Pellucid
Chapter 108 - Last Day in Jogja City
To support the feeling in reading this chapter.
Othor suggested playing the song "Bila" by Nadya Fatira OST. Heart Word Film.
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A warm embrace was made again between Father and daughter tonight in the courtyard of Arjuna's mother's house. Witnessed by Mrs. Lina and Riko, Komjen Pol Prasetyo Pambudi's personal aide.
"Father, Bening is still missing. Don't go home yet" great-granddaughter Bening lirih as she sobbed bitterly. The voice of his daughter's indulgence that he rarely heard. Because of the obvious he nicknamed created like a coral. But this night suddenly became spoiled full of typical whining of small children.
"Calon Bu Kombes really spoiled tonight. Why, hem?" asked Papa Bening softly whispered.
The two still hugged each other. It was like letting go of a really heavy longing. Not wanting to be far away from time and distance. Like long time no see so do not want to lose a moment like this.
"I don't know. Clear peeper deket same Papa," great-grandson Bening softly.
"It's been a night, baby. Not good wind outside like this. You don't wear a jacket anyway" said Papa Bening.
"That's okay, Pah." Bening answered softly without letting go of his embrace.
"Wear Papah's jacket. The air is cold tonight. Later if you get the flu even bother you. It's a test again" said Papa Bening as he let go of his embrace. Then he took off the black leather jacket attached to his body. Then she put it on her daughter's body.
"This is Papah's jacket, a gift from Bening. Kok was given to Bening again," murmured Bening astonished.
"Just wear. Let it not be cold. Later if you go to Jakarta, you can bring back this jacket. Sorry, Papa hasn't washed his jacket in days. Heheee.." great-grandson of Papa Bening chuckled.
"But Pah_" Bening's speech was truncated.
"There's no buts. Just wear it. Oh yes another one almost Papa forgot," said Papa Bening.
"What, Pah?" asked Bening curiously who saw her Papa pull out something in her pants pocket.
"Taraa.. This is Papa's closing gift for you. Twiito key chain. You love Twiito cartoons. So Papa bought this. Hope you like it, baby." Papa Bening handed Twiito's cartoon doll mini hanger to Bening.
"Father.." great-granddaughter Bening lirih as her eyes glazed to receive the gift of the key chain Twito from the Papa.
A warm hug back made Mrs. Lina and Riko are moved to witness the loving closeness between a father and his daughter that truly emanates from the hearts of both.
Finally, after about twenty minutes of drama Bening who did not let his Papa come home, it was also over. Papa Bening is now resting at the hotel. And Bening had fallen asleep still wearing his Papa's jacket. He refused to remove the jacket from his body.
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The next morning after breakfast, Papa Bening had already set foot in Doctor Heni's residence. Pak Wakapolri who is commonly known as a neat dress or a uniform that makes him handsome and handsome, now changed only to wear knee-length shorts and plain black shirts.
Even so, his muscular stock still looks dashing especially the shirt he uses is tight enough to show his muscular curves. Makes a woman on the other end who is looking at him become fascinated.
The balado shrimp cuisine has matured and they are ready to eat lunch before going to Adisutjipto Airport to return to Jakarta.
"Thank you very much, Hen. Want to be repotined to make shrimp balado for me," said Papa Bening who ate with his voraciously.
"Yes, you're welcome."
"What time is your plane?" dr. Heni asked, looking uninspired as if something was stirring in his heart. But I don't know what, he doesn't know either.
"Two hours," replied Papa Bening briefly while spending the rest of the rice and shrimp side dishes balado on his plate.
"So, that's your groceries as much as it's what's the fate?" doctor Heni asked as he coded through his eyes at a pile of their grocery bags two days ago.
"I'm nitip first, Hen. Later you leave it to Bening directly if my daughter has checked the pregnancy. He said last night to me, he's still waiting for Arjuna to come back to Jogja first. Coincidentally now my son-in-law is again busy case in Bogor. Please.." pinta Papa Bening in a pleading tone.
"Huft. How else," said Doctor Heni gave up and sighed heavily.
Arguing with a Prasetyo Pambudi will never win. But for some reason until now the name of this man is very difficult to disappear from his heart.
Especially since the two met again after a dozen years without seeing each other. Making the relationship of the two who were originally flat and awkward getting better and more familiar. Doctor Heni doesn't really expect his relationship with Papa Bening to be more than just a friend after everything that's happened.
Opening your heart to love someone is not easy. Especially if in the heart of a Prasetyo Pambudi is still embedded a very deep love for a Mentari Dew Hadnan, the late biological mother of Bening.
There was once the name of another person who was much loved by the man who became his first love. Being a shadow is not good and certainly does not nourish his soul.
He finally chose a path like this. Letting his relationship with Pras be a good friend flow like water. Because soul mate, sustenance and death are all predestined by God. Man only lives his destiny line.
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The plane carrying Papa Bening and Riko finally took off from the city of Jogjakarta. A city with a million beautiful memories that have been knitted together with loved ones. Hope time will be able to repeat it again to make a new memory in the city someday if still given time and opportunity.
Doctor Heni sat pensively in his house with a million flavors. Previously he had argued with Papa Bening just because of trivial things. About delivering to Adisutjipto Airport.
Doctor Heni is eager to take Papa Bening to the airport. However, it was rejected outright by Komjen Pol Prasetyo Pambudi for various reasons. And finally Doctor Heni again succumbed to the scarecrow that secretly the name of the man is still attached to his heart to this day.
And now he was actually pensive on the sofa of his room while staring at the pile of Papa Bening's groceries. Remembering the last sentence that Papa Bening had told him before leaving for the airport.
" Thank you very much, Hen. Been my best friend. May Allah repay your kindness to me and my family. If you have time, please accompany my daughter and take her for a walk so that she is not lonely. Surely he will often be left behind by Arjuna. Think of her as your daughter too. Even if you were not born from your womb. Can you?" pinta Papa Bening with pleading face.
A heavy sigh came back to ambush him. Kala recalled the moment of togetherness between himself and Papa Bening which was very memorable for several days in Jogjakarta.
"Why my heart can't forget you Pras. You have already made a wound in this heart. And until now that love can never be lost. How beautiful and happy I would be if this heart could love someone who also loves me. It's not love clapping one hand like this. So hurtful. Not salahmu. But salahku. This wrong heart sets the taste. May we be reunited, Pras. In a pure state of being friends without love that is caught in it. From this moment on I should be able to forget about you and organize my own life. And hopefully one day, this heart can forget you as its first love. I pray that you may always be happy wherever you are" said Doctor Heni.
Seriate...
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