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Staring at you at your kualan airport

"This airport will be a silent witness. I looked at him and fell in love with him again and again"

Medan, February 2020

I saw the sun was really at its peak. The number two metropolitan city after Jakarta is really crowded uncontrollably, especially when my husband's maroon red car crossed the road out of the Helvetia toll gate, really crowded. I glanced at the watch, the last chek in the plane is still a long time, 4 hours away. The rest of the time is what has become so precious to me, the last few days I have always been awake at night, my tears come out too much just because I am going to have a farewell with him. I am not the type of woman who easily forgets memories, especially memories with my husband for one year and more than 1 month.

"not if you have to go home, I need you." he said when I wanted to refund the plane ticket I had booked a few days ago. It was true that he said, but his heart said otherwise, his eyes did not agree to have to part with me.

Our car really stopped, squeezed an avanza car behind us and sultan hyundai santa fee car cream color soft in front. I daydreamed of enjoying the cold Ac car, my husband occasionally glanced at me, I felt it.

"Macet yank time."

As soon as his comments were always as we passed by in this Helvetia road, I smiled knotingly, hiding a lot of sadness in my heart. But I'm not good at hiding the expression for my face.

It turns out that there have been many areas that become memories here, for a short time one year with him, counting since January 11, 2019.

My meeting with Firhan in early 2019 produced an amazing story. He healed my wound, his presence to me like a dry earth in raindrops. He's my wound cure. He's erasing my pain.

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"When do you want to get married? He said you want marriage?" Said Dad in between his dinners. I smiled

"No one fits well, there is one but far from the eyes, and do not know who the person is" said ngawur then looked away. Dad's still collecting his last rice feed.

"You have successfully written a pre-wedding book, people wonder if you are not married." He then bribed his last spoonful of rice.

I chuckled then denied slowly and politely.

"Loh dad, what if we teach people the practice of our bodies should be a corpse first?"dad laughed

"Yes, you're very smart about talking. Maa shaa Allah father's son."

"Oh yes tomorrow so you go to UMSU (University of Muhammadiyah North Sumatra)? Booked a ticket ?" Dad's question made me realize, tomorrow there's a book surgeon outside Java. In Medan to be exact, the largest city number 3 in Indonesia.

"god I forgot... "

The teat for this event, I don't usually forget the important thing, since I became public speaking I never missed a second of my night before performing for practice. I can't concentrate.

Late night, the stars accompanied my lonely night.

Along the balcony I was silent staring at the mute pine tree. No touching of the paper with the writing for tomorrow's event. In this long chair I pensive for a moment, enjoying the cold mountains where I was born, enjoying coffee with a mother-made brownie to accompany my evening overtime.

The wall clock in the living room clinks melodiously. When my eyes closed, I closed the door of the balcony decorated with white lace and light blue and then fell asleep just on the mattress until dawn said hello.

"i'm leaving now, Dad." I said after heating the car.

"which mother?" My welcome after cheering dad.

"Later for the father who gave you yes, the condition of your heart is chaotic to see you famous" said the father with a big smile. I'm nagging. Surprised by my mother's attitude, she was never close to me and rarely thought to my brain. However, I knew my mother loved me very much.

I left in my light blue jazz car. Mr. Parman drove me to Adisucipto airport in Yogyakarta.

In Central Java I stopped by, only Adisucipto Airport provides direct flights to Medan. Unlike the Adi Soemarmo airport in Solo and Ahmad Yani airport in Semarang which requires passengers to transit in Jakarta.

"Sir Yasmin, there's a note from my father." Mr. Parman gave me an envelope.

I know it's money. Dad's habit of giving me pocket money, even though I already have my own income even though it's not much.

Airports are crowded, I see some of them are crying hugging their brother who will wander perhaps. There was also a mother and her son waving weakly full of tears on his cheek at a man.

And there are also those who laugh loosely holding their 4-year-old son take off his misses. The airport is a place to cry. I know that, there are those who cry because they are happy, there are also those who rebuke because the screams of his heart release the people he loves.

My step up to the plane seat number 5A with a light green Citilink pattern. A loud roar of the plane rang out, the drizzle not blocking this flight.

"Prepare for take off"

The pilot's speech was heard from the loudspeaker making the engine's roar faster, the plane began to walk to take position and run at maximum speed then lift the iron body left the Yogyakarta airstrip.

