My Husband My Pilot: Plane Crash Tragedy

Chapter 89.

Alan follows Kansha through the thick of the forest. Kansha did tell him to go there after the cake shop. Kansha did not answer her question from then on. Alan could only follow without knowing why.

Kansha suddenly stopped stepping. Alan also stopped. He frowned confused.

"What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"The signs are over." murmured Kansha.

"What do you mean?"

Kansha did not reply, she flicked away some vines after which she returned to walking. Alan followed again.

Before long, Kansha's destination had arrived. I heard Kansha breathing a sigh of relief. Behind him, Alan was amazed.

"Well, what is this place?" amazement.

What Alan saw was a field with a green lake on his left and a large tree house on top of a huge tree. Neon lights are colorful even though it is still daytime.

"Come." take Kansha. Alan nodded, though still amazed.

Kansha and Alan climbed the steps leading to the tree house. And once inside, the tree house was very spacious inside. And what makes Alan even more amazed is that this is not just a tree house. The facilities inside are quite complete, there are small wooden tables, small wooden cabinets, lazy sofas and carpets. Not only that, but there are also some cutlery.

"This is yours?" alan asked after Kansha who was already sitting on the balcony.

"It wasn't at first, but two years ago, yes. I bought it." replied Kansha.

"Why did you buy it?" alan asked surprised.

"This is a special place for me. I don't want anyone to ruin it."

"Why?"

"Because, I met someone who saved my life here. He saved me twice. This house is our only meeting place" Kansha smiled.

"One day, at that time, me, my parents and Kak Kania, did a camper. It's behind that lake. But at that time I was really upset with my parents, because they just kept working and didn't want to play. Then I accidentally got lost to this place. I was so scared that there was a boy who found me and took me back to our campsite." Kansha said.

"Do you know who that man is?" ask Alan.

Kansha shook her head, "We didn't get to know each other and I only remember her face. But he's very handsome and also kind."

"Then what about the second meeting? Said he saved you twice." asked Alan curiously.

"The second time, when I was in tenth grade High School, I was also at camp. I remembered that I had been here, so I broke away and walked to find this place. It was late in the afternoon and I was lost. I can't find this place. Until I met a bunch of drunk men. They used to come into the woods to do indecent things and I almost became his victim. But when my life was on the edge, there was someone who saved me. What I just realized was that someone was the same boy when I was a kid who helped me." Kansha said.

"That's why you bought this tree house? In order to meet the man who saved you?"

Kansha nodded. "I haven't been able to thank him yet especially the only thing I know about him is this tree house. I'm sure he'll be back someday."

"Is that so." Alan nodded his head.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, you haven't blown a candle" Kansha said. He took out a cupcake box along with a small white candle from the bag. After that Kansha planted a candle and lit it.

"Happy birthday" Kansha said, handing Alan the small cake.

Alan chuckled, he directly blew out the candle.

"You don't have to sing a happy birthday song? Do you make a wish? " ask Kansha confused.

"No need to sing, I'm like going back 10 years then." Alan laughed.

"Yes. You're correct. Then happy birthday, hopefully long life, healthy always and from now on try to take supplements or vitamins so that your knee does not hurt!" kansha laughed.

"My age is still two and six" Alan pouted.

Kansha gave a small smile, she then took something from her bag, a small gift box adorned with white ribbons.

"My gift, not her later at home." he said, giving the gift box to Alan's hand.

"Thank you" Alan said.

"Eat your. We don't throw cookies at each other."

"Why is this small, why throw each other?" Alan bobbles head.

Kansha then put a piece of cake in her mouth and Alan did. In an instant the two small cupcakes were all gone. They finished the cake while staring at the campground behind the lake.

"When did Aisha come home?" chirping Kansha.

"This afternoon. The wound on his head was healed." replied Alan.

Kansha was silent for a moment, "That means you've decided when to get married, right?"

Alan's turn was silent for a moment, but afterwards nodded his head. "The plan is two months away."

Kansha took her breath, "That fast?"

"Yes, before Aisha's health condition worsened. I need to accompany him by his side." Alan replied not looking at Kansha. They spoke, their eyes facing each other.

"You're right." murmured Kansha.

No more talking. A cool silence enveloped Alan and Kansha. And without feeling the time takes them at the end of the day. Orange dimples dot the horizon on the western horizon.

"Kansa."

"Organ."

They call each other names.

"You go first" said Kansha.

Alan was the first to speak, "Let's go home. I have to pick up Aisyah soon" he said.

Kansha took a slow breath, her originally clenched lips now opening to speak.

"Alan, I.." Kansha stopped her speech, she again felt doubtful.

"What's wrong?" alan asked, raising one eyebrow.

"I'm.."

lovingly

Unfortunately that one word was only left in his throat. Kansha let out a frustrated sigh. He almost missed again.

"What do you want to say?" ask Alan again.

Kansha's eyes blinked softly, she then took her breath once more and looked at Alan.

"Let's go home, Lan."

After saying that, Kansha's shoulder gagged back.

***

Nana walks down the highway in front of the hospital. Her tears kept trying to shrink so as not to invite the attention of others. The girl walked step by step. Walking full of pain and injury. Not his broken body, but his heart. There were countless number of wounds inflicted on his heart. Nana is not a masochist, who is very happily hurt.

Nana got to the side of the road, she was about to wait for a passing taxi. Before long, a taxi was seen far away. Nana spread her hand. God seemed to help her get away.

