Butterfly Cocoon

Chapter 36

Grey-colored clouds with a strong wind without direction make dry leaves fall. The sound of thunder also added to the impression of horror at this time. A woman dressed in syari stood in the library room while looking out the window.

"Sister Ara, may I have a sister's autograph in this book," asked one of the students as she handed me a purple note book. Ara turned to her while smiling and took the book with her pen from the two-pointed student's hand.

"So is it true that everything you write in the novel ‘The butterfly cocoon is a true story?"

Ara closed the notebook and gave it to the beautiful girl.

"In addition to the house of my sister, I will make sure you believe that the story of Ransi Kirania really exists and is real" said Ara softly and passed away.

The departure of Zayan, who plays Ara's brother-in-law, makes the woman make Ransi's life story as an inspiration. When Ransi started telling stories, Ara wrote on paper while listening and hearing everything Ransi told her. The story of life, romance, sins that have been committed, until the departure of Zayan, all of it is summarized in a novel entitled 'Kepompong Kupu-Kupu'.

The best seller novel and again the trend among the young people, making the readers seem to play a role in the story. Ara spends her time writing novels that she believes will be accepted by the public. It is true that the novel inspired many people and even made Ara become famous as a writer who told about the life of her own biological brother.

Not only a best seller, even the novel will be filmed by a famous director. Ara was often invited on television and went to schools and universities just to promote and convince readers that her brother Ransi Kirania had emigrated.

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Airports..

Ransi walked with a blank look while looking down. His feet accidentally touched a medium-sized suitcase.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it" he said, and Ransi turned to the owner of the suitcase.

"Rafant?" batin Ransi mentions the name of someone who has been present in his past.

"But, I want ice cream" whined a boy who was in the man's arms.

"No! We buy chocolate first new to the ice cream shop," throw girls who are estimated to be 4 years old, well more or less the same age as Alya.

Ransi looked back at Rafan's face, without him noticing Rafan looking deeply into the bead of the woman standing before him and ignoring the two boys who were whining at him.

Ransi is relieved to see Rafan has been able to forget himself and restart the story of living together with people who can certainly love Rafan.

"I'm sorry if I've been in the toilet for too long" said a pregnant woman who came holding her stomach.

"if that woman is Rafan's companion, then where is Zoya?" Ransi continued to look at the woman who was standing not far from Rafan.

Inside the veil Ransi smiled and immediately stepped away from in front of Rafan. In his heart he said, "Blessed is Raf, you must be happy with your wife and children."

"Sister Ransi," call Furqon.

Ransi approached Furqon who stood in front of the minimarket at the airport, he along with Gavin.

"Ransi, I want to talk to you." Furqon who heard Gavin's words chose to stay away and gave Gavin time to talk to his sister-in-law.

"Ran, take good care of yourself, I'm gone but my heart stays here."

"Gavin," said Ransi in alarm.

"Let our story be written in Ara's novel, a long story of adolescence with a love that will remain in my life" Gavin said.

"Gavin, the story written in the novel Ara ending would be different if the man who owned the bracelet was you, I hope in another life, he said, if we're destined to meet I want you to have that bracelet along with my love."

"Well, I hope the ending changes."

Gavin leaves, he travels to America to help his father manage the company there and still remains responsible with his duties as a lawyer.

The dark past does not always end badly in the future, although not Rafan or Gavin who Ransi loves but both leave a story that until now can still be remembered clearly.

Reuniting with Zayan is a bonus for me. Well he is both a childhood and a future that is destined to live with me even if only for a moment but contains matchless happiness. With Zayan I can smile, be happy, cry and go through the pain without having to worry. His cause of my hijrah was more perfect he taught me how to be a godly wife, to guide me to study, to be a priest in a third of the night. Well he is my Zayan Hidayatullah, belonging to Ransi Kirania.

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