My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Chapters 108.

Chequelek

Kansha opened the door to her apartment. The apartment he bought was hard-earned after working as a reporter for three years at ARC. It was here that Kansha poured out her dreams. But after he and his parents returned to live together, this apartment has not been occupied since then.

Kansha enters with lunglai. The apartment was dark like never before because that was what he wanted. He didn't even have to bother turning on the lights.

Kansha then heads to the kitchen, and picks up a bottle of drinking water from the refrigerator. The contents of the refrigerator were nothing but a bottle of drinking water that Kansha had taken. Kansha then closed the refrigerator door and walked back to the living room.

Kansha turned on the television, tuned whatever channel there was. Then throw yourself sitting on the carpet. And drink water greedily. After she finished mucking up her thirst, Kansha put the bottle to the table without closing the bottle.

“Aisyah, have said several times, never again bring up the matter of Azzahra! Azzahra is gone, stop looking for her!”

Kansha again shed her tears as Zakariya's words flashed in her head. Kansha—he initially did not believe the results of the DNA test. Of course, the test could have been wrong, he and Aisyah could not have been sisters. But once the doctor said that Ayesha O negative blood type was the same as it seemed, Kansha started to worry a little. And plus hearing Aisyah and Zakariya's conversation as well as Zakariya's cruel remarks, Kansha felt her heart slashed. Until Kansha inevitably admits the fact that she is indeed hurt by Zakariya, her biological father.

Actually Kansha did not understand a single thing. Why is his life so sad. She was once hated by Grace and Andrian, who were her adoptive parents. And now, after knowing the truth of his origin, he too was hated by his biological parents and so strong, did not want to admit it and considered him dead. But the truth is, Kansha is still there and still healthy. He did not die as Zakariya had thought.

“Actually what's wrong Brother Zahra to want to eliminate it from our lives? Zahra's sister disappeared it was our fault. If abi prefers to chase after the robbers to save Brother Zahra, then Brother Zahra is still there until now.”

“If abi prefers to save Azzahra, then you and Umi's life will be lost. Abi didn't want to lose two lives at once just to save one life!"

Well, he seems to be destined to be absent from the Zakariya family. The robbery that accompanied his kidnapping became a marker that he must indeed disappear. Plus Zakariya, his father did not save him at all. And ever since that incident, his father has been trying to erase it in everyone's memory. Remove it from the family card, so that there is no digital trace of it at all. He chose to assume that he never existed.

But what was his mistake until his father did that? What is the sin that a baby has to suffer? Why hasn't his father been looking for him longer? And why, did he have to experience all this bitterness?

“It is better to hurt one person to save two people. For abi, umi and you are equally valuable. And abi don't want to lose any more.”

It seems like Kansha already knows the answer.

And Kansha doesn't want to lose anymore either. To him, only his adoptive family was valuable to him. He doesn't need Zakariya or anyone. With Grace and Andrian, she felt she had enough. Although they were only strangers who suddenly became his parents, but they were not that evil to him. Grace and Andrian gave her affection as children, unlike her biological parents.

Kansha is sobbing. He was still heartbroken over Zakariya's words. Wanted him to yell at his father, that he didn't need him either! He can still live even without Zakariya. If Zakariya thinks he is no more, then don't blame Kansha that he also thinks Zakariya never existed.

Feeling that she was getting weaker, Kansha finally laid down on the carpet. Hugging himself in the dimness. Her tears did not stop flowing even though her eyes had closed.

***

The next morning, Alan who had just landed after flying a dozen hours, stretched his stiff body. He then walked while dragging the suitcase out of the airport. Along the way, he exchanged greetings with his fellow co-workers.

He then got into the parking lot and headed for his car. After putting the suitcase into the trunk, he got into the driver's seat. But before running his car, he first contacted someone he really missed.

Sorry, the number you are going to cannot be reached. Try a few more moments.

Alan frowned when Kansha's phone could not be reached. He stared at the clock on his phone screen, still at nine in the morning. Has Kansha not woken up yet?

Alan then tried to contact her again, but the same answer was heard. Alan thought positively, maybe Kansha was not awake. The phone could be inactive.

Alan then chose to send a message to Kansha.

Alan

Good morning, princess sleeping. You awake yet? I called your phone but I couldn't. If you have read this message, call me. I want to meet you.

After he finished typing, Alan pressed enter and a message was sent.

Alan then put his phone back and started the engine. He started running his car out of the airport.

Alan drove his car to his house. After parking in the carport, he took the suitcase out of the trunk, closed the trunk door and walked into the house.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Sapa Alan so set foot inside the house.

But there's no answer. He scrunched his forehead, where is everyone home? This is not the weekend, everyone should be at home.

Alan then walked towards the living room, he then met Alfin who was in the middle of the stairs.

“Mas, already home?” ask Alfin.

