The Incomplete Love
Captain Marvel

From the doorstep, Kalandra stared at two joking figures inside a building set to become an Indonesian delicacy restaurant in the heart of London.

Hayyan, sitting in a wheelchair, looked up at her silent brother.

“Mas, why am I not pushed?”

From behind, Zee broke through while shouting, “Mas Kala, nggganjel. Move, Zee kangen Buna.”

Qiara turned her head because she heard Zee's voice.

“Buna kids have come.” Qiara smiled widely.

“Udah from earlier. Fitting on the door there is portal ngalingin.” Zee pointed towards Kala with her lips cut down. Zee immediately took a favorite position: in the arms of Bunanya.

Azka and Barran encouraged Kala to step inside. Liam took over Hayyan's wheelchair. Aira walked next to him with her stomach growing bigger.

“Buna, Aya ..” Kala hugged his parents who eventually reunited. Thoriq patted his son's shoulder while Qiara scrambled the Handsome Doctor's hair.

Kala was moved because finally his father and his mother reunited.

Qiara then turned to kiss Hayyan's two cheeks which had gradually recovered.

“Buna is already big, embarrassed by Zee.” Hayyan tried to keep her body away. Qiara stopped and again rained Hayyan with a kiss of the affection of a mother who almost left her son.

“Mas Hayyan so baby again ..” Zee chirps with a crybaby.

Thoriq laughed then stroked Qiara's shoulder to stop bothering Hayyan. The happy man approached his daughter.

“Aya, Aira kangen.”

Thoriq and Qiara had just returned from Italy. The kids bought tickets to the opera. The idea of Aira because he knew his father had a bucket list to watch opera with Qiara, but was stopped because of their marriage.

“Where's pregnant? Excited?” Thoriq embraced Aira, taking her to sit down.

“Seru, now Aira peeking keep eating.”

“Bener tu Aya, his work hanging out in front of the refrigerator. Most hobby of eating ice cream, can be one pint by yourself.” Liam complains about the behavior of his beloved wife. Aira just cut down spoiled.

“Yes Allah, Ai ati-ati ah, braked a little.”

“No can, baby luggage, Ay.”

“Later your child kayak me Dek, doyan eat,” sahut Kala raise eyebrows.

“Ay, ay Captain!” Aira answered mimicking Kala's style. Liam shook his head not agreeing with his sister's words at all.

They all sat around the dining table ready for food testing at Thoriq's new restaurant.

Some waiters prepare dishes.

“Asem ati ampla? Who made it?” Aira strangled happily because there was her favorite food.

“Iya dong.“

“This is really good, should cobain.”

Aira immediately scooped up the rice and side dishes without waiting for the cue.

“Bangieet! Especially if you eat with your hands.” After spraying with a sanitizer, Aira's fingers landed on the rice that had been dirames with ach. Bumil ate with gourmand.

Her husband and sisters looked in wonder. They are not used to eating. Kala scooped up to his plate.

“Nih, cobain, Zee. Mas Kala bribe.”

While Thoriq looked miris to the only daughter eating without remembering manners.

“Nak! Buna why don't you ever cook this? Buna must learn from Uncle uh Aya,” zee cetus excited. Kala scoops again and feeds his youngest sister.

“Aya can be at any time masakin now.”

“Oiya, it's Zee's Aya. Enaaak.”

The family then ate all the dishes that were issued. Fresh karedok, warm chicken soto made by Qiara complete with parchment, gurame tamarind padeh are some of the dishes that appeared that afternoon. Everything is delicious perfect.

Thoriq decided to buy his friend's restaurant who wanted to return to Indonesia. Initially the restaurant actually served Italian food, by Thoriq the concept was changed to Indonesian food.

While eating, Kala said, “Aya, Buna, tomorrow Kala will go to Indonesia. When you want to meet Fatimah.”

Aira was saddened that Fatimah canceled the ta’aruf plan for no apparent reason. Fatimah just explained there are complicated things that make him unable to accept Kala.

