The End of the Wing Miss
What Have I Done?
The Flashback
Kei went down the stairs of his extended family's stilt house with anger still mounting. His hunting breath resisted the turmoil that was about to explode.
How could Papa and his mother ask him for something he could never do?
Release Naya? Let alone intending, no crossed! Even five years ago!
Hhhaahhhhhah! Kei threw out his breath, rude. He no longer cared where his feet would take him. He only hoped that the cold air would be able to evaporate his emotions.
Kei kept walking, until he felt tired. His feet felt numb, he sat on the streets of a quiet village. Kei stared at the Rollex nanar in his left hand. At 02:10 in the morning!
Kei inhales as much oxygen and releases it back slowly. He tries to restore his focus and concentration. Look at the surrounding streets, then stand up and step back.
After walking for almost an hour, Kei stopped in front of the fence of a house. He took out his wallet and took a key tucked away there.
Kei continued his steps into the yard of the house that was not too wide. Sometimes he smiles while weighing the key in his hand.
Kei directly entered the house as soon as he managed to unlock the door. His gaze swept across the entire room in the house. How long hasn't he been here? Maybe six or seven months?
Feeling sultry, Kei immediately headed to the room he used to occupy when he stayed here. After taking off his tee shirt, Kei entered the bathroom to clean himself up. His body felt sticky after for more than two hours he walked in an uncertain direction to relieve his emotions.
Once out of the bathroom, Kei instantly laid himself on the bed. Trying to melt himself, but his eyes still reluctant to be closed. His eyes glanced at a clock stuck to the wall of the room. Damn it! It was almost four o'clock at dawn, it was fitting that his eyes would no longer be darkened.
Kei got up from the bed, walked towards the kitchen. He wished there was something to eat to prop up his stomach. A few hours of walking in the night was not only exhausting the body but also made him feel hungry. The worms in his stomach are on a march now, demanding the distribution of food rations.
Kei opened the refrigerator in the corner of the room, his eyes scanning every shelf inside. Unfortunately, he did not find a single piece of food that could be cooked.
Kei closed the refrigerator door again, now he stepped into a wooden cabinet. He remembered a few months ago while staying here, Kei saw Mr. Cik Mat, Nek Sya's man, taking coffee and sugar from the cupboard when Kei asked to make coffee.
Kei cheered inwardly as his eyes pounded on the two matching coloured jars. Soon Kei opened the two jars, a smile immediately imprinted on the corner of his lips as he looked at the contents of the two jars.
Kei rushed to light the stove and attacked the water. A job he rarely does, but that does not mean he cannot do.
Although living in a pool of wealth since birth, but both parents, let alone the grandmother, but, always educate Kei and his two brothers to be independent individuals and do not rely on the property and big names Tan Sri Abdul Hamid and Puan Sri Latifah. Something Kei was very grateful for.
Kei immediately gripped his hair firmly. Remembering Papa and Mama, inevitably also makes Kei so think of Naya.
Last night he was speechless when he passed Naya after coming out of Nek Sya's room. Kei's eyes were only able to stare, but unable to speak. A word too.
Kei can capture the glare of fear in Naya's clear eyes, which further reassures Kei that the woman he has been married to five years ago hears all of Kei's feuds with his parents.
Hhhaahhhhhah! Kei again exhaled his coarse breath. I don't know how many times I've been since. The coffee that had been almost cold was only a quarter of a glass, when the sound of Azan Dawn chanting from some surau around the village.
Kei got up from his seat after sipping the rest of his coffee. He moved to the bathroom to ablaze.
After performing the dawn prayer, Kei went to the backyard. He wanted to stretch a little of his muscles that felt stiff. Maybe because of the 'marathon' effect overnight and staying up late, not sleeping at all.
After a morning workout of about thirty minutes, Kei went back upstairs. He looked out the window when he saw a bunch of small children who walked hand in hand while occasionally heard laughter because of the clumsiness of their neighbors.
Kei smiled slightly as he looked at the one who had a big niqab between them. Nayya! Kei instantly hid his body as he saw Naya turning towards the direction where she was standing. Long time the girl was stuck there. His eyes blinked a few times. The moment that always makes a Kei Hasan stunned.
Shortly after Naya resumed her steps, Kei passed. He had to take a shower so that he would not be late for the wedding of his cousin Zahra. Yep! While exercising earlier Kei decided to attend an invitation from mak lung Salma a few weeks ago.
Kei deliberately parked his car on a small road beside Jamek Bandar Mosque.
Kei walked around the mosque and stayed in from the front gate of the mosque. For a moment he stared at the mosque which also has its own history for the journey of his life.
Five years ago his hand was held tightly by Pak Ngah Zainal, the brother of Naya's father while reciting the Kabul Ijab. Five years! It turned out that time so quickly ran away leaving him, whereas Kei was still here, muddy in the weirdness of the matter.
Kei smiled wryly. He immediately stepped into the mosque, earlier he saw Mak Lung Salma with Zahra who had just arrived and accompanied their extended family.
Kei floated his gaze, scanning the family crowd of the two brides. He was looking for Naya. When not even seeing the shadow of Naya, Kei finally stepped into the mosque.
"Kei Assalamualaikum. Lame ain't jumping, how's mane?" Kei was a little surprised as his hands and held on tightly.
"Bang Jamal?"
Kei smiled back to shake tightly the hand of his sister-in-law, brother Afifah's husband.
"Thank God, very healthy. What kind of brother and sister Ifah? Ade's healthy, isn't he?
"Thank God, we're both healthy. Your brother said the milestone at ten, "Jamal pointed with his chin.
Kei followed Jamal's chin. Not far from the bride, Kei saw his older sister Afifah sitting together ... Nayya!
Despite the neat hijab, with the niqab covering her face, the charm of a Kanaya Khairunnisa remains undeniable.
Black with a little sprinkling of swarovski zirconia gems on the bottom, Naya looks graceful in every move. His hands and eyes looked in rhythm as he spoke to Brother Ifah.
Kei shook his head a few times. ******! Why has his head only been filled with the charm of a Kanaya Khairunnisa since these few weeks?
Their reunion nearly two months ago left Kei trapped in a game he created himself.
Kei clenched his hand. D! Kei is no longer focused on the ongoing Kabul Ijab procession. He was more interested in Naya.
Kei's mind only returned to his body when it sounded rumbling ... Validly! Validly! Zahra's cousin has just officially become a wife.
Imam Masjid Jamek Bandar Seremban who was a witness from the groom's side, is now required to give marriage advice.
Somehow Kei felt the need to bring his focus and concentration now. He listened to the sentence after sentence that came out of the mouth of the Imam of the Mosque.
Kei stunned. Each sentence that was launched, felt like thousands of arrows were darting rapidly from his bow and were precisely stuck in his heart. Hekk! Kei held onto his chest which felt rhythmically chaotic with an even more luminous beat. Kei. What's he been doing all this time? The naya?
Kei looked up his head, looking back for Naya who was no longer seen next to his brother, Afifah.
Kei raised his gaze, and he saw the shadow of Naya disappearing behind the door of the mosque.
Kei rushed out. He did not even say goodbye to Jamal, Afifah's husband.
Kei further sped up his pace as he looked at Naya who was not doing well. The girl was seen walking slowly with a staggering body.
Kei runs to welcome Naya's body which is about to collapse.
To be continued