer, Faris reached out her hand to hold Aisha's fingers.

“Yes, Ica's hands are very cold dear,” continued Faris when he found his wife's hands very cold also moistened with sweat.

“Ica's stomach is not good Bang,” replied Aisha holding her stomach because the nausea is getting worse.

“We pulled over for a while yes,” he continued really not strong.

“Ya Allah Ica very high, briefly we find rest area yes,” replied Faris worriedly after seeing Aisha's face.

“Before Bang, Ica is not strong.” Aisha further tightened their fingers link.

“Iya yes a minute.”

Faris pulled her car off the road which was quite quiet. Aisha immediately ran away from the car. She felt embarrassed if she had to vomit in front of her husband, maybe the newlyweds are still looking after each other's image.

Faris immediately got out of the car, following Aisha who was still crouching on the side of the road removing her entrails. Not to forget he brought a box of tissues and mineral water. Not yet arrived, Asiha had already flicked her hand.

“Abang don't get stuck!” aisha shouted as she saw Faris approaching towards her.

“Why?” ask Faris who is approaching.

“Ica shy.”

Faris laughed at Aisha's reply, his wife was adorable in her eyes. Even this way, you don't want to look bad. What is indeed all girls always keep such an image if in front of their partner, he thought.

Not yet Faris replied, Aisha had returned to her stomach, her voice sounded like typical vomiting.

Faris immediately massaged his wife's neck anxiously regardless of Aisha's hand shaking towards him.

Faris immediately immediately gave a tissue to Aisha after feeling she was done with her vomit.

“This is washing his hands first dear,” said Faris sambal draining mineral water.

Aisha resignedly followed Faris' words, though embarrassed she could not resist. She washed her hands and mouth with the help of her husband who had been standing by her side.

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