Even when Dicky and Hanna came to him, Fatimah told him nothing just to pray for all to be smooth.

“Kala, face all with a cool head. Whatever happens, rest assured that God's plan is the best,” Thoriq said in his usual calm tone.

“I just need a closure.”

“Then go get it, Kal. Buna believes something happened until Fatimah made a unilateral decision.”

“Mas when to leave?” Azka looked at her brother who looked unusual.

“Tomorrow. I only get a week off.”

“Hopefully get it right.” Azka patted Kala's shoulder encouragingly.

“Aamiin, make a wish.”

“Astaghfirullah .. Mbak Abby?” Hayyan stared in horror at her brother who had just come along with someone she knew very well.

“Hayyan regular, deh.” Abby approached Bunanya and hugged her tightly. Don't forget to say hello to Thoriq.

Hamilton standing next to Abby smiled at everyone.

“Refrigerator can already smile,” Zee smokes softly. Qiara glanced towards her youngest daughter.

“Hamilton, nice to have you here. Sorry it's still a little messy. Next week new in order and we open.” soon Thoriq allowed Hamilton to sit down.

Hayyan glanced and pulled Abby to sit next to him.

“From all the men in the world, should she really?” Whispering Hayyan, Abby just chuckled while glancing at Hamilton.

“Any problem, soldier?” Hamilton asked in his signature style: the refrigerator.

“No, Sir! Please sit down and welcome to the Donavy-Aditya.” family

***

“Mas ..”

“Ya, Qia Darling.”

Qiara tightened her body to Thoriq's body looking for warmth there.

“I love you.”

“You are my one and only love, Qiara Anjani.” Thoriq kissed the head of his wife who was ready to fly to the dreamland.

In the warmth, Qiara closed her eyes, feeling the gentle gust of male breath that continued to caress her hair until she fell asleep.

Thoriq stared at the beautiful face that many years longed for by day night. Slowly frowned tiny nose and lips when the owner was already sound in his arms.

“Alhamdulillah O Allah. Allow us to have a blessed age and enjoy the old days with children and many grandchildren.”

***

Week pass. Thoriq took Qiara to enter the restaurant. That day was the opening of a restaurant called the Happy Story.

The two spread out invitations only to close relatives, but unexpectedly, many wanted to taste the dishes there. Snaking queue.

Abby who was appointed as manager immediately ordered the kitchen employees to prepare a cup of wedang round as a warmer for those who were willing to stand waiting for the table.

The restaurant guests are not only Indonesians who live there. Not a few locals who want to taste authentic Indonesian food.

Qiara's sons and daughters except Kala were present at the event. They did not expect the atmosphere of the restaurant was made to resemble the atmosphere of their living room in the mansion. Their photos are beautifully displayed.

Not to miss the happy photos when Devan was still with them. Then there are photos of Thoriq and Aira. The photos create story material for visitors until they share a happy story with each other in their families.

Thoriq never let go of his hand from Qiara. A big smile on the faces of the two.

“I'm glad Buna ain't a zombie no more. I can smile from his heart, not just pleasantries,” Zee chirped happily.

“How are you, Dek? You are Daddy's princess,” asked Hayyan while stroking her youngest sister's back.

“I will always be Daddy's princess, and Aya will be Aya I.”

“How much are you, Dek? The answer is very mature,” sloppy Barran from across the table.

“Zee was born when the brothers were adults, so it's old. In school aja temen-temen always confide in Zee. Yes the same problem brother, parents, girlfriend.”

“Yes Allah, another Love Guru.”

“No, that's Liam. Zee wants to be a world traveler.”

Thoriq and Qiara approached the children's table.

“Like the food?”

“Soto Buna, is the best.”

“Sayang Mas Kala can't come. She must be abisin it's all Buna.”

“Who said Kalandra can't come.”

Everyone looked at the origin of the sound.

Kalandra stood up straight by holding Fatimah who looked at them timidly. Fatimah still wears the pilot's uniform.

“Kala ... eh Kala?”

“Aya, Buna, my dear brothers .. already know, right? This is Fatimah, wife of Kala.”

