My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Chapters 132.

Brucks

The gift box and its contents splashed out and fell as soon as Kansha opened the Zakariya closet.

"What's this?" muttered Kansha picked up a patterned veil from the floor.

"This is yours?" ask Kansha to Aisyah.

Aisyah immediately shook her head. His gaze was then adrift on a paper lying beneath Kansha, "That seems like a letter, right?" show it.

"Letter?" Kansha followed Aisyah's directions and found a piece of paper under her feet. He picked it up.

"My apology to my daughter." - muttered Kansha read the title of the letter.

***

Assalamu'alaikum, dear Azzahra...

This is your despicable, wicked, cruel and inhuman Abi.

As soon as Abi heard that you were Azzahra, Abi's daughter whom Abi desperately longed for, Abi began to write this letter.

Abi's Sorry for you.

Sorry Zahra, Sorry Abi. Abi doesn't even deserve to be called a father for what Abi did to you.

Sorry Zahra...

Sorry for all the hurt, suffering and sorrow that Abi has inflicted on you throughout your life. Sorry that Abi never tried to find you until you had to be separated from your family and have to live as someone else.

There's a reason Abi did all this. It's not that Abi doesn't love, it's not that Abi doesn't love. To Abi, you are a precious jewel complementing Abi's happiness.

The reason is because at that time the condition of our family was chaotic. Just as you were being taken away by the robber, Umimu had a great contraction. Abi was in a dilemma, whether to pursue you or choose to save Umi and your sister who were in the womb. And time is never friendly, son. He is always moving forward, no matter if man is being squeezed by a choice. And finally, Abi had to choose. The end of the story comes down to what you know at the moment.

After Abi brought Umi to the hospital, Ummu gave birth. With blood all over his body. And his energy that had been drained and the endless struggle of dozens of hours, Ummu managed to deliver Aisyah to the world safely.

After things improved, Abi immediately looked for you. Even Abi had reported it to the police, but what a force, day after day, week after week, month after month, you were never found. Abi desperate.

Abi was on the verge of gratification and loss of hope, even Abi's heart grew sore, when Ummu began to get sick. He does not stop calling your name. Abi still remembers how Ummu called you. Full of guilt and deep regret. Which old man's heart didn't hurt when his beloved daughter was lost to the earth?

And kid, the reason Abi didn't look for you anymore and instead deleted you on the family card is because Abi had no other choice, son. Since the age of Aisyah stepped on two years, Ummu has dementia. He always remembers you. And every time you think of you, Umm you always go berserk and cry. Umm you don't even hesitate to hurt himself. Umi doesn't even remember Aisyah. He just always remembers you.

So for Umi's sake and hoping for her recovery, Abi got rid of everything about you. Things that can remind you of your identity. So that Ummu can forget his sadness.

And it worked, Umimu no longer went berserk and cried. He's already improved. And in the second year of Aisha, Ummu came back sickly, even worse until finally she had to go home.

All this time Abi thought that Ummu had forgotten you completely but in his last sentence, he said something that made abi vibrate. He said,

"Speak my apologies to Azzahra.."

Those four words kept ringing in Abi's mind, son. And made Abi more sorry until now.

Now that Abi knows who you are and how you live, Abi can only give thanks. Abi's last wish is to see you. And that's done today. Abi was so happy and relieved.

Honey, a thousand apologies won't be enough to make up for the wounds in your heart that have been bleeding for a long time. As much and as much as Abi's apology, Abi believes it will never be enough to erase Abi's sin on you. But Abi please and beg you to live well, son. Although we cannot be united in this mortal world, Abi hopes we can be united as a whole family in the Heaven of God.

Lastly, Abi gave a big thank you. Thank you for Abi being given the chance to see you even once. Thank you for Abi being able to talk to you even once. Although you introduced yourself as Kansha, but for Abi, you are Azzahra.

Once again, Abi's sorry, son. Sorry, Sorry and Sorry.

And thank you for this great happiness that Abi never thought Abi would receive at the end of Abi's age.

Azzahra, can Abi ask for help? After Abi left, Ayesha was not there to guard. Can he you take it as your family and look after him after Abi leaves? Abi is begging you, son. Although Aisha has hurt you, Aisha's heart is very good. He is the one who fought to find you back.

Son, besides this letter, Abi has a thing that Abi hopes will be your beginning to straighten your happiness. Try to look and ponder. And ask, is your heart full to wear it?

A letter from Abi, son. This is your first and last letter from Abi. Be healthy and may you be blessed with happiness. And Abi sure, your family loves you so much with all their souls.

Wassalamu'alaikum, Zahra. See you in Heaven..

Salam Cinta from Abimu^^^

^^^Zakariya

Tests

Kansha's hand held Zakaeiya's letter trembling. The letter was wet from Kansha's relentless tears. No need to explain how Kansha felt about the letter.

