My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Chapters 11. Aisha Zakariyanissa

Aisyah Zakariyanissa, a hijab girl who has good manners and good manners. Aisyah is 2 years younger than Alan. They were friends from childhood and growing up, they separated because Aisyah had to follow her ashes to Maluku.

The first time he met Alan again was when he went to his grandmother's house in Manado, Alan's hometown. Aisyah since childhood followed the abi to Maluku. Be it and the abi will go see the grandmother once a month.

Alan was 15 years old. He was fascinated with his childhood friend who has now grown up. His face was white, clean and glowing. The value of her beauty increased because Aisyah was already wearing a hijab. Then at the age of 19 years, the abi told that the Alan family came to worship Aisyah.

For the first time Aisyah felt an interest in the opposite sex was in Alan. He had never known love before because the abi always kept Aisha's company.

Aisyah was in Alan's room. He sighed softly, how much he missed the owner of this room.

Alena's mother came to Alan's room. He saw that Aisyah was staring out. Still clearly visible sadness on the look of Aisyah. Even though there had been recent developments, the burden of sadness was still not reduced in his heart.

Mother sat on the edge of the bed of the son who was not occupied by the owner for almost a month. Mother Alena gently rubbed the same bedsheet from a month ago. Alan's distinctive aroma was still smelled in his senses. O God, how much she misses her son.

“Aisyah.” Call Mommy. Aisyah looked jolted in surprise then turned to the source of the voice.

“Munda.” Sahut Aisyah.

“Cabin, nak.” Mother told Aisha to come closer. Aisyah according to then sat next to the mother.

Mother rubbed Aisha's head covered with hijab. How beautiful Aisyah's well-awakened look. Mother then held the hand of Aisyah, resting it on her own palm and looked at Aisyah affectionately.

“Aisyah, mommy dear to Aisyah.” Mother's words are sincere.

Aisyah looked at mother with tears, “Aisyah is also dear to mother.” Answer Aisha smiled. For him, my mother was like uminya. He who has lost the earth because it has been called by the Creator, is replaced unfortunately with the mother of Alena.

“Mother sincerely if you want to release Alan.” Said Mother. Aisyah was transfixed, her next words as if lightning had struck her heart. By Allah, Aisha never had any intention of leaving Alan.

“Mother, Aisyah will not leave Mas Alan.” Aisyah said firmly.

“Nak, our family is sincere. Whatever happened to Alan, we're sincere. Mother hopes you will too. Poor Alan, son.” Mother said a little sobbing.

Aisyah shook her head strongly, her tears had already come down profusely. No, he's sure Alan's not dead. He's sure Alan will be back.

“No, Mother. Aisyah believes Mas Alan is still alive. Aisyah sure, Mother.” Aisyah.

Mother hugged Aisha tightly. Not only did Aisha hope so, but she also hoped that her eldest son was still alive. But Mother does not want to be selfish, Aisyah deserves to be happy even though not with Alan.

“Aisyah should pursue Aisyah's happiness. Find your happiness, son, even if it's not with Alan.” Mommy Say.

“Mas Alan is the happiness of Aisyah, Bun. How can you say that?” Aisyah nodded in disbelief.

“But Alan has not yet been found. Mother is only afraid if someday you continue to wait and it turns out Alan came home in a lifeless state.” Sahut Bunda bitter.

Aisyah let go of her embrace, then looked at the mother who had glazed over earlier. With tears in her eyes, Aisyah said bitterly, “Mother, give time to Aisyah. If in one month, Mas Alan has not been found, Aisyah sincerely release Mas Alan.”

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“Alan, you are really serious turned out.” Kansha's bell doesn't believe it. Because two weeks earlier, Alan said they could not continue to rely on looking for fruits or tubers because they did not know what was in the forest. As it gets deeper into the forest, the forest gets thicker and darker. So Alan didn't want to take any chances.

Since 2 weeks ago they have been replanting cassava trees around the edge of the forest. But if you wait to grow it will be long. Be Alan says, he'll make tools to catch fish. Alan said he could make a spear out of wood.

