Because of the Trash

Snowballs

Ayu has been allowed to go home this morning, he is waiting for Angga to complete the administrative costs as well as the medicine that Ayu still has to drink.

There was no happiness and joy on his face, he just stared blankly at the window.

The door opened, Ayu glanced at the door and found Angga walking closer to her.

"Darling, let's go home!" invite Angga and immediately embraced by Ayu. Their belongings were first put in the trunk of the car.

"Here, your phone is Papa Benerin and the data inside will not be lost," said Angga gave Ayu cellphone while in the car.

"Thank you, Pa" said Ayu and immediately replied with a smile from Angga.

Ayu turned on her dead phone, after a while. It instantly turns on the data and instantaneously the message notifications from various applications are heard.

She prefers to open the green app first, looking a lot who messaged her either college friends or the community.

One message that made him impatiently open it, with his hands shaking and eyes dewy again. Finally, Ayu opened the message in her application.

[I'll be back, after we get back we'll get married. I don't care if you've graduated college or not yet, I don't want that supposed to have to be mengikhlasi just because of my delay!]

One message from Akhtar seen from his time was yesterday when he might have been on the plane.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" tanya Angga looked back.

"Akhtar says he's coming back Pa, is this true? He sent a message that he would be back, thinking that he would actually arrive in Japan safely. But ...." Ayu's voice paused, he could not connect the sentences he wanted to say.

"Already, Honey. You calm down, Akhtar is a strong boy! He will definitely be fine, don't think too negatively about him, trust me God will definitely be with him!" firmly Angga who tries to calm down.

Ayu nodded, he sighed and did not forget to be privileged so that the devil did not make himself again dissolve in uncertain sadness.

In the face of the streets and the building from the windshield, Ayu hugged her mobile phone, 'You will come back! Got to! Because you promised, be strong wherever you are. We will always pray and wait for your return!' inner Ayu wiped away the tears and tried to smile.

There are three things women cannot stand; tears, jealousy and curiosity. So, there is no need to say that women are the most crybaby creatures.

Because, they are not whiny but everything they use feelings. It's like that already.

The ringing sound of the phone made Ayu avert her eyes, Caca's name on the gadjet screen.

"Assalamualaikum, hello what's wrong Auntie?" tanya Ayu opened the conversation first.

"Waalaikumsalam, darling. You're out of the hospital? I'm so sorry Aunt couldn't pick you up from the hospital, yes," explained Caca from sebrang with a tone that was more robust than yesterday.

"Yes, Aunt. No papa, really. How, Aunt. Is there any development on Akhtar?"

"Later in the afternoon they said there will be some bodies that will be taken to the airport first," explained Caca with a soft look.

Deg ...!

As if being struck by lightning in the morning, Ayu felt in her chest filled with rocks that made her difficult to breathe.

"A-is Akhtar's body one of Tan's?" tanya Ayu stammered but could still hold her clear circle.

"Not yet, dear. But pray that it's not him. If you want to come, just go to the airport later in the afternoon around 4. You can rest first thing this morning and noon to get better at it."

"Yaudah if that's the case, Auntie just wants to be with that. Assalamualaikum, "greetings Caca in sebrang.

"Waalaikumsalam," Ayu answered and turned off the call.

"What's wrong?" ask Angga who has been listening to the conversation of his daughter from earlier.

"Later in the afternoon there will be bodies taken to the airport, not knowing his identity. Instead, we invited Aunt Caca to see with the bodies of the victims of the plane crash. Make the mastiin Akhtar or not in one of the bodies," explained Ayu with an agitated hand.

"Yaudah, you will be delivered to the driver. Let Papa go to his office by taxi."

"No papa, Papa was ushered in first. It's a new afternoon to the city."

"Oh, fine that's it." Ayu nodded with a smile, she also had to be patient and stoic later.

'There's no way that's Akhtar, he'll promise to come back later!' inner Ayu with a smile that does not disappear from her lips.

The car carrying Ayu has arrived at the yard, "Pa, Ayu enter first, yes. I miss the room and Bibik" said Ayu smiled and got out of the car first.

Angga nodded and stared softly at his daughter who was getting away from the car, "Papa hope, you don't really expect that Akhtar is still Yu's life," lirih Angga by wiping the tip of his eyes using a thumb.

"Sir, help bring down Ayu's stuff, yes," Angga said staring at the driver and immediately taken in.

They got out and walked into the trunk of the car picking up Ayu's used belongings to be in the hospital that time.

Tok .. tok .

"Yes, Pa?" yelled Ayu from inside.

"This is the stuff, kid!"

"Start, Pa."

Kukhin ...!

Ayu opened the door with her hand carrying the object, "What are you carrying it for, honey?" tanya Angga knitted his brows.

"This is from Akhtar Pa, let him have the spirit to live and be able to come back here again because Ayu has hugged the item he gave," Ayu explained smiling towards Angga.

The snowball, yes, the snowball that Akhtar gave as a gift to Ayu because it had accompanied Leon that time to choose a gift.

"Yaudah, you're getting your stuff done, yeah. After that, shower and pray Dhuha later, pray Akhtar to quickly return. Papa's coming to the office, don't forget you're making breakfast again!" angga orders and immediately replied to a nod by Ayu.

Ayu kissed the back of Angga's hand and brought his suitcase into the room to machine the items in it.

"Sir, please accompany Ayu also live the talk about; fate and others that make her not hope. I was afraid, he was wondering because he was too hopeful that Akhtar would come home to see him," Angga's orders looked at his aide and was immediately given a nod.

"Good, Sir!"

Angga came out of the house with mixed feelings, he was afraid if reality was inversely proportional to their expectations.

He did not want, something happened to Ayu due to the fact. He just felt almost lost and did not want to lose again.