Horizons

Episode 103's

Once again I looked in the mirror. Lips are polished thin peach nude color, a slight reddish hue on the cheeks, and small earrings dangle over the shoulders. My look is perfect, but not my heart.

Ken, you don't worry. You are the only one in my heart. Like Papa said, I just want to meet him. Papa also promised not to force me anymore. No one can take your place in my heart. I-i promise. 

"Non, the guest has come" Bibik's voice from behind the door.

"Sir, please help Khanza this right" I pointed to the hook on the back of my neck that was loose.

"Here.here. Well, non Khanza is beautiful. Candidates must be stunned by non beauty. Eh, Bibik was already struggling loh non. Ualah, pisan casep candidate non. Tall sturdy sturdy, like it would be mighty deh non." Nothing funny, but Bibik giggles himself. This is what I want to apply to, why be a Bibik who is as comfortable as a smile.

"Loss if you don't want to. He is polite too. Carrying authoritative. Another handsome" he added. "Udah yuk. Waiting for below"

I was breathing. Ken, no matter what happens, you'll always have a place in my heart.

The stairs downstairs felt very long. With my heart beating fast I went down one by one his steps. Slowly began to look furniture in the middle room. There was a red sofa placed opposite the guest chair in front of him. Papa sat there, looking busy chatting with his guests, a man a little older than Papa and a middle-aged woman with a large hood closing her chest. His face was familiar to the eyes. Have we met before?

And on the last step I saw it. The man who came to propose. Wearing a skullcap and a batik shirt. Sit down where I stand.

"Khanza, salim used to be here" Papa hinted with his hand for me to walk closer.

The attention of the couple sitting in front of Papa turned to me. Unostentatious. That's the most appropriate word to describe them. Papa's guests are usually men in Executive shirts with Zyats' latest leather shoes. Or the wife of the official with a dozen gold bracelets in both hands. But this time only a simple husband and wife, wearing batik dress patterned kawung. Black skulls on a man's head, and a wide headscarf covers the woman.

With a raging feeling I kept moving forward. And when my foot was right next to the man who was sitting on my back a moment ago, my steps came to a halt. The man got up from his chair and faced me. The tail of my eye caught the blink of his face. I'm petrifying. With my heart beating fast, I ventured to turn my body and raise my head. No. gabe.. This is impossible. My eyes don't look wrong, do they? It's not a dream, is it?

I turned around to seek reassurance from Papa. The man who spent half his life raising me just smiled and nodded gently. Means right. What I saw was true. It's not just an illusion. It's not just a dream.

"Sa, I'm home." A long-awaited voice. A person long missed. Now stand with a smile that is too long gone.

"Ken.dra" my lips quivered calling out his name. Tears just fell. My body feels weak without energy. Until somehow, the man's embrace brought me to tears in his arms.

"I miss you sweatheart, miss you so much." she shrieked near the ear.

No more words spoken. But the sound of heart beating in rhythm is enough to tell how long we are waiting for each other.

*Kendra, my half that was lost, is back. *

Welcome to dear...

Those days of waiting are gone.

THE END