The End of the Wing Miss
Broken Wing Pigeons

Kriiiiinnngg..Kriiiiinnnggg.Gawai latest output from ginseng country screams long break the silence of the evening.

Naya who had just broken down her tired body, got up slowly. With a little bit of a maze, he dragged his steps towards the sofa in the family room.

Before copying her clothes, the girl deliberately put her dress on the table near the sofa.

His hand grabbed the rectangular-shaped object and directly attached it to his ear, without first seeing the caller id.

“Halo... Assalamualaikum, with Naya here.. Is there a bi.?”

“Wa’alaikumussalam, mon cheri. Tu me manques. Honey, I miss you so much." (Darling, Brother misses very much. Naught)

Yes Rabb. She again?! What do you want, anyway?

“Why shut up? Tu ne me manques pas?”

“Sorry, misconnect!” ketus Naya disconnects the call.

Kriiinnggg..Kriii..! The tone of the call from the device again shrieked.

“Udah spelled wrong samb...”.

“Eit.ntar first. Kok today Abang wrong continue yes, this morning ‘salah orang’, this afternoon ‘salah connect’.... Ha..ha.ha.” Kei's crisp laughter crossed.

“On s’en fart? I don’t care!" (I don't care). Naya slammed the phone. He had completely shed his accumulated frustration throughout this day.

Mak Madah who was cleaning the dining table was shocked. The sixty-year-old woman seemed to be frowning her forehead.

For seven years with this young girl, he had never seen Naya get angry. All she knew, Naya was a girl full of gentleness, manners and good language.

And today the girl is inflamed, what is it? Something extraordinary must have happened. Butwhat?

“Who, mrs?” Mak Madah approached Naya.

“Crazy people, mom!” The answer is still in a sharp tone.

“Crazy people? Iye, to?” Ask mak Medah with the accent of passing it.

Naya fell silent. Her chest feels tight. He slapped his face with support on both knees.

The tightness in his chest grew even more when Mak Madah gently rubbed his back. Suddenly his shoulders were shaken, heard then his sobs.

“Mak.” Naya dropped her body on the lap of the old woman. He knew it was futile to pretend to be strong in front of Mak Madah, the old woman who had been with him for so long.

“If crying can release the burden, just cry mama. No need to bother Mak. Mrs Naya knows right, what she loves like, mrs?”

Naya was increasingly intrigued to hear the words of mak Medah. He was grateful that Mrs Sri Latifah had asked Ms. Mak Madah to accompany him for five years.

This old woman is the place to share joy and sorrow. Passing through the difficult days in Paris, a land that has not been at all, far from loved ones.

“If you want to tell a story, you're ready to listen." Mak Madah looked at Naya with a loving look of a mother.

Naya looked back at Mak Medah. Should he tell me about his meeting with Kei this morning? Or Kei's phone just now? No. gabe. He did not want to make mak Medah fret. Let him finish his own business. Enough trouble this kind old woman.

Naya took a long breath. For a moment, he wiped away the remains of his tears. Her small smile was trying to disguise her pain.

“Ngga there's nothing, Mak. Nay's just a little tired maybe. So easily ignited emotions. Sorry, yes.Today Nay sniffled at Mak. Today Nay's schedule is very busy, maybe Nay just needs to rest."

Naya smiles again to reassure Madam.

“If it's like that, Mak prepare warm water for shower mistress, yes?” Mak Midah moved from her seat.

Naya did not reply, she just smiled nodding.

...***...

Naya flinched from her sleep. At 02:10 in the morning. Slowly he got up and sat down on the bed. He still stumbles with the hunting breath. The dream looks so real. He ran through the forest.

Behind him a person in all black clothes still continued to chase with a drawn dagger.

Naya continued to run with steps that began to train. Falling down, he got up again and kept running. His steps came to a halt at the edge of a steep ravine. He was shocked when he looked down. The waves crashing like trying to break the edge of the abyss where it stands.

A black shirt approached. His face was not clearly visible, covered by a swirl of shawl that was also black.

Naya screamed for help, but her voice was stuck in her throat. The figure is getting closer. His grin was like mocking Naya's fear.

Amidst the dim twilight that began to blush, Naya looked at the all-black-clothed figure in front of her. He seemed to know that figure, but who?

The figure was now moving back towards him. Naya could only take a step back when she felt her feet had touched the lip of the abyss.

Naya grew even more panicked as her eyes caught the flash of the dagger that was now right towards her heart.

Naya closed her eyes, as the tip of the dagger was

almost touched. His body was pushed back. For a moment he felt his body float lightly like cotton.

Naya almost crashed, when a firm hand quickly caught and grabbed her body. Warm. Silent. Naya did not dare to open her eyes, until a soft whisper was heard in her ear.

“Cherie, tu es en securite maintenance”. Honey, you're safe now." (Honey, you're safe now).

Naya surprised. Suddenly he opened his eyes. She again…?Again, her again?! Huh! In my dream he was present! Her inner voice was upset.

At 02:35 before dawn. Slowly Naya stepped towards the bathroom. He will ablaze before he will mingle with his Lord.

Some time Naya sank into her long prostration. Silent. Every now and then all that is heard is his sobbing while reciting the words that speak of the torment of hell.

Naya is still drifting in a romance of shahdu romance with her Khaliq when the sound of the chanting of azan from mosques around Kemang. The dawn breaks with the breath of heaven-indu souls. Morning came soon.

...***...

Naya had just two steps down the stairs from her room to the dining room, when the shriek of the call from her dress echoed breaking the morning commotion.

Mak Medah who was preparing breakfast rushed around her body, intending to answer the call after a moment of invisible movement from the master to answer her.