***

They all gathered in the living room.

Fatimah felt awkward and uncomfortable. While Kala continued to take his newly married wife a few dozen hours ago above an altitude of 20,000 feet.

Qiara came in to bring warm drinks for everyone. He watched Fatimah who kept looking down.

“Fatimah, sit here near Buna.”

Fatimah looked at Kala for approval..

Fatimah the road. As soon as she approached Qiara she gathered herself together and kissed her husband's mother's hand.

“Buna, sorry. Fatimah did not expect it to happen like this.” Fatimah was in tears.

Kala approached his wife and then gathered in front of Thoriq and Qiara.

“Aya, Buna, sorry ..”

Thoriq hugged his son.

“Kala, Aya and Buna are sure you have a clear reason. Now what Aya wants to ask is who married you to Fatimah? Any witnesses?

“Oom Dicky who got married, the witness is Mikala and Mirza Malika's foster brother.”

“Alhamdulillah, so your marriage is legal in the eyes of religion. As soon as you take care of recording.”

“Good, Aya.”

***

Flashbacks

“Captain Fatimah, I was asked to convey greetings from a passenger named Alexander Mahendra,” the stewardess leader conveyed when delivering drinks to the cockpit.

Netra Fatimah. This was the fifth flight that Alex was on.

“Thank you.”

“Boyfriend?” Ask copilot.

“Nop! Ready to fly?” Fatimah did not want to discuss her personal life.

“Ready, Captain.”

Flights from Hong Kong to Jakarta are taken smoothly.

Late at night, Fatimah just got off the car delivering to the apartment when a group of men in suits approached.

“You know? Where is your dad?”

“Neasiness.” Without seeing Fatimah already knew a tall figure who spoke with a haughty tone.

“It looks like I pressed the wrong button. Fatimah, look here.” Alex thrusting his hape screen.

“This video was recorded this afternoon. Oh there's more. It was taken this morning.”

Apparently Latifah, her brother in a big pregnant condition was walking from the parking lot to his practice room.

“Basic of bad guys! You must be threatening me, right? Marry you or my family member is wretched. People like you are useless.”

“Ouch .. prospective wives do not be fierce. This is our wedding bridal address. Tomorrow you come to measure the wedding dress or your words come true. Maybe it started with your sister first.”

Alex's hand made a curling motion in front of the abdomen depicting a pregnant Latifah.

“I could have kidnapped you, forced my will on you. Butno. I respect you, Fatimah. Even if you ask, I will stop messing around with women from now on. It shows that I'm not just a bitch who can't try. Your family, consider it a guarantee to me.”

Fatimah took a deep breath. His anger bubbled.

“Oya, your lover is on his way here. Get ready to cry, because he will come home live name.”

“Fuck you,” cry Fatimah. While Alex refrains from pouncing on Fatimah. Bring the girl to bed.

“I'm really looking forward to being alone with you in our bed. Until then, take care of yourself just for me. Have a good night, I've put a pretty doll on your bed.”

Fatimah. He believes his apartment has been tapped. As soon as Alex and his gang left, he called a taxi.

“Hotel Fermon.”

From the car, Alex smiled.

“That’s my girl. I like women who can fight. The flirting of this girl. Alvin, I want Denisa ready in my room.”

Alvin who sat in front laughed and then carried out the orders of his superior.

“Once the depraved remains lejat”, thought Alvin.

Since meeting Fatimah, I don't know how many women have been sprawled in Alex's bed. The passion felt for Fatimah was channeled brutally through the beautiful women desired. They are top celebrities who have no power to reject Alex. If they don't want their careers ruined.

“Kalandra to where?”

“Jetnya already entered Indonesia. Are you sure you want to fight the Donavy family?”

“They are good people. Reliable in business but not in the black world. They are not our rivals. Now back home.”

The journey to Alexander Mahendra's palace was quite smooth when the accompaniment of their vehicle was blocked by several police cars.

“Stop! Stop inspection!”

“Say who is in this car.” Alexander stared lazily at the policemen.

