PAPER BOATS (Trapped by the Past)

Chapter 97 LOOK AWAY

Viona. His eyes opened, his mouth slightly opened. Then Viona immediately cupped him with a palm.

Viona turned her body. Now, in front of him stood someone who was looking for him.

Son. Stand up with a big smile. Viona was still in her place. His eyes were not out of the face of the Son.

The son stretched out his hands. Hope Viona gets closer and closer.

But Viona did not move from where she stood. His feet were heavy to move forward.

Finally the Son came closer. Then hugged Viona who was still in shock.

"How are you, Viona. I miss you" said the Son in Viona's ear.

What a beautiful word for Viona. After he was also unable to reach Surya's heart. Until Viona finally felt tired and gave up.

And now the Son is in his arms. Slowly Viona held the Son. Tighter. As if afraid that the Son would disappear again.

Although Viona does not yet know the origin of the Son. Who is the real Son.

Viona's eyes began to glaze over. He felt very happy as well.

Once satisfied, the Son let go of his embrace. The face of Viona.

"Why crying?" ask Putra. Slowly her hand wiped away Viona's tears.

"I....I happy. Finally, we can meet again" replied Viona sobbing.

"If you're happy, don't cry dong. C'mon smile. Hm!" The son invited Viona to smile.

His life in the middle of the sea was very hard, making the Gods grow into a powerful person.

Abstinence for him shed tears. And he really doesn't like crying. In the name of the cry of happiness.

For him, happy is happy. Without having to cry. Because the crying only belongs to those who are weak.

Viona according. Slowly she pulled her lips to smile.

"Well, so much prettier. Let's go there!" The son pointed towards the more deserted edge of the beach.

Viona nodded. Then hand in hand, they walked towards the deserted edge of the beach.

In a quieter place, they stopped.

The son stood facing Viona.

"You were looking for me?" ask Putra. Her hands were tidying up Viona's hair.

The beach breeze was blowing very hard, making Viona's hair messy.

The son remembered someone in his past. A beautiful young girl. Not as pretty as Viona.

Her hair was falling apart, as they ran around by the river.

Then the Son tidied up the girl's hair, as he did now to Viona.

Viona nodded. His eyes were not out of the face of the Son. The face she missed so much.

Sturdy jaw with sunburned brown skin.

And that hand, that was stroking Viona's face. Stumpy and muscular.

Very different from the appearance of Surya which tends to be neat. White skin clean. Although Surya is also muscular with a sturdy body, but looks not as fierce as the Son.

"I thought you had forgotten me" said the son. She still continued to caress Viona's smooth white face.

A face that has never been absent to a skin care clinic. Although he had to save his expenses for eating, as a boarding child.

Very different from the face of the girl before, who always appeared natural. Despite the economy of his parents, he was able to take him to the most expensive clinic, but did not drive him crazy with the appearance of a glowing face.

"I'll never forget you, Son. But I don't know where to find you" said Viona.

Yes, Viona has never forgotten her Son. But the Son was not the only man expected.

There was still a half-dead Surya he was chasing, but he did not get it either.

And now, maybe it's time for Viona to tether her heart to the Son.

His sight he threw away far off the coast there.

Viona sat down next to the Son.

"I'm happy you're still looking for me, Viona. But unfortunately, I can not always be sought," said Putra.

"Why?" ask Viona.

"I have a five-year contract with the ship I work on. And for those five years, I had to go wherever the ship sailed" replied the Son.

"But we can keep communicating. Through hape," said Viona.

The son laughed out loud.

Viona scrunched her forehead.

"Do you know why I laugh?" asked the son, after he was satisfied to laugh.

Viona. Because according to him, nothing funny at all.

"Out the coast there...!" The son pointed towards the open ocean.

"No signal, Viona! My life is ninety percent there. What's the point of Hape? Nothing, right?"

Viona was silent, because she didn't know about it.

"Then how do you relate to the land? If something happens, for example," asked Viona.

At once, if in the western films he watched, there was always communication between those on board, with the port.

"It's got its own tools, Viona. They use satellites. We were hired there, not to play hape. Not for selfies. But to work. Almost twenty-four hours a day" said the Son.

"You've never been given a day off?" Viona thinks that every workforce has the right to enjoy holidays, even weekends.

"Holiday for what? There is no entertainment in the middle of the ocean. Want to swim with whales?" The son laughed again.

Viona's getting clueless about the way they work. Viona thought, It's not work, it's slavery. Forced labor.

"But we are given freedom when the ship leans anywhere. We are free to go anywhere, until when the ship returns to sail," continued the Son.

"You enjoying it?" ask Viona.

"That's all I can enjoy. If people say, life is a choice. But not for my life. I have no other choice!" reply Son.

"Didn't you choose to be a sailor?" ask Viona again. For him, no one can force his choice.

Son shakes.

"It's not time you knew why I chose that job, Viona!" The son threw a small clam shell, which was nearby.

Viona nodded. He also did not want to force Putra to the story, if it did not make him comfortable.

"What's your next plan then?" ask Viona.

"I just want to finish my contract first. After that, I thought about the next step. Let it not be a burden to anyone" replied the Son.

"What does that mean, I can't expect you?" asked Viona sadly.

"Never expect me, Viona. I can't promise anything. Even the time to meet again, I cannot promise" replied the Son.

"Then have we done?" ask Viona again.

"You're sorry, did we ever do that?" The son asked back.

Viona was silent. It shouldn't be questioned. Because every woman will surely regret doing so and then be forced to forget.

"Of course." Viona stood up and walked slowly down the beach back.

Viona thought, if the Son catches up with her, there is still hope for her to wait.

But if the Son lets her go further and further, it means that Viona should be able to forget what they have done.

"Vion...! Wait!"