Paper Plane
Thank you, Paper Plane

A philosophy about love. Millions of meanings, millions of stories, millions of stories. Blending in and not apart from a million problems. Love is like being a long morning - the goal of breaking down the sunlight. Ordinary and accustomed.

As people say, love can grow over time. Love is created by habituation. In the Javanese proverb, it is said that "witing tresno jalaran soko kulino".

''So you guys are official?'' tease Daisha on her two best friends who still look shy in the corner there.

''What the hell, Sha!'' said Naya with a face that blushed red, timid.

''He did not care, he said he was very stupid, he did not love, he also said not love, but left to buy fried cassava only someone who cried.'' goda Beni with his eyes twisting on Naya.

''You guys rese' ah! I don't like it.'' annoyed Naya. However, in his heart it was clearly flowering. Despite the bondage between men and women in a friendship that has been established for several years, friendzone.

The mood of Naya and Beni tonight is so light and carefree. It was as if it had escaped from a pile of rocks that were so suffocating, agonizing, relieved. Both have managed to escape the shackles of doubt and uncertainty. The fear that had been shackled between their hearts and minds slowly faded away with the welcome of love that was slowly intertwined.

''Don't sulk dong, Nay. If you are still new to like it, shy but willing.'' said Daisha chuckled.

''Nyebelin, ah! Turn me around!'' annoyed Naya.

''Tomorrow we will also return home.'' said Beni.

''I'll do it anyway, Nay. I guessed it a long time ago, long ago. If all this time you've only been trying to deny each other. You guys are afraid of getting stuck and ruining your 'friend' status, right? But, honestly I'm happy that you can finally be open and honest about how you feel about each other Daisha hugged Naya tightly.

''Thank you, Sha. You are the best friend I have ever had.'' Naya responded by returning the hug of her best friend carefully, afraid to hurt the little niece who is still in the womb of her best friend.

''And all this thanks to fried cassava!'' sahut Beni chuckles.

''Well.. If you get along so well unsightly, said Rendi by staying focused on her phone.

''We never got along, did we?'' ask Daisha.

And all the people who were in that place looked at each other, a few seconds later they laughed. They laugh and laugh at their life stories.

Being in a warm and familiar atmosphere like this made Daisha feel like her life was perfect. He always smiles when he remembers first he also completely denies it. And now he feels it himself. It all just happened as if God was telling us that the grace of His love was amazing. No matter how hard we try to prevent it, like water it will still flow from the cracks.

The times when she and her husband used to be together, talking, joking, laughing, and arguing were sometimes not very important. But that makes their bond closer. We don't know and we never know until it's over. Right or wrong, obeyed or not obeyed, in the end that can prove only about time.

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By nightfall, all return to their respective rooms to rest their bodies to welcome tomorrow. Up there, the moon is now no longer shy to reign in space. It seems like the night has increased, until the shadow becomes thick blackened not eroded moonlight. In the cold of the night, Daisha was in a love match with her husband to close the night before morning. Until the scent of breath they hunt each other down a lantern of love written in the whirring of the night wind.

The more night the more towering. The soft chant of breath carves the bundle of hearts to weave a night story painted in a whim you create. Not scattered drops of dew you pour all the affection. And the rintik brought a rhyme of peace to a warm dream that melted the throne of wishful thinking. Keep out the word that the heart's treatise to the graceful palate of your soul danced with the wind.

''Thank you my dear.'' Rendi's kiss on his wife's slightly sweaty forehead after the contest.

Daisha tightened her arms to her husband. His belly disturbs his movements a little, but all that does not diminish the values of the tempestuous love. Getting tighter and bound.

Rendi returned his wife's close embrace with a hug of love. Warm kisses gently hit every inch of his wife's body. In his mind, Rendi was always grateful to the creator. How great is His love for him.

''Thanks to my wife, thank you, too, my son. Be healthy, son.'' Rendi gently stroked Daisha's distended stomach.

''I love you so much.'' he added.

From the curves of your body's motion signaled a blaring feeling filled the inner space. Nothing but the dim sun had extinguished the twilight and framed the day into a beautiful night panorama. It's more beautiful because there's a beautiful you by my side. The rhythm of the heart song continues to bounce into a verse in a fragment of heart story.

Then, the two souls filled with love were immediately asleep. Along with the flow of the night to the dawn which will soon arrive.

Until the morning, they are still busy making out under a warm blanket. Cold weather that feels piercing the heart, as if increasingly pampering to continue to invite lying down and tidying back their blankets.

''Let's all have breakfast first, after this we must be ready to go back home.'' cried Daisha on the doors of the room that is still closed tightly by the owner. The smell of cooking is so appetizing that has been presented at the table.

''What time is it now?'' asked Naya who while walking towards the sink to wash her face woke up to sleep.

''Udah at nine tau!'' said Daisha who was busy brewing her pregnant milk.

''Oh my goodness, kirain is still dawn.'' said Naya after washing her face with fresh water.

''For example, this one pregnant woman, even though her stomach is distended but still diligent and dedicated said Beni after sipping green tea in her cup.

''If you want to muji ya muji aja time, do not use ngatain buncit all!'' said Daisha.

''And the fact is that.'' joked Beni.

''By the way, where is Mr Rendi?'' ask Naya.

''That man.'' point Daisha at her husband who just came out of the room.

''Breakfast first, mas. I was waiting for Daisha.

''OK.''

After finishing the dishes and the dining table, Daisha suddenly felt her stomach slightly shaken.

''Ouch!'' said Daisha grimacing in pain holding on and gently caressing her stomach.

''Mama why?'' tanya Arka immediately approached her mother.

''Honey, why? What is sick?'' ask Rendi in a panic.

''Sha!'' shout Beni.

''Come quickly to the hospital!'' naya shouted in panic. The atmosphere that morning, they were all again made to panic and be alert. After a moment of silence, Daisha finally said.

''Dede the baby is kicking.'' Daisha replied with a wide smile.

''Huft! Kirain wanted to be born.'' said them with a sense of relief.

''There are still two months to go.'' Daisha replied.

''Healthy yes aunt nephew.'' said Naya stroked the soft stomach of her best friend.

Life is like a paper airplane, flying and leaving brings dreams. As powerful as the gust of wind continued to fly. Don't compare the distance, but how and what to go. Because that's the one thing that matters, always according to the heart.

Thank you, Paper Plane.

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