K&K (Taste Features)
5. Silver Bride
Haikal drove his car at a speed exceeding the limit. It feels like demonic possession. He stopped at the airport parking lot. Then half ran, passing some people roughly. Then punch one of the accident information officers Kencana Air RQ30144 aircraft.
The officer fell down and endured the pain in his cheek. Some people immediately arrested Haikal.
“Where is your boss? Whoareyou? Dare to stop the search for victims. Why should it be stopped?” snapped Haikal.
His eyes lit up with anger.
“Quiet sir. The search limit for victims has exceeded the specified time,” said one officer.
“Then? Are you saying they're dead? You have not found the body. Who do you dare to act like God?” Haikal has gone out of control.
He punched the officer who answered his question earlier. A commotion began to occur in the accident information post area. Haikal's rampage was so strong that even though the security guards tried to contain him, they were a little overwhelmed.
Haikal was disabled when several other security personnel arrived and assisted by visitors. He was immediately secured in one of the security rooms.
Haikal did not need to stay there for long. His family soon came in with a famous lawyer and gave bail and made a statement. Haikal's family lawyer has also compensated the information officer with ten million in damages whose left cheek was bruised.
They do not want this incident to be brought into the realm of law and known to the public. Although the incident has been recorded on the mobile phone of visitors and widespread throughout the virtual world.
“Already Haikal. We have to accept reality.” Ms. Anna reminded as they walked towards the car park.
“Ma, tomorrow it's our wedding. Maybe tomorrow Kezy will come. Haikal has prepared everything for tomorrow.”
Miss Anna shook her head. His son is getting sane. Haikal has issued two hundred invitations for the marriage contract, and seven hundred invitations for the reception. He had prepared everything as if tomorrow Kezy would actually be present at the event.
***
Sunday morning at ten. The marriage will be held in an hour. Several guests began to arrive at Anna's home.
Haikal was ready in a shiny old grey suit. My mom is not dressed yet.
“Sorry, Son. Mama can't.” Miss Anna looked down, shedding sad tears.
He could not see the sad and embarrassing events caused by the bride who never came because she was declared dead. Ms. Anna sat at the dresser looking at a picture of her late husband.
“Why is my mom like this? Today is Haikal's happy day, Ma. Why is mom not on Haikal's side to accompany?” Haikal looked at his mother in disappointment.
“This is not true. We shouldn't be doing this.”
“I don't care about people's opinions, Ma. Today Kezy will be my wife. And Haikal really expects mama to come.” Haikal came out the door upset.
The wedding ceremony was held at his home. Because it can not be done in the Netherlands, Kezia family home. Some of the guests looked concerned. They came to honor Haikal.
Although they knew about the circumstances of Haikal's future wife was one of the Kencana Air passengers who had an accident, while the SAR team and the airline had stopped searching for victims and stated that there were likely no survivors.
Penghulu had come ten minutes before the event. Haikal and the ruler sat facing each other. The guests started whispering uneasily. Fifteen minutes waiting, the bride hasn't arrived yet.
“Mas, which female candidate? Where are the marriage guardian and the female witness? Is his house far away?” ask the ruler politely.
“Eh, yes sir. Waita minute. He's definitely coming.”
Haikal's older sister, Neny, looked sadly at her sister's face. She sits next to her husband and four-year-old son.
One hour's gone.
The invitations began to grow sultry. One by one they resigned to go home. Finally, there are a few people left.
“Mas, try to contact maybe something happened or got stuck,” reprimand penghulu. Haikal was silent. Two hours passed. Penghulu is getting impatient.
“Sorry. I have to marry someone else now. I'm going first. If the bride has arrived then I am here again.”
“But, Sir.” Haikal tried to restrain the ruler.
“Haikal. Accept reality. He won't come,” said Neny.
“No, Brother. He's definitely coming. I'm sure.”
Suddenly, Anna's mother came out of the room and headed towards the living room with shaky steps. “Haikal. Kezy has been found,” said mom accompanied by teary eyes.
Haikal and his family could hardly believe his mother's words. Haikal stood up excitedly.
“Really, Ma?” Haikal. Grateful, full of harr. It was like being above the clouds to see the stars so beautiful, the sky so limitless.
“Iya..but.he is lifeless.” Ms. Anna was still holding the phone while sobbing.
Some people held their breaths in surprise. Haikal's shoulders slumped. His face was like a dazed person. The corners of his eyes began to rise clear circles and he almost fell down.
He fell from the clouds that carried him flying high. Gratitude turned into complaining, haru changed.
***
Many journalists were in the hospital. They reported the bodies of the victims of the Kencana Air RQ30144 plane that had just been found by Indonesian fishermen. Haikal and his family broke into the autopsy room.
A corpse on top of the gurney was covered in cloth. The stench began to spread mixed with formalin that wrapped other bodies in the room.
“What is this..airplane casualty body Kencana Air?” neny asked as they approached one of the Officers who was swarming over corpses near the door. The officer nodded.
“Who is he?” ma'am Anna was curious, maybe it was the other victim and not Kezia.