Just as his men stepped out, the police were already pointing what they were.

“Out!” Commandant of police.

“Boss, we'd better get out.”

Alex and Alvin came out with their hands up.

“Open luggage!”

Alex smiled because there was nothing in the trunk.

The officer opened the luggage and exclaimed, “Report, there is a seriously injured person here.”

Alex and Alvin are shocked.

The officer pulled the battered body but was still moving with the rest of the breath.

“Ibrahim,” whispered Alex to Alvin.

“Isn't he on Sol Island?”

“Should have. She's also fine there.”

“You we caught! Take it to the police station.”

All of Alexander Mahendra's entourage was led into a police truck. The head of the mob held angry because of humiliation, especially the raid was covered by several TV stations.

“There's a trap us.” Alex mutters. Right now he can't trust anyone. Including his best friend Alvin.

From a distance, Kalandra stayed in the car watching the whole incident.

“Kal, now meet Fatimah. Before Alex moves,” firmly Mario. Kala nodded.

They're headed to a private hangar. Kalandra's hands clenched. Mario glanced at Qiara's son who turned out to have a reckless side like his mother.

Since Fatimah canceled ta’aruf's plan, Kala asked Mario to deploy his men to find information. Kala himself could not move because he had to keep Azka who was still in a coma.

After getting the full information, Kala devised a simple plan. He ordered Mario to pick Ibrahim up from Sol Island where he was forced to work hauling stones for the construction of the resort.

Mario's men disguise themselves as members of Alex's gang. When Abraham realized, he rebelled. Mario's men beat him mercilessly because Ibrahim managed to shoot one of them.

Ibrahim's helpless body was placed in the vehicle as the driver was waiting for Alex's arrival at the airport.

Not a grandiose plan, but enough to make Alex stop monitoring Fatimah.

Kala asked for help from his colleague at the embassy so that he could enter Indonesia without being detected. Alex and his gang are patronizing almost on all fronts. Kala entered Indonesia with a group of Indonesian dancers who had just performed in England.

The jet contains Mario's Kalandra-like men flying according to plans to trick Alex's monitoring men.

Mario and Kala worked neatly strategizing. The former secret agent believes Alex will take revenge on Kala and Fatimah. Alex's class criminals must have a way to get free.

Kala tells Mario to go to Alex's main enemy and persuade him to take power. The greedy man does not think long and agree.

The night Alex was arrested, the members were in a mess. The enemy took over.

Arriving at the hangar, Fatimah still in her uniform the pilot stood restless. She saw the girl immediately get out of the car, even before the car stopped.

“Mas Kala, not here! I have to go home. There are bad people who want to hurt! Go home, come on!”

Kala smiled gently.

“Mas home from you tag along.”

“Mario! We should leave soon. Alex managed to escape. There's a leak on our side, now Alex is headed yesterday.” Mario's men reported.

“Depart! We don't have permission to use firearms.”

Kala allowed Fatimah to board the newly arrived jet. The men in uniform approached them.

“Captain Fatimah,” greet the pilot who suddenly pulled out a shiny object.

Fatimah immediately kicked the gun from the grasp of the man before her. Not to be outdone, Kala crippled the traitor who dared to point a gun at Fatimah.

“Good!” Mario commanded.

Some of the ex-secret agent's men got rid of the pilot. Put it in the janitor's room.

“Copilot, move aside, I'll fly the plane. Mas Kala, check if this person needs to be secured!” Fatimah gave the order while Kala was even fascinated to look at the woman.

“Yes my Lord, Kalandra!” Jerking Mario resuscitate.

“Sir Mario, Alex and some of his men are already in the driveway.”

Fatimah had lit the plane and now slowly, the iron bird came out of the hangar.

From a distance Mario's men monitor two cars that speed through the portal. They are preparing for the worst possible outcome given that private jets are not armed fighters.

They were totally dependent on the shrewdness of Captain Fatimah.

The Donavy family's private jet began to go faster on the tarmac. But the distance to Alex's car and his cronies is decreasing.

