
At Oesman Sadik Bacan Airport, Fauziah waved his hand at the mother. Highlighting her eyes was like a closed circuit television that continuously monitored the movements of the woman who gave birth to her. One category of pain but not bleeding, yes as it is today. Fauziah tried to review the smile even though his heart was actually broken into pieces. There were even puddles of water in both his eyeballs that were ready to break through but were defeated by the owner of the eye.
Seeing his wife starting to unbalance, Aqmal cradled the woman's body. A second later, Fauziah lost his balance. His gaze began to blur, faintly sounding someone calling out to him. Upon waking up, Fauziah saw a different room environment. The interior of this room is not the room in the house of Mommy Santi, nor is it the room in the house of Grandma. Fauziah tried to get up from the bed, resting his head on the head board.
Chinese-cheque ...
Hearing the sound of the door, Fauziah turned his gaze there. In the doorway, Aqmal stood up while making a phone call. Ending the call, and with an accelerated pace, Aqmal approached his wife.
"Where is it going?" ask Aqmal. He checked Fauziah's condition. Then take a warm tea on the nightstand. "Drink first" he said.
Fauziah said he sipped the warm tea. Then looked back around and last looked at Aqmal questioningly.
"This is our new home" said Aqmal who understood his wife's gaze. "This house was once the home of Opa and Oma, but it is not inhabited anymore. Oma gave us this house"
"How do you like the room design?" ask Aqmal.
Fauziah. A second later he was silent. Aqmal raised next to his eyebrows, a question mark approached upon seeing his wife change.
"You why?" ask Aqmal. Fauziah shook his head, though in fact his mind was disturbed.
"Abang knows you're thinking something. Tell me, what's wrong with you?" ask Aqmal seriously.
Fauziah looked down for a moment then looked seriously at her husband. "Are we the only two living here?" tanyakanya.
Aqmal understands, his wife must be thinking about Mommy Santi, Mother-in-law. "Why? Do you want to stay with Mommy?"
Fauziah lowered his head, hesitating to answer.
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In the afternoon, Fauziah and Aqmal toured the city on motorbikes. The two planned to go to the edge of Mandaong Beach, watching the view of the high sea there. When he arrived at Labuha, Aqmal pulled his motorcycle over the side road of the 24-hour Pharmacy.
"Do you know or are you a frontman?" tanya Aqmal offers.
"Two, but if you can know a lot" replied Fauziah.
Aqmal nodded in understanding, approaching the salesman to know around. Taking a few tofu skewers and a frontman, he dipped them in a jar of spicy extra sambal. Ask for a crackle on the seller then put the groceries in it. After paying, Aqmal approached Fauziah. The two continued their journey to their destination.
Not far from the star spot, Aqmal and Fauziah arrived at Mandaong Beach. Holding each other's hands, the two walked towards the swering. Shady oceans, making the local people use that time to play wooden boat dayun. Some even go fishing to make ends meet.
One knows it was devoured by Fauziah. While staring at the high seas, he recalled the past. Where is he, Savana and Farul here. The three sat pensively, looking at the open sea which sometimes showed its beauty.
"Well, where do you want to go to college?" ask Aqmal.
Fauziah averted her gaze, staring at the glimpse of her husband staring at the high sea.
"If you let me, I'd like to go to Manado. Savana and Farul will also try the test there" Fauziah explained.
Aqmal was silent, Manado was too far away according to him. Fauziah bit the inside of his lips, he was sure, Aqmal would object.