Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 72: The Fall of the Missing Limits
..."Missing it has its limits, either the body or the life that destroys it later. In essence, the longing will be complete if in the rediscover between the two."...
...-Aurra Princess Haidan...
...BSJ 72: The Fall of the Missing Limits...
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"Bumil, haven't slept yet?" Ask the handsome doctor.
The one asked shook his head faintly. He was still faithful looking out the window of the post, when the night sky had darkened. The simple illumination being the only source of light, seems to be enough to illuminate them here. Tonight was pretty quiet and cold. The dark sky was filled with clouds of ash, the distant thunder appeared to be mutual.
"Susu ginger hanget, you want Ra?" Ask the doctor.
The woman wearing the shar'i hijab and the face covering shook her head in response.
"Oh." The ringing is small irresistible.
"What's up, Ra? Is anyone sick?" Asked Andre anxiously - who also became a volunteer doctor.
"Ah, this. The twins kicked together, Aurra was just shocked." Answer Little Aurra.
He did not lie, from then on the twins continued to kick actively simultaneously. Especially when she misses the heart-lover Van'ar, her husband. It seems that his two hearts understood the mother's longing.
"You miss Daddy, don't you?" Her little squeaks while stroking her distended stomach.
"Mother too. We just pray, baby, may Dad wherever you are, God always protect you." His words calm the baby in there. Thank God, his two hearts understood. The proof, the second kick is not as active as before.
Andre who saw all that was just a small smile, without much comment. Aurra is a wife who has great love and loyalty for her husband. No matter how many handsome men approach her, Aurra will be steadfast in her love for one man, her husband. The man who offered her a serious relationship, always refused it raw.
For Andre-Aurra it's the ideal type of wife. Beautiful inside and out, obedient, loyal, according to every word of the husband, and of course always keep his honor as a wife. A figure that is always difficult for him to reach since long ago.
"Hopefully happiness is always with you and your little family, my mass love."
Andre murmured in his heart.
"I'm Doctor Andre first, get some rest. Assalamualaikum." Pamit Aurra, leaving Andre with the smile of the man who was airing thinly behind the cover of his hijab.
"Bismillah, let's hope everything's okay." The murmuring of the hijab-wearing woman is small.
He had already begun to prepare for rest, in a special post for women.
While stroking her distended stomach, Aurra recited a prayer of sleep and prayer that she often read before closing her eyes. He also did not forget to pray, so that everything is fine. Neither he, his lover, nor his family in the capital there.
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Morning is coming back, welcoming the people in the east of the country. If in the west the country is still dark because of the difference in time, but it is different with the area in the eastern hemisphere of the country. The sun has already appeared to rise. Shame about being covered by the kumolonimbus cloud cover. Until now, the situation in a place affected by natural disasters has not been conducive. There are still many wounded civilians, also displaced in emergency posts because their homes have been damaged.
Power outages that occur in TKP , quite add difficult for the victims as well as volunteer teams. Currently, the victims whose homes were destroyed were displaced in the emergency post, some have been evacuated to the nearest city from here. This area is prone to natural disasters. Not only high rainfall, other intensities are also the potential for unexpected triggers of this natural disaster.
It's been two days that Aurra and her colleagues have been here. Adre himself is now participating in the field, yes-one of his objectives to guard Aurra. They work to help provide first aid, before later given further treatment. Donors and government assistance have also begun to arrive. Many come directly, but there are also those who come through intermediaries. Due to the location of the disaster that is difficult to reach, many food aid and clothing are difficult to distribute.
Far from the chaos in the middle of the country, because of the power grid that is cut off no information can enter. Not to mention the intensity of the network is bad in the far east of this country, making it difficult to exchange information. Aurra did not know, about the crash of a TNI AU plane carrying her husband's friends, the worst possibility of the lover was there.
During the emergency post, Aurra did not hold a mobile phone at all. The family itself agreed to cover all this first from Aurra, for her health.
"Dok, it's in the western post there's a patient who needs to replace the sewer wound on the left arm." Said one of Aurra's colleagues.
The hijab-wearing lady with the face covering nodded. While carrying a backpack containing drugs, women who wear black skirts in the lining of training pants in it. Atasya he wore a special volunteer T-shirt that was covered by a loose hijab whose length reached under his distended stomach.
In haste, the hijab-wearing woman walked. Here, time is life. As late as a second, innocent lives will be lost. They fought with time, running here and there treating the wounds of civilians.
Aurra paused for a moment, looking down. Where a pair of shoes he usually wears to climb, now attached to his tiny feet. The black rope in one of them makes Aurra have to crouch, to tie it. He tried to squat, but it was hard. She is seven months pregnant with two fetuses in it, which makes it difficult to squat.
There are no people here to ask for help. Just one step he was about to retreat, before a hand reached the theme in his shoe. Tying it slowly seriously, making sure the rope will not come off and make the owner fall.
From behind the green striped Army uniform that was kneeling, Aurra looked at him silently. Pay close attention to what those two burly hands are doing down there. As a slow motion, Aurra almost brushed off the sassy hand touching her distended stomach. He almost rejected the rough hand, before the face he missed invited tears on his petals.
Deg
His heartbeats are not good, could he be hit by arrhythmia again? His breathing roar was irregular, as if okaigen was thinning instantly. The earth feels stopped moving, between reality and logic is at war in the mind.
"Mass?" Little tweet, when his voice that had been stuck in the throat was successfully freed.
A tear appears to escape from her eyelids when she looks down. Figuratively fell on the heavy palm that looked up below him. It was a tired face that looked tired in every roar of his breath. It's a jet face that burned the sun because of it. The face that the heart longs for 3 months. The owner of the voice that made him cry silently every night. Owner of a longing heart, every second.
