My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Chapter 7. Heart Complement and Friends Folding Knife Giver

Kansha picks up shells that are on the coast. He then brought it closer to his ear. He always does that when he is sad and misses his brother. He hoped that by hearing the sound of the sea, he could know where the brother was.

Alan saw Kansha's behavior frowning in confusion. He approached Kansha who was still cool looking at the sea while bringing the shells closer to his ear.

“What are you doing?” ask Alan.

“Sini.” Alan came closer and the clam brought Kansha close to his ear.

“This light is a sea phone. We can hear the sea.” Kansha.

“You watch too many cartoons, Sha. It's just the sound of the wind.” Tukas Alan's.

“Alan, you're not cool ah.” Complain Kansha.

Alan laughed then he crouched down and randomly dug out the sand. Suddenly an idea flashed through his head.

“Kansha.” Call Alan who's still crouching.

“What?” sahut Kansha.

“You play no?” alan asked while standing up.

“Hah? Play what?” sahut Kansha did not understand.

“Gather as many stones as possible, make a big effort and take them to the beach. Who is the least, he has to make fire and cook dinner, how to agree?” challenge Alan.

“Cih, just a rock. Okay, agreed." Sahut Kansha's. It was just a piece of cake for him.

“OK ready yes, time until the sky looks orange, okay?” Kansha nodded.

“Siap. 1,2,3.” After that on the count of three, Alan and Kansha ran to pick up the stones.

Alan and Kansha continued to run around picking up the stones. Sometimes they interfere with each other like throwing sand or even small stones. Their laughter resounded on the coast.

Kansha throws wet sand at Alan intending to disturb. Until the stones that Alan carried fell because the wet sand hit his face. Kansha laughs.

Alan immediately replied. He threw wet sand at Kansha. The sand hit the Kansha sign. “Alan! I told you not to break my hair!” exclaiming Kansha then chased after Alan who had run away first while laughing. For Kansha, hair is a sacred part of her body.

Alan and Kansha faced each other while carrying a handful of wet sand. Alan was still laughing while occasionally trying to escape. But Kansha kept her in the way. “Where are you going? Responsibility!” kansha said sharply.

Alan was still laughing, making Kansha even more furious until they continued to run and chase each other. Orange color has been decorated on the horizon, the sign of the afternoon has arrived and their game is finished. Alan and Kansha lie on their backs to the sky. Their breaths are still irregular.

“Wah, the sky is like a painting yes.” Chirkin Kansha. Alan nodded.

“Faa bi ayyi alaa’irrabi kuma tukadziban.” Alan Timpal. Kansha turned to Alan and frowned not understanding.

“What does it mean?” ask Kansha.

“Who are the blessings of your Lord that you deny? Al-Qur’an surah Ar-Rahman verse 13.” Obviously Alan.

“Your scriptures seem interesting yes. Many songs.” Kansha.

“It's not a Kansha chant. It was murotal. Reviewing while doubted.” Alan answered correcting.

“You know, Al-Qu’an is an extraordinary thing. All the events in the universe studied by Science turned out to already exist in the Qur’an.”

“Example?”

“For example like planets that are in their respective orbital lines. The mountains that stand tall are even a matter of explanation why there is a river in the sea. Everything has been explained in the Qur’an. In the Qur’an is also mentioned about how to find a livelihood. And I think that one of them is about the existence of Zam Zam water that has been described in Al-Qu’an about clear water full of benefits that will never dry.”

“Then many researchers researched about the well Zam-zam and they also admitted that the water was never dry and always clear.”

“Many explanations in the Quran that are in accordance with science and greatness in the Qur’an are written first.” Obviously Alan.

“Islamic Religion seems interesting indeed.” Comment Kansha.

Alan nodded confirming, “I am not a religious person but I am always proud and grateful to be a Muslim.” Kansha nodded.

“I am also not a religious person. I rarely worship.” I'm honest Kansha.

“why?” ask Alan.

“I just feel unsettled. Always restless, feeling that what I did was not right all this time.” replied Kansha while frowning. The expression he always shows when confused.

“Not true about what?”

“Entahlah. I also don't understand.” Kansha.

“Ya we've stopped this conversation. There's something we have to do before nightfall.” Said Alan. Then suddenly he stood up.

“What?” ask Kansha to stand up.

“On those stones.” Point Alan at the pile of scattered stones.

“Ah yes right. So who wins?”

“I think the result is a series.” Answer Alan.

“Then we split two only. You make fire and I'm the one who bakes cassava okay?” Kansha.

Alan shook his head, “No, we have to take turns. It's your turn to make fire.”

“Alan, I can't. Come on, you're just ya.” Rengek Kansha's.

