Assalamualaikum Captain

Without Joo Young (2)

Wirma enjoys the cool morning air from the balcony of her son, Nayla. After the dawn prayer, the middle-aged woman decided to go to her son's room because of the longing that always afflicted her.

Eight days have passed since the day of the accident. Now, he begins to resolve to live the day with the fact that Nayla will never come back with them.

"Ma, you're here as it turns out."

Robbi finally breathed a sigh of relief when she found her wife standing on the balcony of Nayla's room. Because the woman just passed from before him when they had finished performing the morning prayer together.

Wirma looked over and smiled.

"Sorry," he said.

The two-stacked road that was clearly visible from the balcony of the room began to be crowded with four-wheeled and two-wheeled riders. Currently, in Gorontalo is showing six o'clock over thirty minutes.

Robbi hugged his wife's shoulder as she was on Wirma's left.

"Mas also misses Nayla" he said, knowing that she was missing their beloved daughter.

"I never thought we would lose our two children in this way" Wirma said.

"Sstt, it's the will above."

"I know Mas. But, there's one thing I've regretted lately" he stared at Robbi's bead eyes.

"What's that?"

"We don't have time to tell the truth about the status of our two children."

"What do you mean?"

"You know very well Mas, that Nayla and Naufal are not siblings."

Robbi's face hardened to hear the fact that he had long buried.

"I told you, don't ever talk about this," he threw his gaze into the courtyard of the house.

"I know, but we can't escape that reality. They're not siblings."

"Free Wirma. They are gone now" Robbi said sadly.

Rice has become a porridge. Perhaps that sentence could represent the current state of the two of them. For years hiding the reality of their two children who with the destiny of God love each other, but their egos are so big, that the tragedy of the accident Naufal and Nayla managed to take the life of the young man.

Still vividly remembered by Wirma at that time, his first meeting with baby Nayla. So stifling was her heart as a woman and a mother.

October 1996

Wirma moved from her seat and approached Robbi who was currently waiting in line to register their luggage. They are currently at Kuala Lumpur International Airport for a return trip to Indonesia.

"Mas, I'm going to the toilet for a second yeah."

Robbi nodded in response. The woman in red turned and stepped towards the nearest toilet.

It didn't take long for Wirma to urinate, the woman came out and was about to wash her hands in the sink. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he washed his hands.

Wirma frowned when she heard the sobs of someone who came from the last toilet in the room.

He slowly approached the source of the sound and knocked on the door slowly.

"Excuse me, mrs" he said.

Still sounds from inside. A second later, the toilet door opened.

"May? Oh, my God."

Wirma was surprised to find one of her classmates during her senior high school days with a bruise on her left cheek as well as a small cut on the corner of her lip. Even more surprising, the two babies who were in his arms. The frail woman was holding her two children who were still fast asleep.

"Wirma," heeled. Suddenly his tears flowed back.

"What is this thing? Why is it like this?" Wirma moved around observing the woman's entire body.

His hand moved to bring Maya closer to the sink where she had been standing. Luckily, the toilet is currently quiet. There were only the two of them as well as the two babies that the woman had brought.

"This is your son?" ask Wirma.

The woman nodded. Her tears flowed again looking at the sinless faces of the two babies.

"MasyaaAllah, the beauty of these two slaves," Wirma smiled faintly but the look on her face grew anxious again.

"You're kenape? Story ka me," his hand moves holding both of Maya's shoulders.

"My husband is crazy, Wirma" she shed her tears again. "He owes a lot to the Chinese traders in our village. Because he can't pay, he pawns me to the dealer. I'm not going to. I ran away from the village carrying these two slaves. Because that crazy guy, wants to sell my kids too. I'm not going to be a slave*** and lose these kids."

"I ran away from the airport because I wanted to go to Korea where I was staying. But I'm not sure he's alive no, I've been missing contact for a long time," he looked at Wirma with his puffy eyes. "I don't know what to do. My money is not enough to buy tickets for three people. Help me, Wirma," he said.

Wirma was silent and sad to hear the story of his friend. His hand moved to reach into the sling bag he was wearing and took his wallet out of there.

"This," without hesitation, she reached out her hand holding an International credit card for her six-year wedding anniversary gift to Robbi. For him, money is not a problem as long as it is to help others in need.

"Take it. Buy a ticket for your son and go somewhere safe."

Maya shook her head.

"This isn't what I need help from you, Wirma."

"Then what?"