Alan nodded, “Already. Oh yeah, mommy's with dad where?” ask Alan back.

Alfin pointed to a room behind the family room, “Mother in the kitchen if father, he is having a meeting with his friends.” Answer Alfin.

“Oh so.” Alan nodded his head.

“Mother from yesterday when we left, already very excited. He is not ceaselessly raving about the menu of what dishes will be cooked at night. Is the drink suitable for Kansha? Does Kansha like spicy? Kansha is coming at what time? And others.” Alfin stories.

Alan chuckled at it, indeed after his meeting with Kansha, he immediately went to his mother and father to express his intentions. She didn't say that she and Kansha were already in a relationship, she just said that Kansha would come home tomorrow night. And as expected, you're the first to be enthusiastic.

“Then, mas to the kitchen first.” Alan then released his grip on the suitcase and pushed the suitcase towards the stairs, “Please take it to the room ya.” Pinta Alan smiled sweetly. Then Alan just passed by.

“Mas troublesome.” Decak Alfin's. He had to go down the stairs and get Alan's suitcase.

But before going up, he first saw the stairs that loomed before him.

Alfin then looked at Alan's suitcase, “In the case is small, try if it is big, I immediately gout.” Rutuk Alfin's. He picked up Alan's suitcase and took him up the stairs one by one.

***

Alan went into the kitchen, the sound of babbling mother with aunt was very boisterous. The aroma of cake cooking is scattered fragrant throughout the room.

“Assalamu’alaikum, my round.” Sweet Alan greeting. He kissed mom's hand

“Eh Waalaikumsalam, mother's son. You just got home?” my mother's return.

“Iya bun's. Oh yes Mommy again makes cakes huh?” alan asked, staring at the cake pan in front of him.

“Iya, for later tonight, Kansha will come.” Answer mom stay focused on the cake batter.

“Delay attention once, thank you yes.” Alan said sincerely.

“Sama-sama. Kansha is the future mother-in-law, right?” mother mengeringling.

Alan just rubbed his neck in embarrassment. Mother who saw him chuckled. He managed to tease his son.

“Oh yes Mommy wants to ask you, what foods do Kansha like?” asked her mother to look at her son.

Alan was silent for a while, “Actually I don't really know bun, but Kansha really likes grilled chicken. She also likes soupy foods like soup.” Answer Alan.

Mother nods her head, “Ya already mother cook it for later tonight.”

“Thank you bun.” Said Alan again.

“Sama-sama.” Reply mother smiled.

Then the mother returned to focus on making cake dough, besides, there was still Alan who had not moved. The man had a lot of thoughts.

“Yes, son?” mother said with still not avert his eyes.

“On father..would father bless our relationship?” ask Alan to worry.

Mother stopped her activities, she then looked at Alan whose look was filled with worry. Mother then smiled.

“Alan, all parents want the best for their children especially about choosing their child's partner, all parents have their own standards to choose the best.” Obviously mother.

“So how's bun?”

“Daddy is not a colossal-minded person. Although maybe he will be surprised to know that you will bring a different wife with you, but you are sure, I will choose a wise decision. And mother please, you want to accept her decision.”

Alan still can't be relieved. He knew that his father was not a conservative person, but still his father's blessing problem still bothers him. Not because he already had another wife when his marriage with Aisyah was canceled not long ago, but the problem of differences in belief that made him unable to guess what the father's decision was.

Looking at his eldest son who was still worried, mother stroked Alan's cheek making Alan turn his gaze to him.

“Do not worry, if you and Kansha are destined to be a match, then no matter how hard the obstacles, you will eventually unite. It is the law of God that is certain.” Entertain mother.

“Alan also hopes so bun. We have gone through many obstacles together. There are a lot of problems between us. And a lot of goodbyes we've been through. Alan just wants Alan and Kansha to meet the end point of our love journey. Alan wants to make Kansha happy who has always been sad because of Alan.”, said Alan.

“You love him so much?” ask mother.

Alan nodded steadily, “Very bun. Alan loved her very much. And Alan was sorry for not realizing this feeling before.”

Mother smiled to hear it, “Mother prays for your happiness.” He said while stroking Alan's mane lemburt.

***

A woman dressed in black got out of the car with a flower. The black glasses woman looked at the view in front of her. A field in which there are many mounds with white boards on it. It was nothing but a funeral.

Then in the distance, there was someone who was the same dressed in black as he was gesturing to her. The woman walked closer.

“Bu Kansha.” greet that person. He was a pelontos-headed and tall man. Sunglasses were also perched on his face.

“Which one?” ask Kansha without further ado.

The man pointed to a well-kept tomb not far from where he was standing. The tomb is only traversed by three tombs from its place.

“You sure?” ask Kansha to make sure.