At first Kansha was not sure. Because the only sharp tool they have is a folding knife belonging to Kansha which is now almost even rusty. But Alan was not fooling around. He looked for a long and light tree trunk and then tapered one end. Of course, the process takes a long time. Be the tool finished when it's been two weeks.

"We can find shells like yesterday." Refute Kansha. He felt Alan's idea wasn't very good.

"We can't count on that either, Kansha. We need protein and what we can eat is fish or shrimp. And if we're lucky, at low tide there's also crabs." Alan said.

kansha sighed resignedly, Alan's words had a point as well. But looking for fish is much harder than looking for shellfish. Plus they don't have the proper equipment. But Kansha chooses to trust Alan.

"So how is it?" ask Kansha.

“We can use this to catch fish or shrimp. No need for bait, just patience and agility when plugging it.” Alan then handed over a wooden spear to Kansha.

“You deserve to be a pilot.” Kansha said.

“What's.” Kansha said indifferently. “So where do we start?” continued.

Alan pointed at the ocean basin to the north he stood. “I've been watching the place all day. A little far from where we look for shells.” Obviously Alan.

Kansha nodded, “Mari. We hunt, chief of tribes.” Take Kansha in joking. Alan laughing.

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Night falls and Alan and Kansha are ready to go fish hunting. Kansha and Alan must rely on moonlight and open eyes to take the hunt.

Alan and Kansha seriously start hunting fish with Alan's tools. Kansha saw one of the sizable fish hiding among the coral reefs. Kansha then began to lift her spear and stick it on the fish quickly. Successfully, the fish stuck the tip of the spear.

Kansha cheered happily inviting Alan's curiosity. Alan approached and applauded in amazement at Kansha's success.

“Good work, miss hunter.” Praise Alan.

“Of course.” Sahut Kansha is proud. Alan continued to search for victims.

But—

“Alan, how to release this fish?” ask Kansha.

Alan turned to Kansha who looked confused, “Stay you just unplug.” Answer Alan lightly.

Kansha was surprised, “You mean, just unplug the fish just like that?” exclaim Kansha did not believe.

“Sure. What else should it be?” alan asked not to understand.

Kansha looked at Alan with angry bulging eyes. Alan raised his eyebrows, he was confused by Kansha's reaction.

“You're cruel.” Kansha's fuming fury.

“Cruel? Brutal means?” alan asked confused.

“Alan, this fish is also a living creature. He's definitely going to be in pain.” Sahut Kansha is sad.

Alan could not help but laugh. “Kansha you are so funny. Do you think that when you stick the pointed tip into the fish, he is not in pain?”

Kansha's eyes are breaking, “You're right. Alan, am I a killer?” ask Kansha to panic.

“Of course not. We are just trying to keep our lives. Even if we don't kill him, there we kill ourselves because of hunger.” Answer Alan.

“You were right too. But-“ Kansha is speechless. “Ah Alan, this is all because of you!” peekit Kansha's.

Alan doesn't understand. “Why so suddenly blame me?”

“If you hadn't made such a cruel tool. I wouldn't have sinned by making this fish hurt.” Exclaim Kansha sharp.

Alan was frustrated. Living with Kansha made her understand little by little Kansha's attitude and behavior. Kansha is a plain and aggressive type of girl.

“If I don't make that tool you said was cruel. How do we get food? you want to take the fish with your bare hands? After all, it is only made of wood that is not even spiky with iron.”

Kansha was silent and thought, yes. If he does not use tools, he must catch himself with his bare hands. Of course it'll take a long time. Not to mention if he misfires, it could be that he should catch shrimp even lobster that will reach him. Kansha shook her head in horror.

Alan noticed Kansha's reaction.He smiled slightly. Kansha looks adorable when frustrated like that. Then he woke up, quickly rubbing his face. Astagfirullah, muttered Alan.

“But still. That's too cruel.” Rengek Kansha.

“So what do you want?” ask Alan patiently.

Kansha was silent again, “This is it. Sorry fish, I hurt you.” Kansha said sadly as she stared at the fish. Alan shook his head amusedly.