My Blinds On The Eagle

RINDUKU TO THE EAGLE..... I kept my promise

Running against gravity towards you

Darting, swooping and ignoring the friction of the air that began to burn the sides of my wings

Because you are there

At the end of the horizon

I understand restless, even though you are smiling without writhing

I understand that you are waiting for me, even without you calling out

I also saw the same longing, the same love and hope that was never dashed

I flapped my wings as determined as I wanted to clench.

Your money, your smile, your voice .. is my life.

.......................

Luckily Rayhan is the manager of the hotel where he stayed during his stay in Thailand is a man of Indonesian descent. With great care, the man who fathered a Sundanese was looking for a plane ticket for today as soon as possible. With a price that is a little expensive of course, but back Rayhan get lucky. Edward paid for everything, and told Rayhan to give up the ticket beforehand.

But the problem didn't stop there. The departure schedule is only forty-eight minutes left without counting the boarding pass time. As a result, Rayhan had to run from the meeting room to his room, grabbing a suitcase and quickly making sure that all important letters were neatly stored in his backpack.

" Gerald.. please if there's still something left, you save it" said Gerald, who had just arrived at the room.

" *Type. You are driven by a motorbike if by taxi not overtaken. You could save twenty minutes... ".

" The motor ? who delivered ?".

" Manager Wang has prepared ".

" Thanks .. up to that good manager. Pray for me brow*... ". And Rayhan gave a typical male hug, a fleeting yet full of gratitude to this tall man.

He darted back outside the room and impatiently waited for the elevator that brought him down to the bottom floor. Arriving at the lobby, Rayhan again ran out and found a man whose body was slightly smaller than him was waiting with a motor matic. Rayhan smiled as he received the helmet that the man had proffered and immediately jumped into the splint.

" Fast please. Can you?", pinta Rayhan.

" Of course sir ".

And so it was, now the iron horse was weaving beautifully dancing down the crowded streets of the capital. It was as if the momentum only applied to the large vehicles around him that were like silent sculpting. But Rayhan felt that everything was going very slowly. He prayed expectantly for the blessings of time and opportunity.

Exactly the last call in the name of mr. Rayhan from Indonesia echoed through the loudspeaker, when Rayhan managed to arrive on time. A beautiful flight attendant greeted her with a relieved smile as well as Rayhan.

Rayhan airs with all the restless and restless that he cannot deny. He also began to count the time. If this flight is at half one o'clock in the afternoon, it will arrive in Jakarta at three o'clock in the afternoon which means five o'clock in the afternoon western Indonesia time. Then he will fly to Semarang by plane at seven o'clock which means that at eight o'clock he will arrive there. Hopefully he can still accompany Nilam, as he promised.

One thing he felt now, suddenly his stomach felt very hungry. Rayhan missed his lunch hour. And now he is trying to enjoy his chocolate sandwich. As Nilam always said long ago when the two of them were still active in Scouting when High School.

" Do not trouble others because of your own negligence. Although it doesn't taste good ".

The girl slightly scolded Rayhan who was complaining because her stomach acid was rising. It comes with antacids in hand along with a cup of fresh bread and a glass of warm tea. And of course with anger and strong judes. Give all the first aid to Rayhan's stomachache and wait for him to eat all the stomach ammunition until it's gone.

" For more ... take care of yourself. If you get sick... ".

Rayhan smiled as he swallowed the sweetness of chocolate combined with savory butter and soft bread. But he really felt that the memories of a dozen years ago were sweeter.

Ever since met the long-haired girl of a boat who is often tied in a ponytail, with beautiful bangs that are like dancing in the wind. Gradually the whole direction of his life was like pivoting to the girl. The girl who has now transformed into a beautiful and gentle woman with her pair of gray eyes that glow full of love every time Rayhan looked at her. In the past, however, Rayhan denied his interest, however Rayhan avoided it but in the end whatever he did seemed to be directed towards the beautiful little girl. Until now he has really made all that is the purpose of his life.

' Wait for me baby. I'm trying to keep my promise to you '.

..............

Nilam took his breath as long as he could. The mother-in-law, her eldest son and the midwife Triya still faithfully accompanied in the room. Nilam has changed with special clothes provided by the hospital. DC or Dower Cateter or better known as a urinary catheter has been paired since this morning. The entire operation is ready. But there are more emergency conditions that are being experienced by a large pregnant woman who has just had an accident. Until Kemal's doctor decided to postpone Nilam's surgery.

But maybe this is a blessing from the Most Merciful God, because Nilam really wants the presence of her husband. Although he had to try his hardest to resist the impulse of his two twins by breathing with a very long pull, as possible. It is very difficult to feel, the tension of contractions in his stomach must be accompanied by a long breath. But this woman always tried to develop a smile, whenever she found the worried gaze of her mother-in-law and her child.

" Mommy..... Is it always this painful ? ", ask this five-year-old boy and approach on his mother's face.

" Just a little bit. Like Alend when constipated", Nilam tried to smile to answer his son's question.

" Mommy. It must have hurt.. mommy ...". Suddenly, Alend could be seen holding back his cries and hugging his mother.

" Why boy ... why? ". The grandmother who saw the incident approached and stroked the grandson's hair.

" Alend .. promise not naughty anymore.. do not make mommy sad, do not make mommy angry... Alend Iaaaaang mommy's ".

Isn't that one of the most beautiful things a mother can feel. Have a son who is smart, healthy, understanding and loves you very much. Nilam smelled the handsome face of his son. A speck of clear water welled up in the corner of his eye. Not sad tears but happy tears full of gratitude. Likewise with what madam Kamal felt, she was very moved and happy with everything that happened in front of her now.

" Nilam." a voice rippled out along with the open door. Doctor Kamal who was still wearing his operating robe came and entered the room. " It's your turn soon. Yeah.. It's okay, right ?".

" Yes Pah.", Nilam answered for sure. But his little heart called out for a name, hoping that he would appear here soon.

" Pah.

" It's too risky. It would be dangerous for the baby as well as the mother ".

" It's okay mah. mas Rey must understand, maybe soon the plane has also landed.... ", nilam tried to mediate.

" Okey... be prepared Nilam ".

Along with the words of Doctor Kamal, a nurse came to pick Nilam up. Aided by Triya's midwife, the nurse stopped the infusion and pushed the patient's bed out of the room. Madam Kamal while holding her granddaughter's hand followed from behind. The sound of a wheel clashing against the floor was like accompanying a prayer from the corner of Nilam's lips.

' My God is Most Merciful and Merciful '.

And in the end, Nilam's body still lying on the bed disappeared behind a thick glass door layered. Leaving the lady Kamal who then sat while holding her grandchild. Not long after appeared Miss Endang who used to babysit Rayhan, then the two women shook hands without saying. Suffice the gazes of those who tell of all that turmoil.

" daddy..... ". Suddenly Syailendra exclaimed as he jumped down from his grandmother's lap. The boy darted across the arms of a man who had just come in with a half-run.

" Boy... I miss You ", that's all Rayhan's lips said. He hugged and held the boy, unceasingly giving kisses to his face and half-soul hair.

" hans.... ", Mrs Kamal approached and went into the arms of her only son. The woman shed tears of relief, finding her son healthy and freshly fit.

It's just a handsome face with a mustache and sideburns that are a little thick because they have not been shaved and tidied up shows how scared the atmosphere that Rayhan has experienced.

But now they all had a little sigh of relief. At least ... one by one the prayers have been answered.