My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Chapters. 51

After the meeting, Kansha was pensive in her office. He had tried to contact Nana, but her phone was off. He was very worried about his best friend. He thought, did he go too far last night? Though he only wanted to help even he did not mention Nana by name, Ruben certainly knew for himself.

Kansha groaned, and a second later her phone shook. He reached for the phone at the table and opened the message that Alvaro had apparently sent.

Alvaro

Mediation failed. Now we have to prepare for the trial.

Kansha. Trouble seems to be coming this time. Then Kansha got up from her seat. He was going to his parents' office.

Before long, Kansha arrived at the Williams Company. Kansha immediately walked into the lobby and was warmly welcomed by the receptionist. They already knew that Kansha was their director's daughter. Then Kansha was directed to her mother's room, because her father was meeting.

“Ma.” Sapa Kansha when she enters her mother's room.

Grace who was checking the documents immediately looked up and developed her smile at the arrival of her beloved daughter.

“What's here, Kansha?” grace asked as she took off her glasses.

Kansha sits on Grace's office couch, “I want to know the results of the question I submitted yesterday.” Kansha.

“Oh, about it.” Grace Timpal. He looked at the now hopeful Kansha.

“Mama can't tell you anything yet. Because such a thing must be formulated by the entire board of the foundation. That issue will be discussed by Mama at a board meeting next week.” Answer Grace.

Kansha sighed with her lips curled downwards. “Can't it be now? My friend said, the mediation failed so can only wait for the judge's hammer.” Kansha said trying to persuade.

Grace shook her head firmly, “Kansha, all there are rules. We can't just want to. You also understand because you are the director of ARC. Not everything can be decided by itself.”

Kansha sighed then nodded in understanding. Well, he just needs to be patient until next week.

Grace who saw Kansha moody also sighed. His heart ached to see the princess in trouble. Grace is also proud of Kansha, she is willing to help people she doesn't even know. His empathic attitude towards others makes Grace regretful because she once wasted her precious jewels. He wants to entertain Kansha.

Grace then got up making Kansha turn her head. “Call shopping.” Take Grace suddenly.

Kansha frowning confused, “Suddenly?” tanyakanya.

Grace nodded. “We have not spent a long time together and if you wait together to spare anyway must be difficult, so now just mumpung you here.” Said cheerfully.

Kansha was silent and thought then nodded. Grace responded with a curvy smile and then took Kansha with pleasure.

***

Grace and Kansha were shopping at a clothing store in one of Jakarta's largest supermarkets. The supermarket is owned by Williams Company.

Kansha followed wherever her mother went. Her mother is picky and herself brings groceries. But it's okay, as long as the mother is happy, Kansha is willing.

“Dress is suitable for you.” Grace said she looked at a bright pink dress with white lace on her chest. “Lusa later, there will be dinner with the director of Indoprima. You must follow.” Grace then placed the drees on Kansha's body and nodded.

“Ma, I can't come. ARC is busy. We have to prepare about the inauguration of the construction of a new branch in South Korea.” Refuse Kansha.

“Kansha, the show is night. You work until night. Mama disagrees yes.” Grace said glaring.

“Not that either, but I mean, I have to prepare everything. The next day I will fly to South Korea to attend the groundbreaking event.” Kansha again.

“Ya is already. You should also take a break earlier.” Grace said she relented.

Kansha smiles happily then kisses Grace's right cheek, “Thanks mam.” Said.

After that, Grace continued to shop non-stop. Off the shirt shop, into the shoe store. From the shoe store, go to the jewelry store. Grace is crazy shopping, once she's shopping, she'll buy all the stuff. That was why, he rarely shopped at the moment, at most only twice a year. And behind Grace who is still in spirit, there is Kansha who is now tired.

“Ma, still old?” ask Kansha tired.

“Shortly yes. Wait to get paid first. later we eat.” replied Grace realized that her daughter was exhausted.Kansha nodded lethargicly.

Afterwards, Grace told her driver to put all the groceries in the car while she and the princess stopped by for lunch. They eat at Japanese restaurants. Kansha and Grace are foodies in the Land of the Rising Sun.

After ordering, Kansha cupped her head on the table and sighed softly. Grace realized something was wrong with Kansha immediately asked.

“You seem to have another problem. Want story?” tawar Grace stroked the gentle mane of Kansha.

Kansha shook her head then nodded making Grace frown in confusion. After that, Kansha sat straight back and looked at her mother with a sad throb.

“I had a fight with Nana.” Said sad.

“Nana? Nana your best friend?” ask Grace. Kansha nodded slowly.

“Why can you fight? What's the problem?”

Kansha sighed before speaking. “Yesterday night, I was proposed by Sister Ruben. But I refused it and said that there were other people who liked it and Brother Ruben knew Nana was the one. It seems like that night they had a big fight because Nana's tomorrow is floating me in the office and getting angry. Her appearance was chaotic and I felt very guilty. He was very disappointed in me when I only intended to help.” Kansha is sad.

Grace stroked Kansha's hair softly, she could feel her heart breaking when she saw Kansha who was moody like this.

“Sometimes there are some things we don't need to interfere with. Like Nana felt for Ruben. Love is like self-worth. We will explode when something tarnishes our self-esteem. There are times when we would rather fight alone for our love than be helped. You are not wrong, it's just that your way is not right and makes Nana vent her disappointment to you.” Grace said that Kansha was saddened.

“So how should I? I kept calling Nana but she didn't answer.” Kansha said frustrated.

“Let Nana alone first. He needs time to calm down. And after that, mama is sure she will improve and you just need to talk with a cool head to Nana. Be patient and let time calm her heart first.” Grace's advice.

Kansha nodded in understanding making Grace hug Kansha gently. And Kansha rests her head on her mother's chest. There's no better cure than the mother's back.