“According to his physical characteristics and based on DNA tests he is Kezia Jaqcluin Suhendra. 22 Years old, Indonesian Citizen. A teacher at Blume music school in Jakarta. He was the fifth person to jump off the plane before it exploded. Unfortunately when he jumped from the plane a second later the plane exploded to make it exposed to explosive fire and also debris. Seen from the many burning marks all over his body. His hands and feet were not intact. Victims have been carried away by sea currents and yesterday only found fishermen,” explained the officer.
Haikal's hands were trembling. Her tears were dripping down one by one. He slowly opened the covering cloth on Kezia's body.
“Sorry, the victim's body is easily destroyed. Too long in the sea. So, please don't touch it one bit.”
“This...is he really Kezy? Maybe you're wrong person.” Haikal tried to entertain himself. Officer shakes.
“DNA results from Miss Kezia's parents are the same as this body. Maybe also you still recognize the items used by the victim.”
The officer then revealed the cover. There is a white gold ring circular on the left ring finger, where the fingers have paled and look soft. Their engagement rings and silver necklaces shaped G tone keys.
Thousands of swords seemed to be tearing at his heart.
“That's.our engagement ring,” he said softly. Haikal took the necklace and engagement ring with the trembling fingers.
He couldn't see Kezia's body for too long. Too horrible. Haikal felt nauseous. Head's dizzy. He ran out of the hospital with his body bent.
***
Haikal increasingly does not know the rules when driving a car by breaking red lights carelessly.
He almost hit a crosser and another vehicle in front of him. The meaning of the road users is not the least ignored. Haikal parked his car, he ran like a troublemaker to the beach.
“Argghhhhh...!!” Haikal shouted furiously. He kicked at the sand and the small waves licking his feet.
Haikal loosens ties and shirts. He sat down short while tightly grasping the last two things that were very precious to Kezia while staring at the endless corner of the sea in anger.
“Why do you have to come back in such a terrible condition Kezy? This is not what I want. Not like this,” Haikal sobbing sedan.
He was unable to accept the reality of Kezia's current condition. It's better that Kezia is never found. Her beautiful fiancee was charming and full of friendly smiles now became a lump of shapeless corpse.
How tragic.
He could not stop the waves in both corners of his eyes. Haikal drowned his face.
He sobbed.
Deteriorated.
Haikal still lamented the harsh reality unmoved from his place, though dusk looked at him with pity.
***
Ms. Sita heard the crowd in the house. Both his eyes twitched. He opened slowly, looking faintly at the ceiling of the room. Next to her husband sat in a wheelchair while contemplating.
“Mama is better?” ask the husband when he realizes his wife is pregnant.
Ms. Sita did not comment on the husband's question. He got out of bed and rushed out.
In the living room, there was clearly the sound of many people reading tahlil. She's confused.
“Bik, who died ?” asked Sita ma'am to her maid with a dazed face. The maid was confused. He simply answered the employer's question.
“Mama..” call Image from living room. The image rises from the group of readers yasin and tahlil while repairing a veil that had degenerated.
“Kirana my son..” exclaimed bu Sita stretched out her hands with a pseudo smile. Everyone turned to them, even slowly the tahlil started to subside. Bu Sita hugged Citra excitedly.
“Kirana..are you okay, son? Mama thinks we're gonna lose you. Kirana mama getting skinny well after a long time apart.” Bu Sita stroked Citra's hair.
The image and everyone there seemed confused by the attitude of Sita maam. They whispered to each other and realized something was wrong with the hostess.
“Ma.” Citra calling lirih. Eyes glazed.
“Yes, Son?”
“I..not brother, Ma. I'm not Kirana's sister. I'm Citra, the youngest son of mama.” The image could not hold back her tears.
Ms. Sita was astonished by her innocent face.
“Ah, you are Kirana,” he said chuckling as he stroked the two arms of the girl.
The image shook slowly.
“Not, Mom. I'm not Kirana's sister, I'm Citra. Her sister Kirana. I'm a mama's son too. Why did mom forget? Our faces are similar. But. I'm not Kirana's sister.” Citra felt an excruciating pain in her heart, she was so sad that she lost her mind a little or the trauma that made her mild amnesia.
His throat was stuck, so he could not speak anymore.
“Ka..lau you are not Kirana, then where is Kirana mama?” asked Sita maam stammered, she looked around trying to find out as far as her eyes could see.
Perplexities.
All were silent, even the people who read the tahlil prayer went silent stopping the reading, bowing.
No one dared to answer, it was too painful to say. It's too naive to be quiet. Some of the guests rubbed their eyes.
“Kak Kiran..dia. Away.” The image clasped the hand of the mother, trying to be strong. Bu Sita fended off Citra violently suddenly. Both of his eyes were glaring.
“Go..go where?” her tears began to seep. Fear of the harsh reality that he will hear. He would rather be lied to for now.
“He's dead, Ma. Get out of this world. Image please mama understand.” Citra's body slumped in front of Sita's legs. Sita's hands and lips were shaking.
“Go? Died?” mom Sita couldn't stand up. His knees were shaking. His body is falling. She cried in front of her youngest daughter. She hugged the crying mother.
“Kirana..my daughter...why should go, Nak.” Bu Sita wailed in Citra's arms.
