Ghost Pavilion

S3 Looking Happy

"Dad, how did everyone know you?" whisper Kanya.

"really? Maybe because of the banner board at the airport, there is a Co Pilot frame, with the purpose of the task Nak. The whole airport is scattered, baby. I have an id."

"Well, how could you not be a pilot?"

"Seriously, you want to be a pilot?" azam's Smile.

"Eum. But Kanya actually wants to be a doctor, but Kanya doesn't like the smell of medicine. Especially when Dad looks up, Kanya can't stand vomiting."

"Eum. Then, I'll give up the dream of my son. So whatever, Daddy and Mommy will support."

Along the way, Bima and Kanya rambled a lot of questions on the father, making Azam's face never seem tired of the question.

Reina and Azam are now on board. Unmitigated, Azam booked a business class ticket, comfort for his two children who were beside the window, sitting opposite each other.

"Azam, you should order it as usual. Too extravagant like this." said Reina.

"I want to give my best, if my usual. I'm afraid, our benches are separated. I don't want my two children to sit apart, with like this we're compact right?"

Azam took a blanket for his two children, put on earplugs. And no delusion teaching Bima to turn on the monitor.

"Cool. Ah, Mother. Kanya and Bima once boarded a plane. But not like this. This mother is so cool."

"Yes dear. Let's put on another earplug, the noise of the plane is not good. Let's thank .."

"Thank you Dad." kissed Kanya and Bima, before Reina asked her two children to thank her, then they had spoken first.

"Same as a darling."

The two children were cool with watching the show, cold indeed that is. Azam glanced at Reina who had been cut out, and like listening to a music, looking for the voice he wanted to hear.

"Are you cold?"

"Eum, the business class with the usual, is very different. Ah, it's been a long time, even I used to work never in a special class crew. You know, I'm always on the crew of a lower-class plane."

Azam tilted his body, pulling the blanket to close up for Reina to get warmer. With a chat, Reina who touched Azam's cheek, when close warm, made Reina really wrong behavior. Glancing at her two children seriously, Azam looked at Reina's face with a smile.

Cup.

"Azam." grunts Reina, who again lowered the tone of her voice, seen her two children are also still serious.

Lightning steal kiss, make Reina again wrong behavior, stiff not many words, even Asam looked at the face of Reina looks with a deep gaze, making her groggy.

Azam even held Reina's hand, and sniffed the milk-white lenticular fingers.

"Can it be tonight we have hon-ey-mo-on" said Azam, who was broken to make Reina round.

"I'm. That eum," nervously Reina, turned towards the other chair.

The inner Reina was still very roaring, where there was nothing wrong when Azam asked for his rights, after all they were a married couple. Whether it feels, haru and happy to agglomerate, whether Reina should prepare herself.

'I think I have an idea, Azam's kindness. It's time I gave a surprise to the father of my two children.' Inner Reina, smile smile.

Then in the lyrics Azam, who furrowed his eyebrows next door, saw his wife smiling with her own smile.

"Why, who are you smiling at?" goda Azam, as if knowing the contents of Reina's head.

"No, what the hell. Don't make me salting, don't look at me rich. I'm ashamed, Zam."

"You're ashamed of me, I'm your husband?" tingling Azam's hand into Reina's waist as if reflexively behind a blanket, touched something Reina accidentally.

"Zam .." The swish made Azam again tense up, tightening his seat.

At the same time, the flight attendant said with many security codes, where the plane will take off soon, transit at SB Changi.

***

In Other Places.

Aunt Ros, currently pulled over in an old house dwelling, a shady tree like an unkempt.

"Assalamualaikum." answered simultaneously with the husband.

"Getishalam."

The middle-aged woman holding a broom, approached Aunt Ros by looking into both eyes as if remembering to remember.

"Mur's midwife, is this really his house?"

"Yes my own. Come in ma'am, sir!"

Aunt Ros doesn't recognize it, because the midwife was different. Apparently there was an accident in the hospital, making the midwife's cheek there was a burn scar.

A few hours they told me, the midwife remembered, when she opened the file.

"Alhamdulillah, the mother's child was brought in by social services. Back then a middle-aged man, it seemed like people were. He adopts a daughter, because misses his missing son brought by his ex-wife. This is the address, hopefully in the future the father of the mother can meet. This is a letter from my authority, the midwife who gave custody to the father. Hopefully received well, and smoothly yes sir .. ma'am." said midwife Mur.

"Thank you so much, midwife. I was wrong, if at that time we could redeem. Maybe our son is already in our arms, growing up with us. But we only want to look at it once, even though it's possible that the boy doesn't acknowledge we're poor birth parents."

Aunt Ros, staring at the photo and the address of the middle-aged man, looked familiar. Aunt Ros and Soup stared at each other, shocked by the photo and the address.

"Mom is sure, this man and his address?"

"Yes ma'am, 100%." smile to the midwife.

TBC.