As Strong as the Mentari, as Soft as the Moon

Episode 98's. Aime...

Six o'clock exactly. Like the ticktock I just heard from a faithful watch conveying a message to me. And I gasped as I opened the window. When the Bayu caressed my face. The heat is so cold. Maybe as cold as my heart that is still drizzled.

I took a deep breath. Back to taste the aroma of the morning delivered as breezy as the baby. The smell is so special. The fragrance of flowers or earth and grass is also dew that I believe is still the same as when the light is still happy to nest in these eyes, so clear, fresh and spoiled swarming on the branches of the leaves. Ah, my heart drizzled more and more remembering all those things. Everything became a piece of memory that I often look at to comfort the heart.

For a moment I heard the door open. I'm sure it is. "Who...?" I said as footsteps approached me. Such a shaky and careful move. "Lord.." he said calmly. The man who has helped me a lot for a while. "What's your condition, Fara...?"Say again. I bet he was sitting on the edge of the bed not far from the window. "Fara felt, it would be better" I said smilingly turning my face to the source of his voice. "How's that hotshot you've got?" said again. "The more active, brother." I said with a small laugh. "May I feel it?" said it. I'm speechless. I tried to use the word I just heard. I'm gamang.

"Oh, if Fara objects it's okay" he said again. This time there was a small laugh that accompanied him he said. I smile. "Please if you want to feel it. Comeoverhere...She is actively moving to my right" I said, pointing to the baby's movement in my stomach. I was a little surprised when Aiman's hand rubbed my stomach. He chuckled as he followed my child's active movements.

Cup.

A kiss landed on my stomach. I'm stunned. "Sir Aiman.." I said softly. There was a question that greeted the end of my heart over Aiman's treatment. "I'm sorry." he said quickly a little vibrating. Sounded like a step away. Such a quick step. Hey..what's up? Why is Aiman so? "Sister.." called me as his steps grew faint at the end of the room. I asked more and more about the behavior of Aiman. I'm sure there's some jubilation and sadness that crawls over her soul as she touches and kisses my stomach. But what and why...?

I sat down. Reviewing the events I just experienced. I let out a breath. "Non Fara, breakfast." said Bu An. "Thank you, Miss An. There's really no need to take her to the room, ma'am. I want to have breakfast with the others" I said as I broke down a smile. I don't know if Bu An saw a smile just now or not. "Sir Aiman has breakfast, Mom?" I try to reach the side of the bed. "Mr Aiman has departed, Non. There's a meeting out of town, Non. So said Mr. Aiman" said Bu An as he grabbed my hand and helped reach the side of the bed.

"Well.."my grunts were relieved when I managed to reach the side of the bed and sat on the edge. "meeting...? What exactly is Aiman's job, ma'am?" I asked while bribing my breakfast menu after a while before trouble found it. Lucky Bu An helped me.

"Non Fara, don't know...?" ask An ma'am who I answered immediately with a smile and a headband. "I know nothing of Aiman's brother. I believed it because doctor Faaz, my husband's best friend, trusted Aiman so much. And even in these few months I have trusted him even more because of all his kindness to me. I felt her sincerity, ma'am." I was obviously quite long. "Mr Aiman is good, Non. Only fate is not on the side of Mr. Aiman" said Bu An who makes me curious. My last mouthful was taken when I heard it. Ah, maybe this is the answer. About the sadness that I felt for a moment at Aiman's brother.

"Sir Aiman why, Mom?" manya curious. I heard that Bu An sighed. "Sir.." he said stopped. Even sad that I feel for Bu An. I'm getting curious. "Bu An.." I said softly feeling also felt sad there. "Bu An couldn't tell her, Non. Sorry.." said Ms. An in a trembling voice. "It's okay, Mom. I'm sorry, making Bu An sad" I said later while ending my feed.

"Master Aiman experienced the deepest disappointment and sadness. His wife had left him in grief many times Bu An sense. His wife died during an explosion at a cafe" Bu An said. I don't know why Bu An chose to tell it. But I am certainly surprised to hear his words. Explosion at the cafe? . "Is cafe Bx, Ms. An...?" my question is getting curious. "Bu An doesn't know for sure, Non. But there are things that make Mr. Aiman. This is about the son of Mr. Aiman" said Bu An. "What's up, Miss An.." I said. "The son of Mr. Aiman was not the son of Mr. Aiman. It's Madam's child with another man" said Bu An in a trembling voice.

Deg.

"Have you finished talking about me?" said a man. I'm stunned. I'm sure it was Aiman's voice. I laughed in a bad taste. "Sorry, brother.." I said later. "It's okay. Still curious? Ask directly" said Aiman chuckling. "Sorry, Sir. Didn't you leave town?" ask Bu An. "Ditunda.." replied Aiman briefly to which Bu An immediately responded with a short o.

The sound of the ticktok clock voiced ten times. Aiman had not yet moved from a chair not far from the side of the window. I don't know what Aiman thinks, I don't know. Not even his expression can I guess. Since the light is no longer my best friend, since then I only rely on information from people around.

"Em, brother Aiman is okay?" ask me then very carefully. I heard Aiman sigh long enough. I'm sure there's a lot of turmoil surrounding his soul. "Without me realizing that my life was repeating itself at zero. After the somersault, my life is starting to have a little bit of light. Although it still looks faint, but enough to make my smile expand" he said in between a slightly irregular breath. I'm sure there's something so deep raging in his soul.

"I hope Fara is enough to wonder about me. I'm afraid Fara will be disappointed when she finds out. Enough of what Fara knows now. I want to be known as Aiman at this time only" said Aiman. "I'm sorry, sister.." I said.

"Ah.." I muttered as I felt the movement back in my stomach. My hand also immediately reflexes rubbing the stomach where baby movements begin. "Well, move again...?" said Aiman. I smile. "Feel it, Brother" I said as I pointed to my stomach area.

Then I was a little surprised when Aiman's hand came back to touch my stomach. "Here, brother." I said, pointing Aiman's hand.

Deg.

There was a strange swish while holding Aiman's hand. And for a moment my mind wandered on a piece of memory. "Sister Mirza." I said in my heart. The warmth of her hands is the same as the warmth of Mirza's sister. But it really is an impossibility. Quickly Aiman pulled his hand. Maybe he knows what I'm feeling right now. "Sister Mirza.." I said barely audibly. Even by my own ears. Could it...