MY POSSESSIVE CAPTAIN

NDORO BEI'S

An aircraft seen from afar curled valiantly on the smooth runway of Soekarno Hatta Airport. The landing was completed with a slight little shock that never meant anything to the hundreds of tough personnel who were inside.

The sky of the homeland that afternoon was seen filled with a glowing orange glow illuminating the sky on a flat as if helping the red and black centerline side by side at the end of a nearly dark day. One by one the members of the peacekeeping force began to be seen crossing the small door of the plane with triumphant smiles.

The sound of black pantofel shoes nicknamed PDL shoes that galloped irregularly set their first steps on earth garuda. Pride round the haru on their chests. The sense of disbelief managed to breathe back the atmosphere of the archipelago is still haunting with a twist in the veins of almost every member who managed to return home safely.

Captain Blue prepared to put his palms together on the ground of the pick-up ceremony with the other troops. The thanksgiving that was done en masse made my feathers sat anyone who witnessed it goosebumps. As firmly commandeered troops in unfil uniforms with light blue berets full of charm strength in calmness it moves so regularly as if in accordance with the instructions.

While the hundreds of pairs of eyes that were observing them from afar were family, relatives, relatives, lovers even relatives who deliberately come even from far away to be able to meet and witness the arrival of kusuma nation of their pride who have left the homeland for more than 12 months. The humming sound of mums dressed in green poo that had been boisterous-low like never running out of talking materials suddenly stopped unconditionally.

Their originally blissful eyes implied the pounding of impatience of meeting the husband, suddenly turning into my eyes with a puddle of tears flooding their cheeks. Those longing mouths suddenly locked tightly into speech no longer. The flower arrangement in the hand that has been prepared is grasped more tightly.

Their gazes did not turn a bit away from the group of Garuda troops who were winding according to the movement that occurred in the troop in strip uniforms that were following the pick-up ceremony. All khusuk follow procession after procession. Only the voices of the children were occasionally heard whispering asking where their father was.

Drep-drep-snake. The heavy foot steps were heard half-running towards the family who had been waiting for a long time. Not a few who are in conversation with each other to find the whereabouts of loved ones who invite him.

Captain Blue walked slowly. His mind was sure that no one would welcome his return at this time even though in his heart the real hope of Rengganis suddenly being in front of him still flashed so big.

The second step of Captain Blue's legs stopped at an airport corridor mast, his eagle's eyes looking at one point to another wishing there was a shadow of the woman he still loved so much.

“Aware Blue, he won't be here.” His whisper was smooth to himself as if ensuring that the Rengganis would never appear before him. How could the beautiful girl know she'd come home if Captain Blue never told her when he would return home.

It's not like Captain Blue never tried to contact Rengganis. Many times he tried to call the satellite plane owned by Mr. Yayan but only heard a waiting tone without ever being lifted. Captain Blue himself never knew what happened in Pringjaya village. He hoped that no bad news would be heard like the last time that happened to his lover.

The Blue Captain's lips suddenly revealed a smile. Only he knew what that smile meant.

“I must always be ready to fight if you want to be with women as beautiful as Rengganis,” he thought. Subconsciously Captain Blue's head shook little bells with lips that were still smiling very sweetly.

“Here to, Le.” An old mother in Kartini's arms dressed in new flea-fashioned clothes and a typical drawing of Javanese noble women.

“Mother?” Captain Blue glared in disbelief at what his eyes saw.

“Oalah, My son.” Mrs Suryo Hadiningrat, Captain Blue's mother hugged her son who now looks more exotic skin than when he left for duty.

“How are you, Le? Are you healthy? Mom Yo never broke up praying for you and your friends. Your father even never went from the front of the TV waiting for your news continues.” Bu Suryo patted the back of his proud son.

“I'm fine, Mom. Mother, Father and Kangmas-kangmas healthy all right?” Captain Blue did not want to let go of the most comfortable embrace of the woman who had given birth and raised him lovingly.

“All is well, Ndoro Bei. Kangmas-kangmasmu sorry can not pick up, they can only send greetings. But they promise to follow soon here to meet his bontot brother who was once famous wayward.” He also stroked the shoulders of Captain Blue who was still in his mother's arms.

“Bapak. Healthy?” Captain Blue took off his mother's embrace.

A very beautiful sight, a dashing man dressed in an unfill uniform kissed an old man's arm in a Javanese men's priyayi outfit complete with a shiny black-plit wooden stick in his left hand.

“Whose father is here?” ask Captain Blue while looking around. Perhaps the man still set aside the hope of his parents coming with Rengganis, the woman who had managed to make him save a myriad of longings.

“Sama Bulek Nar and Pakde Karto, Ndoro Bei,” replied Mr.

“ Pakde Karto?” ask Captain Blue not to believe it.

Pakde Karto is a man in his 60s but still has the spirit of a young man aged 20 years. Since thirty years ago, the patient man has been working for the Blue Captain's family. Pakde Karto was one of the people closest to Captain Blue. Patiently and painstakingly the old man whose wife had left him fifteen years ago followed all the wishes of the little Blue Captain as his hobby was making kites and bathing in the village river with friendsa friend of his age in the middle of the day even though the sun shines very brightly.

“Unfortunately Pakde Karto is still strong driving huh, Mom? Where is Pakde Karto, sir? Not coming in here?” a barrage of questions just came out of Captain Blue's head.

“One-one to Ndoro Bei if the name!” Father laughs.

“Come on, sir, don't call me that. Like a lumping horse I would be, Buk.” Captain Blue leaned his head against Bu Suryo's shoulder hoping for a defense.

“Yes, the Father, habits!" As Captain Blue had guessed, his mother would definitely defend his beloved son.

“Basic kid Si Mbok!” father's laughter blared.

“Your father even though he was old but could not be asked to rest, ever one time told your father to stop driving, at home, even cramming,” explained Mother.

“Where is Pakdenya, Ma?” ask Captain Blue.

“It was in the car alone he said the same Bulek Nar. Afraid of entering many soldiers, afraid of being wrong to say if shot, he said. If Bulek Nar, still dizzy earlier mabok vehicle along the way,” Bu Suryo said with enthusiasm.

“Yeah, still a mabok god huh Bulek Nar?”

“Yes yes, worse. But kekeh wants to come because he wants to meet his favorite aden said Bulek Nar. So let him defend his side" replied the mother.

"Are you home, Le? They waited a long time in the car. The sun is setting soon?” My mother pointed west.

A reddish golden light filled the twilight horizon that afternoon, hanging beautifully on the rows of clouds that were still grappling like this morning. The Blue Captain's eyes stared wryly at the enchanted scene trying to find a beautiful face with a beautiful nose and eyes that could make him unable to sleep well every night.

“It's hard to find you, Ndoro Bei!” Suddenly the voice of the woman who for several months was so close in the ear of Captain Blue was clearly heard from behind the body of Mr. Suryo.

Who is the woman who came with Mr Suryo?

Find out the story in the upcoming episode!

Adios.