Retaliation of the Sick Wife
Kanaya Spills Her Feelings
Not feeling a month had passed, Kanaya and Bhishma tried to live the day sincerely and steadfastly. Even though every day the time they both lived actually felt heavier. However, with sincerity and fortitude at least Kanaya and Bhishma can survive until now.
There are days where they miss the Aksara so much, there are also days that go slow and the desire to be able to find the Aksara. However, a month had passed and there was no news of the Aksara. There is no trace either. Nevertheless, the party from Papa Jaya continues to make search efforts.
“Aksara we're doing ya Mas? Could it be that now our son can already speak?” kanaya asked her husband.
Actually, the question Kanaya asked was a very difficult question for her to answer. However, Bisma then looked at Kanaya's face, grasping her hand, gently rubbing the back of her hand.
“Kangen equals Aksara yah?” tanyakanya.
Kanaya quickly nodded her head, “Iya .. very miss the same Aksara, Mas Bayinya Bunda,” said Kanaya. The woman's eyes were back in tears. Talking about Aksara always makes her emotional, and so easily cry.
“Do not cry Dear .. God is there to keep the Scriptures,” Reply Bisma.
Again Kanaya nodded, in her heart Kanaya believed that to whom man took refuge if not to God. Just as her husband had told her that there must be a God out there to guard the Scriptures. When the hands of both are unable to nurture and care for the Scriptures, but God has an all-powerful hand, the hand that will continue to protect the Scriptures.
“By no Mas, after work at night I ask for one hour every day?” kanaya asked her husband.
“For what?” suhut Bisma quickly.
“I want to re-write a novel,” replied Kanaya confidently.
“Comeback from your long hiatus?” ask Bisma.
Kanya nodded, “Iya .. I might be able to write a novel based on my story. I can write about the characters. Maybe our son is not here with us, but his story can be immortalized. I want to keep it in mind, writing becomes one of my ways to keep remembering Aksara,” Kanaya replied.
Yes, human memory is so limited. For that, Kanaya wants to be able to remember all the stories of the Script that are embedded in her heart and write it in a digital novel. Kanaya wants the memory of Aksara to live on forever.
“Iya may .. if necessary I will accompany you to write,” replied Bhishma.
How grateful Kanaya was that her husband gave her space to create and channel her hobbies. In addition, Kanaya wants her and her husband to keep remembering Aksara through the novel she is about to write.
“What title do you want to give?” ask Bisma.
“Aksara,” Kanaya reply.
Bisma scrunched her forehead, not expecting her wife to write a novel under the title of her son's name.
“True story of our son?” ask Bisma again.
“Iya. Can?” ask Kanaya.
“Alright, no problem,” replied Bhishma.
Sensing that her husband had given her the green light, Kanaya would begin to frame the story, even making her own cover for her digital novel. Tomorrow he can start writing chapter by chapter for his story.
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The next day …
After dinner, Kanaya is in front of her laptop. The woman's fingers moved over her keyboard keys. Choosing the right diction, stringing words to compose sentences. Arrange sentences to make paragraphs and start writing the novel.
Scripti …
However, Aksara is a son …
His birth brought joy to both of his parents
Her birth completely changed the life of a woman, because from her birth the woman could become a Mother …
He grew up and grew up in the love of his parents.
Unfortunately,
This child does not grow to the fullest because of the speech delay he experienced.
The first word he said, like a prayer recited in a third of the night …
Scriptural,
The Mother's heart.
Father's heart conditioner.
Scripti …
The person who will live on in our hearts
It was the synopsis that Kanaya compiled. In fact, just to compile the synopsis alone, Kanaya's tears have been broken wetting her cheeks. Even the woman sobbed still moving her fingers on the keyboard.
Bisma immediately approached Kanaya when his wife sobbed there.
“Rest first Darling .. if heavy, stop,” said Bisma.
In his view, Bhishma knew very well that it was not easy for a mother to write a story for her own child and the child was now lost somewhere. Reopening the memory, putting it together like a puzzle will surely awaken all of Kanaya's memories of her son.
Kanaya immediately rushed into her husband's arms.
“I miss Aksara, Mas,” I say.
Yes, when compiling a synopsis alone, his heart felt tight. The face of the Scriptures, the sinless smile of his son, and also the first word of the Scriptures.
“Yayah .. Nda,” as if all that accompanied Kanaya when writing the story of her son. All the memories of Aksara seemed to accompany Kanaya to write a novel inspired by her son.
Bisma sighed heavily, the man grabbed onto Kanaya's body and rubbed her back slowly up and down.
"Prophecy .. I know, when you start writing and telling about our Scriptures, it is definitely this feeling that arises. So, be patient well .. we can only be patient Dear. Rest if indeed your heart feels tight,” the advice of Bhishma for his wife.
Some time Kanaya still hugged her husband's body, until finally the woman returned to unravel her embrace, and wiped her own tears.
“I can, Mas. Writing can be my way of expressing all of my feelings. Accompany me yes Mas,” pinta Kanaya this time to her husband.
“Surely, surely I will accompany you,” Bhishma said.
Kanaya then began to stare at the screen of her Macbook, her fingers moved so agile pressing each key on the keyboard put together sentence by sentence and began to tell about the son only wayangnya. Hopefully the story of the characters he will write can give a lot of color to his loyal readers who have long been waiting for him who is now on hiatus.