Kansha only felt she had found the answer.

The answer to every gray question lodged in his brain was long enough. Like a barren desert, the letter is like an oasis for him. Giving a sense of relief in his heart.

Kansha fell slowly. He leaned his weak body against the wall of the room. The letter was unconsciously he was squeezed. Unceasingly tears flowed profusely on her beautiful face.

Kansha was crying hard. Unmindful of her crying that might be idle to others, Kansha just wanted to spill it all.

Sadness, disappointment, anger and hatred seemed to evaporate along with her tears.

In his heart there were no more negative feelings. His heart that was originally dry like a dry season, now seems to be falling rain. Love, affection and longing take control of his conscience again.

If only he could meet Zakariya at the last blow and speak for the last time. Then Kansha will explain how much she loves Zakariya and misses him.

I love Dad..

On the other hand, behind the plain white wall where Kansha spilled her grief, sat Aisyah with her back resuscitated. Just like her brother, she was crying too. Feeling the heartache of my brother. If the pain could be shared, then Aisyah would gladly endure it all.

It was time for her brother to smile. And it was time for her brother to meet a happy ending

***

Tok

Kansha frowned in her sleep as the door's knock woke her up.

Kansha opened her eyes slowly and vaguely felt the warmth of the sunlight entering timidly through the gap of the large glass window.

"Are you awake?" aisha's voice sounded from behind the door.

"It has. Just come in." said Kansha. She rubbed her swollen eyes from crying.

"I'm in, brother." Aisyah opened the door and entered the room with a tray filled to the brim.

"Diminum first sister." said Aisyah handed a glass of water to Kansha.

"Thank you" said Kansha directly gulping down the water with a frowning forehead. The bitter taste he felt immediately.

"What's that?" tanya Kansha pointed to a basin of ice water and a small towel on the tray that Aisyah was carrying.

"It's an ice cube compress for a swollen eyelid" replied Aisyah.

"Oh, thank you." said Kansha. He took the towel soaked in cold water and touched it on his right eyelid. The coldness he felt immediately.

"Sister cried all night, brother is okay?" ask Aisyah while sitting next to Kansha.

"Now it's better." replied Kansha.

"I don't know what you read from Abi's letter but Aisyah is sure Abi is talking about everything. During this time as much as Aisyah asked, Abi never gave a definite answer. Abi only said this for your good blablabla, so Aisyah felt guilty towards sister. As if Aisyah, the cause of brother must pass through this difficulty." said Aisyah with her head lowered.

Kansha stopped her compressions, she put the towel on the nightstand and immediately took Aisyah's hand that was tied over her thigh.

"In the letter, I want me to take care of you. And I promised to do it. Aisyah, will you stay here?"

Aisyah turned her head with a surprised look, "But what about our plan?"

"Forgot it all. Your problem in studying in Turkey is only your desire that is driven by me. There is no need if you do not want to. You can stay here."

"But mbak.."

"I was wrong about you having to go to calm down. Stayhere. You are my only family." Kansha asked.

Aisyah took her breath, her chest was like tightness. "Actually what you said was not wrong. I really want to calm myself down. There are a lot of things that remind me of Abi. There are too many good memories here. I'm not ready yet. I'm still shadowing Abi. I always get up by the knock on Abi's door telling me to pray at dawn. And now, every time I wake up in the same place, I don't wake up because of it. It still feels heavy to me. So I want to go calm down while comforting myself."

Kansha sighed, "So you're sure you're going?" tanyakanya.

Aisyah nodded confidently, "Yes my brother."

"I can only respect your decision. But remember, you are not alone. My door is always open for you. You also have to promise, once everything is done, you have to go home."

Aisyah nodded back, "Yes, brother. I promise."

Aisyah smiled, "Of course. I can't just miss my sister's happy day."

Kansha smiled too. He nodded his head.

Perhaps, they did still look awkward to each other. The blood ties that were suddenly revealed definitely made their hearts not ready to accept reality. But neither Kansha nor Aisyah, are trying to accept and understand.

That they live alone. And depend on each other.

***

Alan picked up Kansha as soon as Kansha finished breakfast. They are on their way now.

"Have you had breakfast?" ask Kansha.

Alan shook his head.

"Why?" ask Kansha.

"haven't had time. I just got back from the airport and picked you up" Alan replied.

"Then I shouldn't have said it when you wanted to pick me up." Kansha said.

Alan smiled slightly, "It's okay. If not me, then who?"

"I can call the company driver." replied Kansha.

"I'm glad I could pick you up. It's just that I don't want you to be picked up by a man other than me." suddenly Alan said in a possessive tone

"Even if it's my papa?" ask Kansha idly.