“I'm sure ma'am. I checked what Mom asked. The tomb was recorded in the name of Nafizah, the wife of Mr. Zakariya who died four years ago.” Obviously the guy.

Kansha nodded. “Thank you for your hard work. I've transferred the money.” Kansha.

“Good ma'am, thank you.” Reply the man bowed respectfully.

“You can go.” Kansha flat. The man nodded.

“I excuse me bu.” The man bowed respectfully before leaving Kansha alone in the middle of the funeral.

After the death of his men, Kansha stared at the tomb that had been appointed by his man. His right foot began to step. He stepped slowly after another slowly, permeating every red ground he stepped on. And during that time, her tears began to drip slowly. Kansha was one step ahead of the tomb. Her tears were no longer stifled.

Kansha was unable to get close, she was only able to stand rigidly in front of the tomb. Read what's on the gravestone board.

“Nafizah Khumaira bint Abdul Aziz. Born: 2 March 1975. Died.” In every sentence, Kansha did not stop sobbing, until Kansha could not continue his words.

Brucks

Kansha finally collapsed. He sat on the ground and cried. The quiet atmosphere of the funeral was only filled by Kansha's heart-wrenching cry. Kansha couldn't hold it anymore, she spilled it all. The bouquet of flowers fell in his hand.

Long enough Kansha only cried until she was finally just as excited. Kansha stood back up. He stood with all his might. The bouquet of flowers was now in his grasp again. Kansha finally took another step forward, her body already beside the grave of her biological mother.

“Halo, ma?” Kansha doesn't know what to call. He also tried to control his crying.

“I know that you may not know me. I lived by another name for twenty-three years. But I am Azzahra. Azzahra, your daughter.” Kansha continues sobbing.

“During this time, I lived with my foster parents who hated me. Because I killed their real daughter. At first I thought they were my real parents until one day I found out that I was just their adopted son. They hate me for a dozen years. I, who was only an adopted child but did not know it was lucky, even harmed their biological children. Since then my life has been miserable.” Kansha. Whether Nafizah will hear or not, Kansha just wants to reveal everything.

“Then my relationship and my adoptive parents improved. I'm trying to think that they're my real parents. Until I found out that, I found my real father. But ma, my mother's husband is very bad to me. He tried to erase me from his life. He thought I never existed! It's more sad than when I was hated by my foster parents. Because what? Because he's my own real father."

"Now I'm asking you, have you ever thought I existed? Has your mom ever missed me? Have you ever loved me as my daughter?” Kansha asked the mound of the tomb in which the body of her mother was buried.

“I hope you say yes. All this time, my life as Kansha was never wanted. They hate me and think I'm just a dud. I don't care what others say, But I want to hear it once from you, am I valuable to you?”

There's no answer. Everything is too quiet. Kansha did not even feel the slightest gust of wind.

“So what's the answer? I know I'm crazy talking in front of the tomb, but you can hear it from heaven right? Please answer my questions through anything.” pinta Kansha is very desperate.

Kansha is back in her arms, “I don't even know what to do. I can't think straight. The fact that I was completely unloved by my biological parents made me almost crazy. I don't want to make no sense, so just tell me, just once. Tell me that you love me.” Isak Kansha was frustrated.

“I'd love to feel loved. I just wanted to, someone said that my life is precious. Just once, I beg.” Please Kansha very much.

Kansha could not help but cry. She was crying beside her mother's grave.

“If abi prefers to save Azzahra, then you and Umi's life will be lost. Abi did not want to lose two lives at once just to save one life!”

Kansha suddenly remembered Zakariya's words. He immediately raised his face. Suddenly she felt emotions. Not sadness anymore, but disappointment and soaring anger.

“No, I don't need your answer. I already know what the answer is.” Kansha glanced at her mother's grave, “You don't love me at all. If you love me, you should save me instead of trying to get me out of your face. I'm not valuable, am I? Then you also have no price in my heart.” Kansha is full of emotions.

As understood by Kansha's words, a breeze blew flying the girl's hair.

Kansha then took the bouquet and placed it on top of her mother's belly button. He stared back at his mother's name on the gravestone board. This time I stared blankly.

Kansha then took her phone. While wiping away her tears, she called someone.

“Halo darling.” Sapa Grace across the phone enthusiastically.

Staring at his mother's navel, he said, “Ma, may I consider you my biological parents?” kansha asked biting her lower lip hard as her crying went back out of control.

“You will always be our dear daughter. Although you are not the flesh blood of mama, but mama loves you very much like your own biological daughter.” Reply Grace.

Kansha was not strong enough to hold back her tear dam anymore, she then closed her phone connection just like that and returned to crying.

“Thank you.” His frown was full of gratitude to his mother who was far away there.

At least Kansha still has people who love her.

"Mama heard, right? I have another mama who loves me more." Kansha concluded staring at her mother's grave meaninglessly again.