My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Chapter 29. Almost Has a Trace

Alan daydreams in front of his swimming pool. It has been three days since he was discharged from the hospital and since three days ago he also lost contact with Kansha. Alan really felt lost. It feels like the events they are stranded on the island are just an illusion.

Alfin, whose initial intention was to take a drink, saw Alan sitting in a lounge chair. He also approached Alan who had continued to be a statue since then.

“Mas healthy?” reprimand Alfin. Alan looked up and nodded. He also returned to his original position.

Alfin shook his head to look at his teenage-like brother. Continue grusuk grasak like a hot worm, then a second later silent motionless like a statue.

“Mas is experiencing puberty.” Alfin laughed.

“Away with you.” Tukas Alan's.

“Then why? His attitude has become unclear since his discharge from the hospital.” Alfin.

“Not to be discussed, mas is okay.” Alan Timpal.

“Ah, mas like this must be because of Kansha who went without saying goodbye right? And mas do not know anything about his personal contact right, so mas lost and do not know where to look.” Guess Alfin's on target.

“Sok know you!” elak Alan's.

“Then do you have his number? If you have why not call?” challenge Alfin.

Alan was silent, let alone his cell phone number, he didn't even know what age Kansha was. Oh, my God, he really sucked.

Looking at the silent Alan, Alfin chuckled, “Look right, mas silent. Means mas has no number, why use sok-sokan evasive.” Ejek Alfin's.

“Not so, mas lupa.” Tukas Alan slowly.

Alfin snorted, then unabashedly asked. “Then at least dong dong know the name of his social media account? You do not need to have a mobile number if you know the name of each account.”

That's not it, Alan doesn't know either.

“Jeez, mas! You live together for a month, share a roof, share a meal, share a drink, you experience grief all the time. But you don't know about each other's personal lives? What the hell are you guys talking about exactly?” alfin cried at length. His eyes glared so in disbelief.

“We talk about his past things—True too, why we never have a trivial conversation like this huh? Gosh.” Alan was frustrated.

Alfin bobbing head. He's dizzy. Her brother is known to be a perfectionist and never forgets the slightest thing. The point is Alan's not a lousy guy. But this incident made his view on the brother change.

“Mas flew too much, so his brain got drunk. Next time study first before sailing.” Said Alfin going inside leaving Alan.

***

6 Months Later...

Day after day, week after week and month after month passed. Many things have happened in just half a year.kansha who has fully recovered returned to her job and led ARC. ARC under the leadership of Kansha achieved a glorious period. ARC is one of the largest online news and magazine portals in Indonesia. ARC also extends into many fields. Enter other news areas.

Alan is the same, he's back on his job as a pilot. Initially many doubted about his return to pilot as he had been a victim of a plane crash on the airline where he worked alone. But Alan proved to those who doubted him that he could return without any trauma. Alan learned that piloting the plane required careful preparation and concentration. And do not forget to always berTO’a to be given protection by Him. Alan returned to pilot with the highest flying hours.

Alan and Kansha never met again. They live their lives without intersecting each other.

08.00 am

Alan was queuing for food at one of the fast food restaurants. He had just returned from Bali early this morning. So since he hadn't eaten, Alan took the time to stop by a fast food restaurant near the airport.

After waiting for a while, it was his turn to order. Alan simply ordered a burger with fries and bottled mineral water. After getting his order, Alan then sat in one of the chairs in the corner. The restaurant was quite quiet, as there were not many visitors in the morning. Makes Alan rest his head. He likes to be dizzy when he has to hear noise after flying.

Alan ate quietly as his eyes rolled around. Since he was in the corner, Alan could see the entire restaurant, anyone who visited and the servants wandering around. But suddenly, his eyes blinked when a familiar silhouette was waiting in line for food at the cashier. Alan squinted his eyes, and bingo. The person he saw was Kansha.

Alan immediately stood up to approach Kansha, proving that his conjecture was correct. But just a few steps away, Kansha left first without looking at him.