“Alan to complain. I promise, will make cassava taste like steak.” Kansha.

Alan's laughter broke. “You're funny.” Alan laughed loudly.

Kansha scolded and re-begged with an adorable face, “Ya Alan? Please.” Say Kansha with puppy eyes.

Alan cleared his throat then turned his gaze in the other direction, “O-oke.” Alan was nervous. Kansha cheered happily.

“But before that, how about these stones?” kansha asked confused.

“We will make the second SOS.” Alan Sahut.

“Means?” Kansha doesn't understand. A second later, he exclaimed. “Ah, you want to write SOS, so?”

Alan nodded. “We stacked these stones around this wooden pole and shaped them into SOS.” Said Alan.

“But you are sure this stone will not fly by the wind? Then what will it look like?” kansha asked unsure.

“For that's why we need big stones. I've also taken bushes to cover the stones. So these bushes we make around the wooden poles, to highlight these poles and these SOS stones later.” said Alan.

“Your plan sounds good. Let's try.” Kansha. Alan nodded.

Begin them to arrange the stones they get from the exciting game earlier. Alan and Kansha work together. Until the word SOS has been formed. Their work finished coinciding with dark enveloping.

“You are ablution only. Let me make fire.” Kansha. He had now memorized when Alan was worshipping.

“Yakin?” ask Alan to make sure.

“Yakinu. There.” Remove Kansha. Alan nodded, then headed towards the shoreline for ablution.

Kansha saw from a distance the charming back of Alan who was now crouching. Staring at Alan from a distance had become his hobby lately. For a few days they have been stranded on the island and with Alan, Kansha feels like a different kind of comfort that she has never felt in a lifetime.

Kansha's aware. He already has a wife. His inner reprehension. He almost got lulled and let himself dissolve into Alan's charm. No—no, the man— already has a heart.

Kansha sighed. No one has ever really loved and appreciated his existence. During this time only Nana, Ruben and Bu Sari. And now there is Alan who lately became a complement because that living longer does not hurt. But Alan already had the complement of his heart. Of course he should not wish on a man who already has a wife-to-be.

Kansha then turned around and began to compile the wood. He should focus on his work. Alan will be worshipping soon, so Alan will have to have some light to be clear.

Kansha makes a fire while occasionally looking at Alan who is now ablution and walking towards him. Alan looks to shine in the moonlight. From a distance, Kansha could see the sea water still perched on Alan's face and hair. Instantly Kansha felt envious of the water.

“What's up?” ask Alan when he gets closer. He frowned seeing Kansha pout.

Kansha wakes up and then pretends to be indifferent, “Nothing.”

Alan just nodded. He began to carry out his duties as a Muslim. Lodged in a banana midrib, Alan prostrated solemnly. Kansha looked from behind, Alan's voice when reading a letter was very melodious and made her heart calm. Every time Alan worshiped, no tears were always rippling on his cheeks. Kansha wiped away her tears, she had no idea what had happened to her lately.

Alan finished praying and approached Kansha who was now burning cassava. Alan put both his hands on the fire. Warm feeling runs through both hands.

“Your voice is good. What was his name?” ask Kansha while focusing on burning cassava.

“Ajee.” Alan's voice was brief. Kansha only ber'oh' ria.

“Alan, you said you came to Riau because you want to visit the father of your future wife who is sick right?” ask Kansha again. Alan nodded.

“Your wife's candidate—what's her name?” ask Kansha curiously. But he pretended a little. Not assuming that it is important to answer.

“Ayesha Zakariyannisa.” Alan answered briefly. “Why?” alan asked Kansha.

“Name is good. She must be very pretty, right?”

“Cantics.” Alan nodded. Kansha felt a hot blood flowing in her chest making her solar frexis throbbing pain.

“He's what kind of person?” Kansha is like looking for a disease. Keep digging for information that only makes his heart hurt.

“He-girls are good, her morals are good and hijab. Ideal wife of course.” Obviously Alan was laughing.

“You must love him very much.” It's not a question but a statement.

“Iya, I love her. But somehow, it feels something strange.” Alan's words were unclear.

“What do you mean?” kansha asked not understanding. Alan just sniffed his shoulders not knowing.

“My turn asked.” Said Alan.

“What?” ask Kansha.

“Do you have a relationship with the provider of the life vest and the folding knife?” alan asked seriously.

Kansha failed to understand, “A-what's Lan?”

“What is your relationship with the man who gave you the life vest and the penknife?” reset Alan.

Kansha frowned confused, “What relationship do you mean? I don't think I have anything to do with Ruben.”

“So his name is Ruben.” Alan muttered.

“What Lan?” kansha asked unclearly. What did Alan say?

Alan simply shook his head, "Forget it."