Kala and Mario sit behind Fatimah and the co-pilot. Mario watches the nervous co-pilot.

Fatimah calmly added speed to take off.

“Mario, they're getting closer!” Shouted one of Mario's men.

“Bet ready! Remove the weapon, shoot if the plane is successfully disabled.”

“In shaa Allah will not be paralyzed,” Fatimah said confidently.

Kala's eyes didn't blink. Now he is absolutely convinced that Fatimah is the incarnation of Captain Marvel he idolized.

Mario shook his head to see Kala who could be in the thick of the moment.

There was gunfire.

“Say they used what weapon?” Fatimah asked, her eyes staring straight at the runway.

“Short bar,” sahut Mario.

“The distance is still too far. Prepare we'll take off.”

Amidst the quiet but swift whirring of the bullets, Fatimah performed a take-off function.

“Bismillah o Allah, take care of us.” Fatimah then read al Fatihah who always managed to make him calm.

The plane took off smoothly. Leaving Alex who was screaming in disrespect out of anger.

That night his kingdom was taken over. Accusations of premeditated murder will definitely ensnare him. But for him the hardest thing was to lose Fatimah.

“We kill Fatimah's family!” Wrathful shouting.

“Who can be asked, Boss? Our men are in a mess. Forget about that girl. We clean up this mess.” Alvin's resuscitating his boss.

Alex looked up. Unheard of the sound of police sirens roaring near. There was no other way to escape but to fight. And it's free to fight because it will add to the charges.

“You can escape me now Fatimah, one day we will meet again.”

Alex then ordered his men to put the weapons on the ground, kneeling, with their hands up.

***

The plane was safely on air to London. All breathe a sigh of relief.

Fatimah turned on auto pilot function. Mario's men interrogated the co-pilot. Make sure he's not Alex's henchmen.

“Already above, if he wants strange means he must be ready wretched together,” said Fatimah lightly.

“Enel uga,” Inner Kala the more perplexed.

In the cockpit were Kala and Fatimah who sat in the pilot's seat.

“Fatimah why not talk if there is a problem?”

Fatimah did not dare to look at Kala. His eyes looked straight at the darkness of the night.

After the two fell silent, Fatimah said, “Mas, I know how the history of Mama Hanna with Aunt Qia. Later, Mas grew up in the distinguished Donavy family. Who am I, Mas? Only the son of a small hamlet that his father almost sold to pay the debt. Apart from debt, even hunted by mafia kings to be married.”

“Mas Kala don't see that, huh? In my eyes, you are a smart, independent, brave, calm, sholihah woman. It's all more important than the past of Buna and Aunt Hanna. Yes, I was raised by Daddy, but he never differentiated from where he came from.”

“Fatimah is also ashamed of Dad's behavior. Not to mention Alex who threatened to hurt my family and Mas.”

“So you better get married with that bagundal?”

“Ya is not. I just need to think about making the best solution. My family is safe, my father is far away, I don't need to marry Alex.”

“Keep if you don't marry her, who do you want to marry?” Kala stared softly at the girl before him who suddenly blushed.

“Jawab, Fatima. Who do you want to marry?” Urge Kala. Whatever Fatimah answers she will be ready.

“Sama Mas Kala,” still timidly replied softly.

“Alhamdulillah, let's do it.”

“Means?”

“We marry here, right now. Oom Dicky's phone explained everything. By being my wife, I can take care of you.”

“Mas but ..”

“You what's up?“ Kala did not want any chance of losing the girl who had fascinated him in such a way.

“Tante Qia, Oom Thoriq?”

“We finish the main one. You make sure we get to London safely while I call Oom Dicky to explain. Fatimah replied Mas, would not marry Mas?”

“Bismillah. In shaa Allah Fatimah wants to be Mas Kala's wife.” Fatimah answered with great determination.

That night, at 20,000 feet from the surface of the South China Sea, in front of Dicky who was connected through a video call, Kala made a sacred promise to receive the marriage and marriage of Fatimah Ibrahim.

The End of Flash Back

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