Nana got into the taxi. He then closed the door, and mentioned the address. He'll stay at Kansha's place.

"Sad may be, mbak, but do not overdo it especially because of men. Tears are too precious just to cry for a jerk." comfort the driver. She already knew that Nana was crying because of men.

"I know sir. I never thought, why am I so stupid? Why did I realize that I had been living in the world of my imagination. The people I love, don't love me at all." said Nana Pilu.

"For the sake of love, the cliche reasons that make everyone seem to unwind their self-esteem and sanity. But mbak, quarrels in the relationship is a natural thing. Before you conclude that your partner does not love you, I suggest you should make sure first. What if it's just a misunderstanding? I'm sure I don't want to regret it later."

Nana was silent for a moment. The taxi driver's words made him look back. He dissolved in his mind until he was jolted when the car was on the brake suddenly.

Ctits!

Nana's surprised. Reverie's scum.

"What's up, sir?" asked Nana in shock. Fortunately, his hand was in front of his stomach. Hope the baby is protected.

"There's a car that's suddenly coming at us, ma'am." point the driver at a black car.

Then someone in a denim jacket came out from behind the black car door. Nana narrowed her eyes. He felt familiar with that posture. But he could not see clearly, due to the rest of the tears that loomed in his eyes. Nana rubbed her eyes.

"Unacquainted?" ask the taxi driver.

Nana did not have time to answer, the car glass, knocked by someone from outside. Nana looked up and her eyes met

.

.

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Reuben?

***

"How's his birthday celebration going?" Alfin asked as he sipped his mango juice.

"I think you miss me so much that you keep asking me to meet." Kansha said something else.

Alfin chuckled slightly, "I'm just curious about dating the two of you. Mr Alan? Obviously he won't answer, so I'll go to you." Alfin replied.

"Dating? You're making me feel like Alan's affair." exclaimed Kansha annoyed.

"I didn't say that. Why do you think like that? Your brain is so negative." decak Alfin.

"Then how else. Alan already has a future wife and I just realized that I spent half a day with her" Kansha said.

Alfin was silent for a moment, "You love him, don't keep blaming your feelings" she said.

Kansha looked up, her face shocked.

"I know everything. About how you feel about each other, I know. You love each other the same but can not express it because of circumstances." said Alfin.

"Is it that clear?" kansha muttered, "I do love him, but Alan is impossible." he continued skeptically.

"What makes me doubt is you. I don't think you love her. Alan, it's very clear. Her actions towards you all this time are so obvious that she has feelings for you."

"No way." denied Kansha.

Alfin finally sniffed his shoulder, "Indeed not sure yet. But as a fellow man who has lived together for twenty-three years, I have a strong premonition."

"I'm almost lulled by your words." snorted Kansha.

"But where were you when Alan and I had lunch? You ran away, didn't you?" Kansha switched the subject.

"No. I had some business at the time, so I left first. I'm investigating the matter."

"Then what do you get?" ask Kansha curiously.

"Not much, but it makes me even more convinced that Om Zakariya is lying to my family."

Then flowed the story about the conversation with the mother. Kansha heard it carefully.

"What do you think?"ask Alfin after telling me everything.

"My parents were like your grandfather, he said I had to find a partner who was the first child" comments Kansha.

"Why?" ask Alfin.

"Say the first child is more responsible because at that time he had a sister. Then he will be responsible to his wife."

"You don't think the second kid can do that? what's wrong with the second child?!" alfin was upset.

"Why are you upset with me?! It was just my parents thinking, not me!" spray Kansha.

Alfin flinched, "I'm not.just feeling unfair." muttered Alfin.

"So what's next?" ask Kansha back to the topic.

"I have to say this to my family especially Mas Alan. But I'm still not sure what the real reason Om Zakariya hid this from my family is. I'm sure the reason won't be that simple "

"You said, Aisyah has an older sibling, right?" ask Kansha. Alfin nodded his head.

"His name is Azzahra Zakariyanissa" he continued, showing a photo of Azzahra.

Kansha slightly flinched, for some reason she felt that the baby was very similar to her figure when it was a baby.

"He was born May 1, 1995." added Alfin.

Kansha nodded her head, not her meaning. His birth year was the same but the month and date were different.

"I was born the same year, and so was Alan. We were three months different. He's younger" Kansha said.

"When are you?"

"February. I'm also four months older than Alan."

"Oh so."

"So he hasn't been found yet?" ask Kansha again.

Alfin shook his head, "It seems so. Azzahra disappeared as a baby. And he said he was put in front of the gate of a house. This is his house." Alfin scrool his cell phone screen which then displays a rather old-fashioned mansion. Although it has been damaged, but the paint color and architecture are still clearly visible.

Kansha. It was like he had seen this house. But where, he forgot.

Until a flash entered without permission on his brain. The picture of a brick painted house is exactly the same. A picture of him as a child photographed in front of the house. And a car carrying things parked in front of the house. Everything is in one house. That red brick house.

Kansha took her breath, could it be..

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I'm sorry for the obscurity in terms of update🙏 I haven't been able to share my time, and the inspiration for writing sometimes comes, sometimes as a dress as small🙏😭 So with some consideration, so with some consideration, I decided to have an update schedule. Because I also wrote a new story whose inspiration even kept kayak taps leaking. The schedule will be updated in Blurb. But as a preview.

I'll up this story, every TUESDAY, THURSDAY, SATURDAY and SUNDAY.

I'm sorry once again🙏 And I hope you still like this story. 💙

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