His move came to a halt when Naya gave him a code to ignore the call. The old woman stopped, with her slightly wrinkled forehead turning back to the dining table, continuing her work.

Mak Medah sighed. Bravely looking at the young girl in front of him. What happened to Puan Sri Latifah's favorite son-in-law?

Mak Medah looked at the clinging Naya who seemed to concern herself with the dish she had served.

The girl seemed to be so enjoying her every chew. Every now and then she flashed a beautiful smile from her graceful face.

But the eyes of old mak Madah who had been full devoured the salt acid of life, could not be fooled by the beautiful smile on Naya's face. Mak Midah caught a hint of mist staining her clear eyes.

The eyes that for several years have been so diligent in removing the feathers from his telaga, expressing unspeakable sadness.

Aih, what else is troubling your heart, mrs? Hoping to return to this country allows you to forget the past, treat wounds that once bled.

Both are still dissolved in each other's minds when suddenly Naya's device again screeched dry.

Naya finished her meal. He signaled to Madam that she would answer the call.

Slowly the beautiful girl moved towards the place where she had been put. Before pressing the 'accept' button, he closed his eyes with a long sigh.

Esperons que ce n’est pas lui! If he's again, watch out!

“Hallo, assalamualaikum."

“Wa’alaikumussalam, my little dove.”.

“Mama? Is that you?”

“Of course I am, honey. Or lest-don't.the beautiful princess of this Mama is waiting for a phone call from someone who ..”

The middle-aged woman across deliberately hung up her sentence accompanied by her alluring crisp laugh.

“Mama..” Naya screams spoiled.

He saw his closeness to the woman. Mak Madah who witnessed it, smiled happily. Surely who was talking by phone with Naya was Mrs Sri Latifah.

Mak Midah got up from his chair. He moves to clean up the meeka feeding utensils. Still without a sound, Mak Madah stepped into the kitchen, as if to give the two women the freedom to chat.

“Mama healthy? Papa how? Healthy too, right? Ifah has returned to Trengganu, have you?”

Naya asked in her spirit, without giving a pause to Miss Sri Latifah to answer.

“Eits. Which one should I answer first, princess?” The sound of Mrs Sri Latifah teasing her daughter-in-law.

“Alhamdulillah, all healthy. Mama's healthy, Papa's healthy, too. Ifah's brother has gone back to Trengganu, bye."

“Alhamdulillah. Naya and Mak Madah here are also healthy, Ma."

“Alhamdulillah.. But right, Mama nih actually a little sick.”.

“Mama hurts? What pain? Have you gone to the doctor, have you? What did the doctor say?” Naya's voice sounded anxious.

“Sayang... the question is not much like that. Increased pain Mama.” Ms. Sri Latifah deliberately explained her voice.

“Sorry, Mom. Nay's anxious. Mama's been taking medicine, is it?” Naya slowed down her voice. Still implied worry in his tone.

“Doctor's word, Mama's pain is another bit, baby. Any doctor can't heal."

“Means Mama?” Naya sounded more worried. What is your mother sick?

Three months ago the woman he respected and loved looked healthy and well?

“Doctor said, right. The medicine is one, meet the person who has made Mama sick, it is." Mrs Sri Latifah explained with a slight restraint of laughter.

“Meeting the person who made you sick, huh? Ma's.. What's your mom sick, huh? And who made Mama sick, that?”

“Sakit mendundung lah, dear.. And the person who caused it, this is what is talking to Mama, nih..” Sound again laughter Mrs Sri Latifah.

“Sort of which does not make Mama sick to resist longing, calling is rare, texting-pun, tak... Make miss it, right?”

“Duh, so the story of Mrs Sri sulks, huh? Ha..ha.ha.”.

“Highly header. But if it's a little, yes. Ha..ha.ha.”.

Both laughed out. For a moment Naya forgot all that was afflicting her.

For some reason every time he heard the voice of this middle-aged woman his heart was always peaceful and serene. Maybe because for Naya, Puan Sri has been like her own mother, especially since the departure of Mother seven years ago.

“My sweetheart.. Hello.. Mhm. Aih..aih...who is presumably who has made my little dove love to be pensive now, yes.”

Temptation of Mrs Sri Latifah disperse the reverie of Naya.

“Eh, Mama.. Sorry, Nay didn't listen. What did Mama say?” Naya tries to refocus her attention.

“Ah, yes. Mama wants to convey an invitation from Mak Lung Salma, Papa's brother. Six days in June, Zahra, Mak Lung Salma's youngest son, is getting married. So, our big family went home and all went to Seremban”.

June 6th means seven weeks from now. It feels free, because it has finished the semester exam schedule at the campus.

“Good, Ma. Inshaa Allah Nay can go back to Seremban."

“Alhamdulillah..Good like that, since Nay came home from out station that day, we have not been able to go home to Seremban, right? Dah miss very much, sandai taulan kite kat kampong, tu.”

Naya just smiled listening to Mrs Sri Lathifah. He was already very homesick with the atmosphere of Seremban, the country where he grew up and grew up together with ...

Naya flicked her hand, as if wanting to chase away all the childhood shadows that were suddenly present greeting her back.

“Dah, I won’t let my little dove fly high, again. Don't fly any further, yeah.. Mama wants Nay always near Mama only, but Nay son also in Jakarta that.”

“Ma..Jakarta near. Mama just sits sweet on the plane seat, it’s just about an hour, right?” Naya laughed crisply.

Now Mama's pigeon's wings are broken, Ma. Stay next door, how do you fly high? Naya bathes in her heart.

...***...

To be continued