Horizons

Episode 100's

- Khanza

(Five months later)

Khanza.you should always be happy.

It's just your smile that makes my heart beat.

Doain I'm taking home.

Inget my message. Don't forget to eat. Get enough rest. Don't be recalcitrant. Don't fight with your Papa anymore. You should always be happy.

I love you.

***

I woke up with the same dream for the umpteenth time. Among the messages of Kendra, there is one that can make me able to survive at the bottom of my life.

It's just your smile that makes my heart beat.

My subconscious seemed to repeat and keep repeating those words, until I finally thought, what if the magic exists. If I keep my smile, will God also keep his heartbeat? Kendra says I have to be happy. Kendra says I can't be reckless anymore with Papa. If I keep the two messages, will the miracle come?

The sound of the dawn Adhan began to roar. I just realized, my face is still used neatly. It looks like I fell asleep on the prayer mat while I was praying last night. I let out a breath. How else should I ask for a miracle. All the ways I tried. Including being closer to the Almighty. But still, the news about Kendra did not exist. It has been six months since the incident, but his body has not been found.

My memory goes back to the aftermath of the disaster. The days when the news never came brought news of the very person I was later on. At the time, I really had no passion for life. How Papa cried near my increasingly weakened heartbeat. How his voice kept begging me to fight to get up. If only my subconscious hadn't recorded Kendra's voices and her last messages, I might have given up.

My hand reaches the tip of the face before releasing it to take the water again. After the morning prayers, I went to the kitchen. Of course, my housekeeper was already busy preparing breakfast this morning.

"Bik, cook what?"

"Khanza who fried the tempeh yes, bik"

"Be careful non, the fire is small, later charred"

This is my daily life now. Every morning my schedule is ngerecokin Bik Siti, my housemaid, cooking in the kitchen. Itung-itung learn to cook. Later if Kendra comes home would be keen to see his future wife already quite able to cook.

Ken, your future wife can already fry tempeh loh. Yes, although sometimes there are items in your kayak. But it's still good. No plans to go home?

Alas, although it has been repeatedly tried but Khanza and kitchen is not a wise combination.

"aaa... Bibik... pleasein.. the oil is creeping, Khanza is afraid.." I shouted while squatting covered the head with a pot.

The savior I came across was poked up from the sink, "Oh non, my aunt already said the fire was small. Also don't throw it in"

"If not thrown by the hand of Khanza who hit dong. It'll be deket same oil"

"It's precisely because it was thrown into a kayak gini."

Did ya? Drop aja dong water from the temple met the same hot oil will surely sound bresss like heavy rain. His voice was more horrified than Kendra's simulated war training.

"This is a fried bibik. Non-methycin spinach alone." The spatula in my right hand was immediately taken over. Huh, even though I'm learning to be a wife who can cook.

Ken, tomorrow-tomorrow if you want to eat fried tempeh, just fry yourself.. Crumpled oil turns out to be more horrified than your rifle.