You're Not a Figurant
[POV Alex] Ch 36 - Home

I returned to Indonesia with a flowery feeling. Khansa's face started to dance around in the mind, making me really happy. All the burden that had been on the chest seemed to be lifted just like that. Aaron, the source of the family's grief, has come to the realization of his long sleep. My parents knew of Khansa and accepted her with a happy heart. There is only one more step to introduce Khansa to the family and formalize our marriage legally in the country.

Along the way all I thought about was Khansa. I know every news in detail, but it doesn't erase the longing, it just grows bigger. We didn't see each other for a week, but it felt like a century. I can't wait to meet him. He snorted and smelled his scent. Convince yourself that Khansa is really mine.

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I arrived in Jakarta at ten o'clock in the evening. My plane was supposed to land at eight, but a delay caused the delay.

I put my feet in a hurry. Walk every distance that draws me closer to him. The house looks quiet and quiet. It seemed like most of the occupants had slept in their sleep.

At the entrance, Winda greeted me while bowing. "Welcome, Father."

"Yes. Where's she?"

"Khanza's mother in the room. Maybe he's asleep."

"okay." I passed Winda, looking forward to meeting Khansa. Then I remembered something and turned around, "Sir, thank you for your hard work. You can go home. I'm free to assign you until I need your help again."

"Good Father. Thank you." Thank you." Winda bowed back. I turned back and walked towards the elevator and pressed the number three on the elevator button.

In less than five minutes, I had arrived at the door. I opened the door slowly, worried about surprising the occupants inside.

The room was illuminated by the dim light coming from the sleeping lights located on the sides of the bed. My eyes are trying to adapt from the minimal lighting and look around.

The first thing I saw was a large bed in the middle of the room. On the bed was a feminine figure lying on my back.

Just looking at his figure from behind already made my heart pound. I approached the figure slowly. Every step that brought me closer to him made my heart beat even louder. I wanted to run and grab that body in my arms. But I have to hold back. I don't want to bother my woman who might be asleep.

As soon as I arrived nearby, I immediately bowed my body. I looked at the face I missed so much. Khansa seemed to be sound asleep. His breath was blowing very regularly. Longing and happy become one.

I gently kissed the temple, "I'm home baby, I'm asleep, aren't you?"

There was no movement on Khansa's body. Maybe my beloved is really asleep. I pulled out my body and lay down next to it. Keep his body in the arms. I breathed in all the scents I missed so much. I've gone home. Khansa is the home where I come home.

I miss the smell of her body. I miss her body warm. I miss his smile. I miss everything that was on her. I tightened my embrace. Convince myself that I am really hugging her.

"Is it really sleeping? Wake up dear dong. I miss..." Kukecupi. Hoping to do so would wake my beloved. But Khansa remained unmoved. Looks like he's really good. Maybe he's tired. I couldn't bear to wake her up any further.

I don't know how long I've had that conversation. Slowly the sleepiness began to attack. Unbeknownst to me, in the end I went to dreamland while holding Khansa in my arms.

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The sunlight that had fallen through the gaps of the curtains that were not tightly closed disturbed my sleep. Without opening my eyes, my hands spontaneously began to search for Khansa. Wanted to hold the woman's body in arms. But my hands feel empty. I can't find Khansa anywhere.

I opened my eyes to confirm his presence. I spread my eyes all over the bed. I can't find Khansa anywhere. Even I opened the blanket, but he wasn't there.

There was a bad feeling in my heart. I've felt this feeling before. The day Khansa left me after we had a night together. One of the worst days of my life. To think that it would happen again raises fear in the heart. I started to panic.

I got out of bed and started looking for her in the room.

"Darling, where are you? Darling?" I went to the toilet and the locker room, but Khansa couldn't find it. The longer the fear begins to come. I'm afraid Khansa will leave me again.

I try to control my emotions. Convince yourself that Khansa will never leave me again. The house is spacious, not just confined to this room. Maybe Khansa wasn't in this room, but she could have been in another room.

Having such thoughts, I went straight out of the room and searched for Khansa on every floor. The third and second floors, I did not find any whereabouts. My heart was pounding again, afraid that Khansa would really leave my life again.

Stepping on the first floor, a feeling of relief came over when I heard her voices coming from the direction of the pantry. I ran a little towards the origin of the sound.

From the kitchen door, I saw his figure. A feeling of immeasurable relief came approaching. I leaned against the door while watching him closely.

Khansa seemed to be talking casually and jokingly with ART. Seeing that made my feelings soften. I slowly approached him. ART realized my existence and looked surprised. I gave her a code to slowly move away from the room.

"Mbak Asih wondered where I was from? I'm from a small town in Jatim Mbak. When I was a kid, eating like this was a luxury. I used to eat one pack of noodles divided by three people." said Khansa. He was not aware that the person he was talking to started to leave the room secretly.

I arrived right behind Khansa without the woman noticing. Slowly but firmly my hands began to wrap around her body and,

"But now you can eat anything as much as you love, cup..." I pecked his shoulders, nape and cheeks together. Khansa's body stiffened, perhaps she was surprised by my sudden arrival.

The hug the more I hold. My lips still did not stop kissing her while expressing a longing for her. Several times I expressed feelings, but Khansa did not budge. He didn't respond to my words. Even he seems to think I don't exist. Khansa why? Have I made a mistake?

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