"Hallo, the angel of heaven has a heart." Aurra cried when her eardrum seemed to receive a familiar sound sensor belonging to someone who missed it.
"Hallo, your hotshot is in here."
Continue while touching the distended stomach in front of him.
Bak knows whose burly hands touch the surface of their barrier.
Two babies who are still protected in the womb, moving quickly kicked the barrier surface belonging to the mother. Makes the mother grimace when two tiny angels, she kicked at the same time.
"Sstt, don't fuss over your hotshot father." He stroked intensively the surface of his wife's stomach.
"Dad here, you guys calm down in there. Don't make you sick, okay?"
Aurra could no longer say the word. This man who was kneeling before him, had broken the boundary of longing between those who had been intertwined three months. Everything felt a relief in the heart, when the distance of thousands of kilo meters had been eliminated.
Tears, let the heart long, let it pass. Now he was here, kneeling with a reassuring smile. Destroy thousands of longs in the heart, quench thirst will meet in the reach of the iris of the eye. Everything has been wiped out, especially when now there is no more distance that stretches.
"Mass?"
The handsome man wearing the full uniform was now standing firm. Facing the direction of the owner longs in the heart. Millions and even billions of longing words cannot describe tightness in the chest. Now everything collapsed already, with slowly his burly hands in the air. Removing tears from the hazel bead she missed.
"Mas, here?" Little Aurra's great-grandson, still in disbelief at what she's seeing now.
"Hm."
"Mas, it's okay, right?" Ask Aurra again.
"Aurra longs for the same mas." Reveal Aurra while crying again.
It still seems like an illusion. Three months of longing, it has now paid off. Just looking at her face and hearing her voice alone, Aurra was already very grateful. Her husband is physically healthy and now seems to stand up straight while looking at her full of longing. His smile continued to rise, saying that Aurra did not have to worry about her condition.
"Aurra longs." Until the warm embrace wrapped around her, Aurra could only smile a little. Replying to the husband's embrace is no less tight, while shedding his tears.
This longing release let tears be tinged. Importantly, Aurra's heart could be relieved by it. They hugged each other for a long time, not a single word her husband said. Except for the first four words.
Aurra is not too dizzy, the focus is now her husband's whereabouts.
The man he so missed, prayed for in every bow. The figure that always made her cry in a third of the night. A figure that is far away in the hemisphere, but it feels close to the heart.
"Sorry, I can't go home."
"Mas mean?" Confused Aurra, when her husband's heavy bass voice returned to the air.
"Sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry."
"Why apologize?" Anxious Aurra, but who was asked never answered. Until their embrace was released, her husband did not give her an answer.
"Where are you going?"
"Moor...."
"Mass?"
"Aurra?!"
"Astagfirullah haladzim." Little murmured the woman who had just opened her eyelids.
"You're having nightmares, huh? You called your mash from now on?" Ask Nuri - one of the doctors who volunteered.
"Me, was it just a dream?" Aurra asked confusedly.
The black woman in front of him nodded. "It's dawn, you were having a nightmare. That's why I woke you up."
Nuri.
Aurra lowered her head for a moment, her heart beating real. His dream felt real, even his baby was also moving actively as if the incident was real. Her husband is here, near her. Saying a little greeting to the twins. Everything feels right happening. Aurra thought it was all real, not just a dream.
"You dreamed of your husband?" Tanya Nuri who was only small-natured by Aurra.
Nuri smiled faintly, she knew the severity of the long distance relationship. That was also what made him almost give up to defend it. But in fact, death separated Nuri and her husband. Nuri is a widow who lived dead Adnan - her late husband who worked as a pilot. Her husband died when his plane crashed in Singapore waters six years ago.
"Propay Ra, everything will be beautiful in time. You must be patient, and continue to pray for your husband's safety." Nuri gave support.
Aurra gave a small smile behind the cover of her hijab. He knew God gave the dream flower just to remind him. Whatever happens, Aurra must hold fast to her founder. He must foam and pray, someday surely this longing limit will collapse resolved. He could only pray, when there were no more shoulders to lean on. As long as there was a floor to prostrate on, Aurra would pray for her husband's safety wherever he was.
Meanwhile, in the capital on the same island.
The handsome man surnamed Haidan continued to turn back incoherently. His steps walked to and fro, waiting for the transportation that would take him to where the brother was.
After a delay that hindered his flight, now he must accept the reality if he wants to go to the disaster point field must take a long time. Not to mention, the condition of the path to the location is quite steep also disconnected at some point.
Difficult access, of course, is one of the causes of the stagnation of evacuation for victims.
Derrtt
Derrtt
The handsome man who worked as a lawyer reached into the pocket of his pants.
Seeing the incoming notification, when it feels there is a vibration selected by his.
"Yes, waaalikumsalam Bang." The answer received news from the capital.
His brown eyes were perfectly rounded, as his eardrums caught the man's speech across the street. His body stiffened for a moment, followed by his shoulders that rubbed down. He almost fell down, if only not holding on to the building buffer beside him.
"I mean brother?" Tweet vibrating.
"....the body has been found. Now, an autopsy and a visa is being conducted at the RSPAD Gatot subroto."
Deg
Zega was eager to heed his audience from this unpleasant news. He did not expect, would receive bad news this early.Not to mention, the shadow of the expression of sadness of the brother was so reflected in his eyes, if he heard this bad news.
"Aurra must know, her husband is back."
Voice over there.
"Bang Anzar double?"
"I'm serious, Kai."
Deg
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Sukabumi June 28, 2020
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