Maya shed her tears, "Bring one of my children with you. Please take care of him like your own son. Because I'm not sure I can live them together. I'm also afraid, if that man knows my hiding place and does something crazier to me and these kids."

"At least, if I were found and killed by that man, there would be one of my children still alive."

Wirma snorted again hearing his statement. As a mother, of course she wants the best for her child even though she has to sacrifice her life.

"Help me, Wirma" Maya said.

Wirma looked at both of Maya's faces. His heart was so sad when he remembered if he did not miscarry, of course the baby branch he contains now he can carry.

"Whose name?" wirma asked as she stroked the tiny cheek of one of Maya's children.

"It's Nayla. He's the older one. This one is Kayla" Maya replied as she looked at her son who was in her left hand.

"They were born five days ago" he added.

Wirma takes over baby Nayla from Maya's hands.

"I,"

"Thank Wirma. Thanks though. Please take care of my son like your son" he cried again.

"Go away. Bring this card to start your new life with Kayla. I promise I'll take care of Nayla with all my heart, like my real son."

Maya tears her eyes while looking at Wirma's bead eyes that are now also glazed.

He received the card offered by Wirma with a heavy heart.

"Thank Wirma. I won't forget your help."

"Originally you promised to live well and meet your son again. I want her to know one day that you're her real mother."

Maya nodded, "I can't promise. But I'm gonna try to stay alive for my kids."

Maya approaches Nayla's baby face in Wirma's arms.

"Mama go first, son. You have to live and stay healthy with your new family. If God allows you to live long, you will surely see you again" he kissed the smooth cheek of baby Nayla.

"Thank you again Wirma. I'm leaving, Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumussalam warahmatullah."

Wirma looked at Maya's back, which was now moving away from the toilet room. The woman hastened her steps with anxiety that her husband could find his position now.

"Oh my God, I believe what is happening now is your destiny. But, how do I explain it to Robbi's family later?" wirma said slowly.

"Especially Naufal" he added.

"You're here it turns out."

The sound made him look up.

"Bag,"

"Whose child is this? How can it be on you?" ask the man.

"I'll explain later. Let's get out of here, "his hand is about to pull Robbi's hand out of the front of the toilet.

"Where to? we'll be on a flight soon."

"We're postponing our return tonight. Come Mas. We're back home now" Wirma said with emphasis.

Robbi sighed resignedly, "Wait a minute, Mas cancel our luggage first," he said and immediately passed from before Wirma.

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"Can you please? We treat this child like our son." Wirma.

Robbi was still silent as she looked at the innocent face of baby Nayla. Instantly open the affection of a father in his mind. His hand moved around stroking the baby's face fondly.

"Whoever, I love this child too" he whispered but could still be heard by Wirma.

Wirma looked at him with a haru look and smiled. Instantly she hugged her husband's body and cried on his shoulder.

"Thank you. Thank you Robbi, "he stretched his arms and stared fixedly at the man's bead. For him, Robbi's words just now could be the answer to his request.

"I love you," he peeked at Robbi's cheek so briefly and immediately kissed Nayla's cheek with anxiety. Wirma felt very lucky to have a husband who loved her very much and understanding with her. Now he feels his life is perfect. The husband she loved and the two children became complementary.

I promise to keep my promise, May. You must survive.

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"good. For daily pronunciation of sentences, you can start. But her tone was not yet Korean," Na Ra laughed. "You must be diligent in practicing," he added.

Ji Kyung laughs and nods, "Good. Na Ra's teacher's mother," he said, which immediately made Na Ra smash her lips.

"And for the formal language is adjusted. As in this book," Na Ra again explained what was written in the book to Ji Kyung.

Ten minutes went by, exactly one hour over thirty minutes session hour study Ji Kyung walked. The girl seemed very attentive to the explanation and direction of Na Ra.

"Aaahh, it's finally over, too" Ji Kyung said as she stretched the muscles of her hands.

Na Ra smiled at him.

"May I ask?"

Ji Kyung nodded, "Sure."

"Sorry, do you have a boyfriend?"

Ji Kyung smiled clumsily, "em, yes. More precisely the husband?" he sounded unsure.

Na Ra frowned briefly then sighed, "Well, I thought you didn't have a boyfriend. I was planning to introduce you to my sister."

"But why do you sound so unsure about your future husband?" ask Na Ra again.

"Well, as you know. I lost my memory. The only thing I remember is my belief in God."

"Oh, I get it. It's hard for you to trust anyone else, right?"