"I still want to do it. But once you become my wife, everything about you is my duty."

Kansha turned her face away as her face suddenly blushed, "Basic possessive!" taunted.

"Possessive to his own wife, what's wrong? It means something anyway."

"What?" ask Kansha.

"That means I don't want to lose you" Alan replied quickly.

Kansha folded her lips trying to hold a wide smile thanks to Alan's words.

"We pulled over for a while, yeah, there's good porridge in the park" Alan said.

Kansha nodded, "Okay."

Alan stopped his car in the park. He and Kansha got out of the car and headed straight for a porridge stall that Alan had said.

"They've got really good porridge, you wanna try?"

Kansha shook her head, "I'm full." she refused.

Alan ordered for himself. Before long, a bowl of warm porridge was served in front of Alan. Alan stirred it slowly and started eating it. The sense of pleasure is immediately tasted by his senses.

"Hmm good." said Alan.

Alan's appetizing way of eating made Kansha drool. He was already full but his stomach became hungry again because tempted by Alan's porridge.

Alan realized. He scoops a spoonful of porridge and brings it closer to Kansha's lips.

"The bury is so good, it's a pity that you didn't try it" Alan told Kansha.

"no need. I'm not hungry." reject Kansha. Actually not a prestige ass, it's just that he's embarrassed if he has to be fed Alan.

"Yes already. Then I eat by myself. Haum..." Alan in a slow motion was about to feed the porridge into his mouth with a seductive look at Kansha.

Kansha jerked little. He wouldn't want that bribe for Alan.

Haupt

Kansha snatched the spoonful of porridge as fast as lightning. He swallowed it straight away. The porridge felt good and warm in his throat.

"She didn't want to." sneered Alan.

"Just one scoop of it." replied Kansha embarrassedly.

Alan smiled slightly, "You want more?" bargained for.

Kansha shook her head, "I already know what it's like. It's better for you. You have to eat a lot of breakfast."

Alan also nodded. He drowned in his own meal. Leaving Kansha who continued to stare at him without blinking.

For Kansha, Alan at the meal, it felt so adorable. The way to chew and swallow food is very charming. Seeing Alan eat only, he was already full first.

Before long, Alan finished his hopes. He and Alan then took a walk around the park. Then they found a painting spot.

"Let's paint, Lan!" invite Kansha enthusiastically.

Alan nodded and let Kansha lead him to the painting spot. Oada's seller, Kansha asks for two canvases for herself and Alan.

"What are we going to paint?" alan asked as soon as they sat in the space provided. In front of them, the blank canvas was already standing upright, ready to be filled with color strokes.

"We draw faces. You drew me and vice versa. How's it?" advice Kansha.

Alan agreed.

Then Kansha and Alan dissolve in their respective picture games. They drew each other's faces with their own interpretations of the imagination.

Kansha, who is basically good at drawing, describes Alan's face very well. Each of Alan's facial lines, subtly poured over the canvas by Kansha.

While Alan, the picture is like an SD child. He could not draw especially drawing people's faces. And he was sure, once Kansha saw the picture, she would slap him hard.

"Done!" exclaim Kansha happy. He stretched his achy hands.

"Wait a minute. I'm not done yet" Alan said, still focusing on his artwork.

Shortly thereafter, Alan's work was completed. Each of them will show the masterpiece they have made earlier. It started with Kansha first.

Kansha showed me the picture. And Alan was immediately amazed. His face was realistic on canvas. Although not many colors, but with results as good as this, it is enough to make Alan stand clapping.

"I purposely described you in subtle style. I remember the sketch of the face you found in the tree house. I think it's very similar to him." explains Kansha.

"That's me." Alan replied still stunned.

"Well, it's your turn." Kansha said.

Instead of directly showing it, Alan scratched his head instead. He seemed hesitant and worried.

"What's wrong?" kansha asked realizing something was wrong.

"I'm not good at drawing. So I hope you won't hit me as soon as you see this." Alan asked.

"My feeling was suddenly bad. But just show me. I'm curious."

Alan showed it. And jreng jreng, Kansha instantly froze.

"Your picture.." Kansha was at a loss for words.

"I told you you'd be surprised. But this is still good, right? At least your nose, eyes and lips are visible" Alan said.

Kansha just smiled forcedly. He was shocked by Alan's image. How not? A small dented nose, large eyes next to her and lips that looked like a bloody crescent moon instead of lips.

"For someone who can't draw, that's pretty good." comments Kansha. He suddenly felt dizzy.

Hearing him Alan smiled with relief.

"Then, this is for you. Don't forget to hang it in your room!" alan said cheerfully.

And Kansha was only able to smile forcefully.

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Sorry for the picture that suddenly appeared under💦 Alan is not good at pictures as well as the author, hehe.