Next to me is a man who may not be far from me. At first glance I saw him.

"Ehm mbak ?" Apply while allowing glasses.

"Ah yes, yes ? Why?"

"You want to go to the field?"

"Sama dong's. Tell me one destination." It's weird that I asked that plane there's only one route that doesn't stop. It was a bus. Haha

"I want to go home, take a college leave. "he told me. I just, yeah, heard him chattering.

"like to read..?" guess it, his eyes rolled from the top of my head then centered on a book under the camera.

"little."

"not married yet? Would I love to be with someone?" his question this time made my angry aura come out. My eyes glared for a moment looking fiercely into his eyeballs, I did not answer and then he sniffled.

My eyes rolled out the plane window, above this cloud there was not a roof.

The plane is on track.

sometimes life cannot be guessed by appearance alone. Even more people thought I was married just for writing a pre-marital book.

I fell asleep for 1 hour and 55 minutes. The longest flight I have ever taken took 2 hours and 55 minutes on the Yogyakarta to Medan route. The flight attendant asked me to put my seatbelt on because the plane will soon land at Kualanamu Medan international airport. My eyes circulated out the window of local time showing 18:30 but the orange tinge of the western horizon bounced off and filled the sky. The sun is about to leave, the beauty of twilight seems to have reached its peak. The golden color combined with the purple sky and reddened beautifully.

"Prepare for landing"

The pilot reminded us, the plane tilted perfectly then took a position, slowly the plane began to approach the runway. I saw the lights in the city of Medan from this height like I saw the stars in the night sky. Wonderfully incredible.

Plane landing.

"Welcome to North Sumatra"

Remembering that time is endless. Sometimes good memories are not always captured with a camera. Enough is stored in the heart. It then imprints for a long time, even for a long time, until life is at its limit.

"The first time I saw you at this airport, professor"

I said to my husband, he smiled sweetly but his face was lethargic looking at me before sticking a Brizzi card at the toll gate of Kualanamu Airport.

Pimmmm

Behind us was waiting to realize us that it turned out long enough we were looking at each other.

"Just now I'm looking at you, three cars are waiting in line behind us. How would it be if I kissed you "said my husband. His sense of humor began again. I always reply with a smile.

"When I first saw you. Down there" he told me I was staring out the window.

"You stand long, I stand long. Just because I mispronounced the color of the clothes you were wearing I had trouble finding you. And more amazingly I have seen your picture on Instagram at that time, but I do not know your face. Because the real one is more beautiful and graceful than the one in the photo." He praised me, I blushed in shame, I hit his arm.

"Haaa, your face is flushed again" she's teasing me now.

"How much longer am I here with you?" I tried to hide my tears.

"There's still 30 minutes, I help you check in first, and put the bag in the trunk. You take the car to the lower parking lot, look for one close to the airfield ya." The long steps left me.

I rushed to park the car exactly what my husband wanted.

20 Minutes to go. A very large airport makes my move must be accelerated. When we will decide to separate like this sometimes the time we go through is getting faster.

Like now. I want to spend my time with him always.

Our eyes are looking at. His thick eyebrows, his plump eyelashes, his sharp nose, his athletic height. I ran in his arms. My tears are spilling. I will really miss this mood.

I will miss the city of Medan with its hot weather. I will miss being with him. I'll miss his humor. I will miss her embrace of hugs soothe my heart when it hurts. I will miss being with him very much.

"Sssst look here" he held my chin so that our eyes would look up.

"I'll catch up with you soon, not long darling, not okay .." he said making this leg feel weak want to rest down.

"always wear a mask I beg you." he asked me because the end of this Corona virus spread in various countries, including my beloved country Indonesia.

The first call of the citilink plane to Yogyakarta was heard in our ears. I hold her hand tightly. My heart wanted to scream I looked into her eyes. I made sure that I would be okay even if I was separated from him.

"Let's see me next to the car. I'll honor the plane's departure until it's invisible from my eyes." This time his tone began to stick in his throat. I stepped out leaving him.

My heart said something else.

I don't know if there'll be another meeting after I leave it today. He let go of me with tears held in his eyes and a smile that was about to turn into a cry on his face. I entered the plane with an overbearing mind..

Farewell always ends.

Selamat Jalan North Sumatra

The airport will be a silent witness. I looked at her and fell in love with her again and again.