Ji Kyung nodded softly, "I'm trying to believe it" he replied.

"Who's the guy?"

"Kim Joo Young," Jia replied as she blushed. For the first time she mentioned her status as the lover of the man.

"Well, I don't think. I thought you were cousins or friends. Captain Kim didn't tell you more about you either."

"Oh yeah?"

Na Ra nodded her head, "Yes. He was just saying the reason why you should study at the hospital" he replied.

"Oh so. Maybe he thinks that this is privacy, so it can't be just any story to tell, '" Jia said.

"But Ji Kyung, are you Korean too?"

Jia nodded doubtfully, "From what Joo Young told me like that. My mother is Malaysian and my father is Korean. And since I was a kid I only lived in Malaysia, which is why I can't speak Korean" she explained.

"Oh yeah? But why do I feel your face is not foreign. Like we've met, but I forgot where and when," Na Ra scratched his nape.

"Maybe your feelings are Na Ra," Jia smiled.

Na Ra pursed her lips, "Yes, maybe so," she returned her smile.

"Our family, there is only one Muslim." Na Ra starts the story when there is no discussion between them.

"Who?" jia asked curiously.

"My second brother. Korean name Jung Yu Jin. His Islamic name is Alfatah Abdullah. She's been a Nausea for the past three years."

"Well, Alhamdulillah. It's been increasing brotherhood."

"My brother has fallen in love with Islam since he was assigned to be Captain of the UN peacekeeping force in Iraq. He's a second-rate special forces captain at the moment. And now it's on a special mission to Albania. Maybe a few days back."

"School?" unknowingly Jia said that word.

Na Ra frowned at Jia's words.

"School?" na Ra asked repeating the girl's words.

Jia looked at him, "Yes. What is the place for a soldier's mission to be called a school?" jia asked Na Ra.

Na Ra seemed to weigh in then nodded.

"Sister Yu Jin also once told me that when he was going on a mission, it meant that he was in school. Because while on the battlefield, they soldiers will fight with all their might to win. Their attempt to win is what they learn. Fighting to try to stay safe is the same as they are learning to train their abilities during a new war or mission. Maybe that's why when they went to the battlefield, they said they were going to school" he chuckled. While Jia was only Oh-ria while smiling.

"Oh well Ji Kyung, can we take a picture of the two of us?"

Jia nodded her head, "Sure."

Cheerfully, Na Ra changed seats beside Jia. The two girls posed for selfies several times.

"I'll upload it to Instagram. Do you have an Instagram account?" ask Na Ra.

"I don't have one" Jia replied.

The girl beside him let out a short sigh, "Well, fine. Will I upload yah?" he asked for approval from Jia.

Smiling, the girl nodded.

Na Ra uploaded their photos to her Instagram account and added the caption Sista 🌷 on the photo.

"Hello, Oppa?" he said after receiving the call that went into his phone.

"Have you been in the parking lot? Okay, I'll be there soon."

The girl disconnected her phone and immediately tidied up the books and laptops she was carrying.

"Have anyone picked you up?" jia asked who saw Na Ra tidying up his luggage.

"Yes, my brother was the first one waiting for me in the parking lot."

Jia is just Oh-ria looking at her.

"I said good-bye first Ji Kyung. I'll see you tomorrow."

Na Ra waved her hand at Jia as she had reached the threshold of Jia's ward.

"See you tomorrow" he said, replying to Na Ra's hand until the door closed perfectly.

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"How was it today?" yong Hwa asked when Na Ra had gotten into his car.

"Current brother. My students this time are smart. He could memorize in a short time and also persevered to follow the instructions from me. No wonder, he can speak English and Japanese," said Na Ra while wearing a seat belt.

"Oh yeah? Good though. That's a sign he's not bothering his brother's dear brother, "he chuckles and starts running his car.

The black sports car began to split the city streets after coming out of the hospital grounds.

"I have a picture of him, brother. Wanna see?"

"Can."

"This is it sis," he said after successfully opening the media photos on his phone.

Na Ra thrust out her phone screen so that it could be seen by Yong Hwa. And just as the man was about to glance at Na Ra's phone, the ringing of his phone distracted him.

"Before deck," he said as he grabbed his phone on the dashboard.

Na Ra pursed her lips while pulling her hand back.

"Ck. Habits. It must be an office business again," hardiknya to Yong Hwa who always prioritizes the interests of the company even though it is outside working hours.

The girl took her eyes off Yong Hwa who was busy talking to someone on her phone.

********to be continued*****

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