***

“Bun, still old?” ask Alan lethargic. Because this has been an hour and the mother is still at home choosing hijab.

“Another time Yes Lan.” Mother said still cool to choose hijab for her.

Soon the mother version is half an hour in real time. And what makes Alan even more weak is that his mother only chose two hijabs even though they had spent a long time. It's like the saying, a thousand photos taken by women, only one posted on a sosmed. His grandfather asked for forgiveness but did not dare to fight for fear of becoming disobedient.

Mother who realized that Alan kept sighing, giggling slowly. His son does not like shopping so if he wants to shop, Alan will definitely run away and Alfin who got the sap.

“Should be here Alfin, mother same Alfin equally like shopping, can spend up to hours.” Frowst Alan.

“Alfin is busy in the hospital, Aisyah has also returned to Riau. You're the one who's unemployed, so you're the one you pulled. Besides, you have to get used to it, what if your wife is more crazy than mom? You complain can run out with your wife.” Said mother in a slightly mocking tone.

“Of course I have to accompany him. My family's generation depends on my wife's mood.” Timpal Alan lethargic. Mother just laughed.

“Come, eat. We're going to your favorite restaurant.” Bring mother. Alan instantly sparkled.

After paying for all the groceries, Alan and his mother headed to a Japanese restaurant that Kansha and Grace had visited. Alan who was originally rejoiced was even surprised when he saw at one of the tables, there was Kansha who was talking to her mother.

“Alan, is that not Kansha? The person you survived with first?” too late, you've seen Kansha. Mother is still familiar and remembers the look of Kansha.

“Mother wrong view. That's not Kansha.” Alan is panicking.

“Ah is right. Mother has a good memory.” The mother felt sure.

“Bun, Alan doesn't eat. Let's just go home yuk.” Take Alan. Alan turned around to escape. But the sound of the cries of the mother stopped her steps.

“Kansha!” shouting mother. Alan closed his eyes tightly. Shit, he couldn't escape this time.

Kansha who was called by her name immediately turned her head, she revealed her smile to mother. He also still remembers the figure of Alan's mother. He waved his hand towards my mother.

She pulls Alan by the hand and drags him to Kansha and Grace's table.

“Wah, unexpected to meet again. It's been six months since I was in the hospital. Kansha how are you?” ask the friendly. He immediately sat in front of Grace and inevitably Alan sat in front of Kansha.

Kansha smiles, “Good aunt. I also didn't expect auntie to remember me.” Respond politely.

“Oh yes, aunt, this is my mother. Mama, this is Alan's mother, she's a survivor with me first.” Kansha continued to introduce each other.

Grace and mother shake hands while smiling kindly at each other.

“I Grace, her mother Kansha.” Grace said kindly.

“I'm Alena, the mother is Alan.” Reply Mother is no less friendly.

“And this, Alan. Mama doesn't know him officially, does she?” kansha continued to glance at Alan who had not spoken earlier.

“Who said? mama knew him. When you were unconscious at that time, mama left you to Alan because you have to see a doctor, this Alan boy who accompanied you to realize.” Tukas Grace's. Kansha turned to Alan with a smile but only Alan's reply left Kansha frowning in confusion.

“You already know each other apparently.” Kansha said ignoring Alan's unusual attitude.

“Oh yes, sorry we suddenly joined. I'm glad I saw Kansha, I haven't seen her in a long time.” Said Mother embarrassed.

“No problem. I am also happy to have new friends. You're gonna eat, aren't you? Just join us.” Fresh Grace friendly. Kansha and mother nodded enthusiastically but Alan shook his head.

“We dined at another table. Don't take pride in Kansha's show and her mother.” Said Alan.

“Loh, no problem really. I'm glad many joined.” Grace Refute.

“Thank you aunt, but no need. Weexcuse you. Welcome to aunt.” Alan said politely. He helped his mother stand up.

“Iya, right said Alan we should not have to join. We don't want to interrupt your show.” Timpal put on a bad look even though he could not cover that he was confused by Alan's actions.

Grace gave in, she nodded in understanding. Then mom and Alan pamit. Kansha just stared at Alan from a distance. Alan looked different, and Kansha felt it.

Does he have a problem? She looked cold to me Think Kansha.

***

In the far north, a hijab girl was in her mother's room. Aisyah, just got home a few hours ago. He also helped the abi to clean the house. Aisyah also cleaned the Umi closet that has not been opened since her departure three years ago.

Aisyah cleaned her uminya closet which is still the same layout. Instantly Aisyah missed the figure of her bidadari. Her tears fell but she was soon wiped out. She can't cry and make uminya sad there.

Aisyah cleaned and tidied her clothes. Then he opened a drawer under a pile of his umyad clothes. But the drawer was locked. Aisha stood up and looked for the key.

Aisyah looked for him between the clothes of the Umi. Then search among the hijab uminya and managed to find it in a pocket gamis uminya. Aisyah sat back down and put the golden key into the keyhole.

The key entered smoothly then Aisyah turned the key slowly, for some reason she even gurgled. Then after two rounds, the drawer opened and Aisyah immediately pulled the drawer. What's inside, makes Aisyah sculpt.

Aisyah picked up the items that were in her general drawer. There are two photos and one sheet like self data. Aisyah looked at the photo, it was a baby who might be less than a year old. But what confused him, it wasn't him. He had seen his picture when a baby and was different from the figure in this photo he found. Aisyah then flipped the photo and there was a writing there.

...Zakariyanissa....

...1 May 1995...

Aisyah jerks. Who is Azzahra Zakariyanissa? What does the baby have to do with his family until the baby uses his surname.

“Azzahra Zakariyanissa? Who's that?” mumbles Aisyah.