My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Chapters 15. Small Light Point

Alan gaped at Kansha's grilling skills. After a month of refusing to cook food, Kansha is now willing to show her abilities. He roasted his own fish that he managed to catch with the full drama.

Alan clapped in amazement. The fish that Kansha makes are spiced fish. The purpose of spicing here is that their food now has a little taste. It's salty. It all started with Kansha's complaints that she felt bland and bad about the food she ate. Kansha eventually made handmade sea salt.

How to make sea salt including not too difficult especially can be simplified. That is only with sea water, capable weather and soil with proper absorption. Not all sea water can be salt. Sea water close to the river downstream is usually mixed with fresh water. The level of acidity of sea water also needs to be considered.

Kansha only made a small patch of land for adequate absorption of water and seawater. Then with the help of the scorching sun and wind, the evaporation process immediately began. And when the water is no longer there, all that is left is a crystal grain called salt. This is the salt we usually eat. Natural salt from the traditional way.

Initially Kansha hesitated to sprinkle it on food. But driven by the desire to make fish taste like steak, delusion. Finally he ventured to put a little sea salt.

“How does it feel?” ask Kansha curiously.

Alan again clapped, “Excellent. Seafood should be given a little taste. You are a great chef.” praise Alan.

Kansha raised her chin high. “Of course. Say thank you to my brain who wants to take the risk between life and death.” Kansha was proud.

Alan chuckles, “Eat your food. The night is getting late, we should go to bed soon.” Alan is ambiguous.

Seconds later---

Kansha. Alan also stopped his chewing movements. Her cheeks are heating up. “I mean not in the sense of ‘tidur’. We just close our eyes, I mean my— and you sleep apart.” Alan was nervous. Kansha's cheeks are getting hotter, Alan doesn't need to explain to that much detail.

“O-oh.” That's just Kansha's response. Then they quietly began to eat their food.

Accompanied by the moonlight and the smoke of the soaring campfire, they ate solemnly. Soon after, Kansha stopped chewing, and she tried to sharpen her hearing. Then his eyes looked up. The guess is right, there's a helicopter passing by.

“Alan! Helicopter!” exclaim Kansha while pointing upwards.

Alan was surprised and then looked up, Kansha was right there was a helicopter that passed. Alan and Kansha then stood up, they waved their hands while shouting. Hope you're hearing them.

“Please! We're here!” shout Kansha. They kept following where the helicopter went.

“Hei!”

“Please! We're here!”

“Save us!”

Alan and Kansha continued to shout, but it seemed that the crew of the helicopter did not hear. The helicopter continued until it disappeared from view. Instantly Alan and Kansha let out a disappointed sigh.

“It's not as easy as imagined.” Kansha sat back down.

Alan sighed softly, he also sat back down. “I guess they did not hear and see us.”

“What should we do Alan? I don't want to be trapped here forever!” kansha started crying.

Alan gasped when he heard Kansha's cry. “Eh uh, don't cry.” Alan was panicking.

Kansha continued to cry even as her cries grew louder. “I'm sick of continuing to eat grilled cassava! I'm sick of drinking coconut water, let alone being young, and I'm getting older every day because of stress! I'm sick of this stinky shirt! I'm sick of it, I want to go, hiks hiks.” Kansha kept crying. Alan panicked, confused as to what way to calm Kansha.

“Kansha.” Call Alan softly. He patted Kansha's shaky shoulders.

“Don't cry, please. We must leave this place soon.be patient yes.” Entertain Alan.

Kansha cupped her fists in the folds of her knees. He did not give any response to Alan's consolation.

Alan's confused. Then his hand raised wanting to embrace Kansha's shoulder, meant to calm down. Alan knew it was wrong, but he had no other choice, Kansha kept crying.I'm sorry, Alan's inner God.

Alan hugged Kansha. He placed both hands on Kansha's shoulders. Kansha could feel stiffening. The crying stopped too.

“I've broken my limits. So please don't cry anymore.” Alan Whisper.

***

Andrian stared at his secretary ,”What?” ask Andrian.

“On one of the uninhabited islands, there is a small speck of light similar to fire. But they could not land to check because by that time the engine fuel supply had run out. They are also not sure if it is just a hallucination of the light bias of the helicopter and the moon or indeed there is real fire.”

Kevin's explanation made Andrian slightly stunned. He had high hopes that the spot of light was a marker of his daughter's whereabouts.

“After all the fixtures are finished, immediately go to the island. I'm sure, there will find a clue.” Andrian's Word.

“Good, Sir.” Kevin nodded and then resigned.

Shortly after Kevin's departure, Grace knocks on the door. Then she entered her husband's office.

“How are you?” ask Grace riled.

“The helicopter crew who combed the Banda Sea yesterday found a light point that allegedly is fire.” Answer Andrian.

“So they've found a clue? Tell me, is Kansha safe?” ask Grace quickly.

Andrian shook his head, “There is no certainty yet whether the point of light seen last night is fire. Even if it is true, we also can not be sure what fire is made is a marker there are survivors of the plane or not.”

Grace kneads. He's disappointed. “Think, there's already a definite description.” Lirih Grace's.

Andrian embraces his now weakly bowed wife's shoulder, “Berdo’a only, so that Kansha is fine.” Andrian calms his wife.

***

The gray morning was not only felt by Williams' husband and wife, but Kansha the distant child felt the same. He looks on the beach. The sea is calm. The formation of seagulls that decorate the morning horizon also can not repel the 25-year-old woman's heartbreak.

Kansha's heartbreak was also realized by Alan. Since last night, he's been moody. Kansha had not even said a word since waking up. He was silent as a living corpse.

Alan is approaching Kansha. He stood beside Kansha, staring at the vast sea before him.

“He said, that sadness should be shared with others. So that the former sad can feel the strength not to be sadder.” Said Alan.

“Since last night, you look moody. Do you still feel sad because the helicopter did not save us?” continued Alan.

Kansha sighed, “Actually, I've had no problem. Maybe it's not time to go home.” Answer Kansha slowly.

“So what makes you still moody?” ask Alan.

Kansha lowered her head, looking at her naked legs. Sand wrapped around both of his legs.

“I just feel, that it turns out I'm not ready to go back.” Kansha said honestly.

Alan was speechless, “What do you mean?” alan asked not to understand.

“Besides Nana and Bu Sari, I don't miss anyone anymore. The sadness of my departure will probably only be felt by the two of them.” Answer Kansha lirih.

“Kansha, may I ask?” ask Alan. He looked at Kansha who was still staring blankly at the sea. Kansha nodded.

“From the beginning when we met, I didn't know about you at all and I didn't really care about that either. But right now I'm really curious, are you just living a kara?” alan asked doubtfully.

Kansha chuckled softly, hearing Alan's cautious tone, “More precisely since 10 years ago I've been declared a kara.” Answer Kansha. Alan raised his eyebrows.

“My parents kicked me out of the house.” Kansha looked at Alan.