The Return of the Queen of the Blue Soil
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"Don't cry.. We're all right. See it? We are healthy, you know." he said again, which increasingly makes all those in the room cry instantly.

The melodious sound from outside the room in Mmai Kinara was heard. How not. When they were all crying, suddenly the melodious sound made them all sob.

"Sallallahu'ala.. Shallallahu 'alahi wasallim.. Sallalahu 'ala.. Sallahu'alahi.."

As soon as the shahdu and melodious make the feathers Iuduk they all stand. Malda and Satria were stunned to see around them who were currently crying.

"B-bangs.. Tha-that's.."

"Sstt.. The angels blessed them all. They are both the chosen people on this earth. You heard sholawat not?"

Malda nodded. "The "sholaawat comes from the voice of the angel himself. But for those who hear it like cassette tapes and music out there."

"Yes Allah.. Then Opa and Oma are the chosen ones?"

"Yes, the two men were chosen people who were always guarded and protected by angels. Whether what characters the two have until surrounded by angels behind them."

The deg!

Satria was transfixed when one of the white-lighted ones saw it.

Splaassh..

Malda and Satria sculpted for a moment. Like there is a flow of electricity that has a million volts into the body of both.

Not hot. Unless cold. "Is it bang already?" goda Opa Gilang on Satria who is still fixated on seeing the white light that when the last noticed..

"Opa..? Oh...?"

The two smiled, "Yes. It's both of us. You are both the chosen ones. But not for our family. You and Malda are the people of choice in other countries. For that, use the knowledge we have given you well. Use it for virtue. Opa and Oma have to go. We have one more day left here. Tomorrow, we have to go where we should be. Take care of our family, son.. Take good care of Malda. Your twochildren. And also Opa's grandson who will be your son's companion later."

Satria was speechless. His tongue feels ugly. His eyes remained staring straight ahead as the glittering white light still surrounded Opa Gilang and Oma Alisa.

Lastly, a bluish-white light shimmered on the bodies of the two newborn twins, Mami Kinara. Malda and Satria were again and again stunned.

The two men smiled sweetly at everything. All the light disappeared like it was swallowed up by the earth. Satria and Malda gasped at the sight of all the Oma and Opa Gilang children hugging them one by one.

"Be a good wife.. Obedient to the husband.. Who dutiful to him. So Allah's heaven is for both of us" he told Mami Kinara, who was replied in a voice.

So too with the others. Papi Tama and Papi Lana were the longest to hug Oma Alisa until the middle-aged woman who was dusk was laughing with tears flowing on her clean cheeks.

"It's been.. No cry. We have to prepare. Tomorrow we have a business trip for the last time out of town. Papi you guys want to drive yourself he said!" Oma Alisa chuckles.

It changes so quickly. He was crying strong. So too with Opa Gilang.

"Hooh, that's right! Our last trip was before we retired from business. Your mother is no longer able. Be aware.. Is he older than Papi?" ledeknya on Oma Alisa who was met with a strong pat on her shoulder and arm.

Malda laughed at that. Satria is like that. That's what happens if until Opa Gilang brings up the difference in age of both.

How not. If Opa Gilang is 52 years old. Oma Alisa is almost 70 years old.

It's too lame, isn't it?

But the age of both is not a problem. From different ages, that is the common gap. Which Oma Alisa was able to nurture the young soul of Opa Gilang, and Opa Gilang was able to compensate the old soul of Oma Alisa.

Opa Gilang still continued to laugh as his body was repeatedly patted strongly by Oma Alisa. True love is his last love.

And so is Oma Alisa. He is too. The last love that will never die even if they are old until now.

Malda was moved to see the togetherness of all of them who were only a matter of hours.

"May God give you a worthy place. We're one of you two. We also live a very long age. But it won't dampen our love. You are both our inspiration. Goodbye Opa.. Omas.. May God give you the most beautiful place in heaven. Amelieinn.." The Inner Malda is possessed by Satria.