Not Struggled (R4)
°PROLOG
HAPPY READING RADITYAN SERIES 4. DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE CRITICISM/ADVICES, LIKES, VOTES, AND COMMENTS
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The noise of the traffic that causes friction of the floor with footwear, becomes an atmosphere that is quite comfortable to just wait. A pair of clear beads belonging to the little girl who was just about to turn 9 years old, looked around. It has been more than a few minutes he waited in a crowded place for human mobility in it. A pair of wireless earphones installed in both senses of hearing, chanting salawat that he regularly listened to.
One name he always remembered when he heard the melodious chants of a salawat that calms the soul. Aurra Princess Haidan—the woman she calls mother—welltoo remember her face when listening to the prayer. The mother who always introduced herself about the beauty of Islam judging from various aspects.
"Alea?"
The friendly call from the woman who had given birth to him, made the brown-veiled little girl turn her head. "Yes. Why mah?" the answer.
"You really want to go home with mom, Papa? Don't you want to go later?"
The little girl nodded. The semester break is not over yet. He and his parents vacationed to Indonesia to see relatives there. They plan to go on vacation for a week. But unfortunately, sudden work problems must make a vacation schedule that has been carefully arranged it is not implemented. Now the clear-eyed girl will return to New York with her parents. Return to the place where they lived for six years.
"Darling?"
"Eh, yes. Why mas?" Airra—the hijab-wearing woman turned to the direction of the sound source. Making his view meet the property of the husband.
"introduce. This is pilot Al and his son. He was my senior while living in New York first."
Anzar—suami the woman came to introduce two men of different ages to the wife. Two cross-generational men wearing pilot uniforms. For a moment Alea was unaware of the presence of the two men. His eyelids were closed, dwelling on every echoing temple of salawat. Until a small touch stopped by and made him slowly open his eyes.
For a moment, the girl looked at the mother who had just given her the code. "What's up, mah? Sorry, Alea was listening to the prayer. Is it time to board?” tanyakanya.
The woman smiled understandably as she rubbed the princess's hijab sprouts. "Known, this is the pilot, the minister papah."
The girl looked up, looking at the figure the mother meant. In front of him was a tall, straight man in pilot uniform smiling kindly. If noticed at a glance, the pilot's beautiful face looks like a famous actor from South Korea, Lee Min Hoo.
"Assynolajet. Greetings to know the pilot of papah. I'm Alea" he said kindly while cupping both hands in front of his chest.
"Vaalaikumsalam. Greetings to Alea. I'm Al, you know, papa" replied the man. "You're a big boy, huh? Though the first time to meet you is still a toddler,” added the man.
"of course. That was six or seven years ago, my daughter is now a teenage girl,”.
The pilot smiled with a smile. Then he said, “ya, children are growing up. While we parents will soon age and udzur,” chandanya.
"certain. I also want to immediately take a break from the hot seat that I sit in every day,” Anzar replied.
The two men who had known for a long time were back late in the conversation. While Alea—the girl accidentally drove with another figure standing next to the pilot—his papa friend. For a moment he observed the young man who was both wearing a pilot uniform. His face looked flat and flat. His eyes focused on the chatter of the two men beside him. Realizing that someone was paying attention, the young man turned his head. Found his brown bead with Alea's clear bead.
The young man, who was only a dozen years old, was briefly glued to the clear iris which was so soothing, before the owner broke eye contact between them. Alea turned her eyes. Decide the link between eye contact between them.
"Pa?" call him.
"Eh, yes. Why bang?"
The young man showed a watch attached to his wrist.
Pilot Al nods his head in mahfum. "Ah, yes. Soon boarding, sorry I can't talk any longer, Anzar." Pat the shoulder of the friend slowly. They were too short of a meeting.
"Next time can kongkow in my house in NY?" tawar Anzar's.
"Goddessa, huh. This month until the next two months the flight schedule is quite solid. I'll stop by Radityan Crop's in NY."
"I'll wait for Picot Al."
Pilot Al nodded while commenting on the small smile.
"Pa?" the young man again interrupted politely. “Boarding?” continue the young man.
"Then we go first, Anzar," said pilot Al.
"Yes. Save flight pilot Al."
"You guys too. Take care's. Good luck to the destination" said the man in the pilot's uniform, before passing with the son.
