Aira And Aria

11. Last Day

“Although that's the case, I still want to thank you, Aria. After years of waiting, last month I heard his voice calling my name again. Even I cried it made. I don't know

when was the last time he called me. All this time he's only been contacting me through chat. Always refusing to talk. But at that time he himself called first. She told me a lot about her new school, and an older sister named Aria. Since then, he's been calling me almost every week. And in the story there is always your name. So today I decided to meet you. It may be trivial to others, but to me, you have become a very meritorious person. I'm sure Aira thinks like that. Thank you, Aria..”.

The words of Lord Kak continue to ring in the head. Until it makes me unable to sleep all night. I kept thinking about whether Aira was really grateful for my presence, or just now she was sorry?

Brother Dewa had asked me to come to the house and see Aira who was still reluctant to enter school. But I still did not dare and immediately refused. My courage has not yet appeared at all. I don't know when I've been such a coward.

Sunday I went by and locked myself in my room all day. Even the mother was a little astonished to see me who usually could not stay for long in the house. But I am still lazy to do anything, lazy to meet other people, even lazy even though just to step foot into the stall

across house.

“Ya, mom log in yes.”

I heard mother's voice after there was a knock on the door. I didn't answer anything, but mother's head was already poking out from behind the door. She smiled as she looked at me who was lying helplessly on the bed.

“You sick?” tanyanya while holding my forehead. But of course he felt nothing. “Mom worried look at you lately suddenly lethargic like gini. Anything you didn't tell me about mom?”

“I'm confused, Bu.”

“Why?”

“I can't figure out why there are parents who are so happy that they make their children throw away their dreams. How does he want to succeed if his parents just do not support?”

“What do you think success has to do with parental support?”

“There you are, Mom. The proof, I can only be confident because the father and mother are always supportive under any circumstances.”

I felt my mother's hand caressing my head gently. “Yes, there is indeed a lucky child who can feel the affection of parents. There are also those who are less fortunate and can not feel all that. But that does not mean that the disadvantaged child can not succeed in achieving his dream. Because there are still many things that can provide support and enthusiasm, it does not always have to be parents.”

“Hmm..” my response is short. I know you're just trying to encourage me.

“You certainly don't know if your father used to be strongly opposed by his parents when he said he wanted to be a pilot?”

This time, she managed to steal my attention. I sat down and looked at him. Curious about the continuation of a story I have never heard.

“He was forced to become a PNS and always said that the pilot was not a good job, because he often went far and left the family. I know maybe it's one form of parental concern, but your father at that time certainly didn't think until there.”

“Keep, daddywapain it?”

“What, Mom?”

“So basketball athletes.”

“Hah, how can?”

“Can, dong. The proof, until now he managed to become a disabled athlete who has often competed abroad. From there your father began to get the courage to show that he would succeed by becoming a pilot. Do you know what the result was?”

I spontaneously looked at the wall. Where there's a picture of me, mom and dad in his pilot uniform. We took a picture at the airport before Dad left for work. A photo taken a few months before my father left us for good.

“It looks like dad loves the sky so much huh, Mom?”

“Mothers to the point of never being made jealous of the sky. To the extent that your name just made it like that.”

“But, now must be a happy father. Can continue to be up there.”

Mom smiled at my spontaneous words and rubbed my head back until my hair fell apart.

“Udah, you don't be moody anymore huh! I'm sure your friend isn't that weak. Maybe he just needs support and encouragement from someone.”

“Iya.. thanks yes, Bu.”.

Talking to my mom always made me feel relieved. Even though I often fight with him just because of trivial things. But I know you love me and take care of me all the time. I admire him.

The relief finally allowed me to sleep peacefully. But I again had to be surprised by the incoming phone in the morning blind.

“Halo, Aria. This Dewa.”

“Iya... What's the matter, Brother?”

“Sorry to interrupt early in the morning. I know you still don't feel good to meet Aira. But I just

I want to say that Aira is not going back to school. Dad decided to transfer her to another school out of town. Somehow I feel like it won't fix things.”

“When Aira go, Brother?”

“This jiang.”