“Thanks.” Kansha.

But after arriving at the parking lot, Alan did not see Kansha anywhere. Alan circulates around, looking for Kansha to hide. However, the Kansha trail is nowhere.

Alan was not broken charcoal, he asked people who passed by around the parking lot. Yet no one has ever seen anyone like the traits Alan mentioned. Alan was silent in the middle of the parking lot, sighing and feeling this might not be his destiny to meet Kansha today. Alan came home in a doldrums.

Alan drove his car to his apartment. Indeed, Alan has a luxury apartment in South Jakarta. He did not fully live in his apartment, he still often went home. But if he comes home from work in the early hours or late, Alan prefers to go to his apartment or if he is stressed and has a lot of thoughts. Alan chose to come here.

Alan's in the basement. After locking his car, Alan brought his suitcase and headed to the floor where his apartment was located. Upon reaching the door, Alan immediately entered.

Alan turned on the lights and instantly a bright light filled the room. Alan put his suitcase next to the sofa and he immediately threw himself on the sofa. He put one hand over his eyes.

Alan was in that position for a long time and the phone ring interrupted him. Alan reached into his cell phone in his pocket and stuck the phone with the same position.

“Halo, bun. Assalamu’alaikum.”

“....”

“Iya bun, Alan has arrived. But Alan is in the apartment, want a short break before going home.”

“.....”

“Iya bun, before lunch, Alan is home.”

“......”

“Waalaikum greetings.”

Then Alan closed his phone. He sighed softly and then stood up and headed for his room.

***

Kansha was sitting in her room. The incident almost got him caught by Alan. Actually Kansha knew that Alan was there, but she pretended not to see him. And it turns out Alan caught her. Fortunately, he managed to hide behind the car when Alan chased him to the parking lot. He barely escaped.

Kansha twirled the pen while her mind floated. He has a reason why he decided to just leave and doesn't want to be in touch with Alan anymore. Kansha felt that what was chosen was correct. Their lives no longer have to intersect. Alan and himself can live each other's lives.

Kansha then opens her phone and sees –see post on Instagram. He hit @Alandra_id, Alan's account. And if you're wondering where Kansha knows Alan's account name, the answer is Alfin. Alan's sister is not as bad as her brother, she immediately asked for the name ig Kansha for him to follow. Kansha also follows Alfin back until she finds out that Alfin is also following her brother's account. And from then on, Kansha kept watching Alan from afar, she knew what Alan was doing, and just from the post that Alan shared. That guy is pretty sloppy too.

Kansha saw Alan's last post uploaded 7 hours ago. Alan was in Bali, which means Alan just came home. It was fitting that Kansha could find Alan, the restaurant was close to the airport apparently. So from now on, Kansha is not allowed to go to the restaurant anymore or else she can be caught again by Alan.

Kansha kept looking through Alan's post. Alan quite often shares his activities at all times and it makes it easier for Kansha to know enough about Alan's life. At least, his longing can be treated.

Tok

Seli, the secretary's in. Kansha kept her phone on the table and stared at Seli.

“What's up?” ask Kansha.

“Sorry, mom it's time for a meeting.” Seli. Kansha nodded then moved out of her chair and into the meeting room.

***

“For this month's calculation, ARC successfully covered 158 news from all over Indonesia, all of them are exclusive news.”

Kansha nodded to see the percentage of ARC increasing every month. Not only is the number and quality of news increasing, but the number of employees is also increasing. The welfare of the officers is also stable. Kansha clucked proudly in her heart. ARC, which was originally only a small news company, is now the most respected and largest in Indonesia.

“For the next plan, a team of 3 journalists will cover Mandalika located in Central Lombok Regency. This mandalika was inaugurated in 2017. We will cover the preparation related to 2 international events that will be held at KEK Mandalika. Mandalika is known to be a tourist destination sport tourism.”

Kansha nodded at the explanation of one of her employees. “When are you going there?” ask Kansha.

“We have coordinated with the local side and will leave the day after.”