The young man who lacks expression is the eldest son of pilot Algafriel Hazka Dwiarga or pilot Al. The first successor. Nathaniel Allugard Hazka Dwiarga.
From a young child his eldest son was encouraged to grow into an independent child. When mature enough, Al frees his son to choose whatever ideals he wants to achieve. But the proverb ‘fruits fall not far from the tree’ turns out to be true. Without even being forced, his son has decided to join the aviation world to continue in the footsteps of his father.
"Why, Nathan?" asked pilot Al when he saw the movements of the son.
Al looked at his son confused. What happened to the face of this teenager? the father of two children could see a new expression on the face of the firstborn.
Unbeknownst to the father, the young man turned his gaze to look at the owner of a pair of soul-loving clear beads. The figure that turned out to make it difficult to budge just because the iris is clear.
"Why again?" Ask the father, the more curious. Because the son was found several times glancing backwards.
"Nothing" answered the son briefly. "Let's go, we have to board immediately" he added, with a face that was twice as flat as usual.
Unknowingly, the eldest son of the Dwiarga family found an interest. Excessive interest in the owner of a pair of clear beads that make it difficult to budge.
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"Would you change seats, baby?" ask Anzar.
"Don't get paid, but you're sitting there, right?" The girl pointed at the two rows of seats behind her seat. Seats of both parents.
"Are you sure, baby?"
Consider Anzar excessive. The position of his daughter who sat two rows in front of him, but the man was already a pile of chickens losing their children. Anzar never let the princess away from his side.
"Mas, that. Alea, right, sitting not far too,” leerai the wife.
"But baby, Alea we—“
"Alea is big, she can take care of herself. Anyway our seats are two rows behind Alea."
Anzar nodded. The man was indeed a very protective figure when it came to his wife and daughter. Ever felt the loss of a prospective baby made him overprotective looking after his loved ones.
"You're not papa here, are you, Alea?" ask the princess again, making sure.
The girl nodded while smiling gently.
"Udah. You are too excessive," said the wife while inviting the husband to pass. Back to their seats.
The little girl breathed a sigh of relief. He just feels comfortable and safe. This was indeed the first time Alea had sat in the cabin of a commercial plane without being accompanied by one of her parents. Usually, the father never used a commercial plane to return to Indonesia. At most if you are clammy, Anzar will book a seat in 1st class or business class. However, because now the Radityan family aircraft are in California, so they use commercial aircraft. Unfortunately again, they did not get a seat in the 1st class or business kela. Only the economy class remains.
“Allahumma salim salatan, weilatan wasalim salam..”.
As if chanting salawat while reading a book that he brought himself, someone suddenly came and sat next to him. The girl then looked. Stare for a moment at his sitting friend during this flight.
"Hello,” is clumsy.
The occupant of the side chair turned his head, then looked at Alea. His gray bead looked at Alea's face intensely. Without even speaking, the man Alea believed to be four or five years older chose to cut off contact between them. Shortly afterwards a soft voice of the handsome young man.
"Gwaenchanh-a, Lou?"
"Ne, eomma," the boy replied, closing his eyes.
"Thank God."
The woman then smiled kindly to Alea. The woman has a beautiful face typical of k-pop actresses or idols. But next, the little girl also returned her smile. The beautiful woman reminded Alea of an old photo she had found in her father's old wallet. The father's leather wallet had been stored in the closet for years.
But who is that beautiful woman?
Why does her face look like the woman in the picture?
"Condition your vision." The interruption of the voice on the side, made the girl flinch.
Dia—si owner of gray eyes and deep bass voice that accentuates the bullying aura— who sits beside her. Her eyes closed, but her flat face seemed to know that Alea was watching a beautiful woman who was none other than her biological mother.
The European-dominant-faced figure did not seem to like Alea to pay attention to her mother. But, why? Alea did not mean to be rude. He was fascinated by the beauty of God's creatures. What harm?
Not wanting to dissolve in annoyance, Alea chose to turn her face away while having a small specialty. Unbeknownst to him, that was when the owner of the gray eyes opened his eyes to look at Alea's face from the side. Record ayu face framed by the head cover syar'i’ and niqab—one of the common things he found in his country.
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...TBC...
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^^Sukabumi 06 January 2021^^^
^^Revision 03/05/22^^^