Pellucid

Chapter 121 - Heavy Rain

The news of Wakapolri Komjen Pol Prasetyo Pambudi's death was so shocking throughout the country. No exception for a woman who is currently busy pacing in front of the ticket purchase counter at Lombok International Airport, West Nusa Tenggara.

The face that is tangled, soft and swollen due to tears does not make the charm and charisma disappear. He was so stunned and shocked after accidentally watching the news on television one of the residents' houses, when he handled patients in Sukamulia Hamlet, Pohgading Village, Pringgabaya Subdistrict, East Lombok.

The sad news for the name of a man who has been loved so far in his heart. The Komjen Pol Prasetyo Pambudi.

After handling patients in one of the remote villages in East Lombok, he also asked for the help of Mr. Lurah there to help him rush to the airport. The weather in Lombok has been raining heavily since this morning. As a result, the travel time is usually only about two hours of travel, to four hours of travel.

Many trees fell in the middle of the road and traffic jams when they reached the city. Because now this is still a moment of long holidays for school and college, coinciding with the weekend. So many tourists both domestic and foreign tourists who are enjoying a vacation there. There are also those who return to their respective cities after vacationing.

Along the way, he kept crying. I don't know how many pieces of tissue he's been using. For he had not expected the man who was still residing in his heart, to leave this world so quickly.

"Basar of scarecrows. You haven't seen Bening pregnant and giving birth. Why go so fast! It's okay not to return my love. Because I know in your heart there will only be the name of Dew. There is no place for another woman. Especially me. But don't go like this. I hate you, Pras. I hate. Huhu.." Inner Doctor Heni sobbed.

His steps immediately ran towards the ticket counter. But fateful all tickets today there is nothing left either to Bandung, Jogjakarta, Semarang or Jakarta.

"Sorry, Mom. All the tickets I was looking for were sold a week ago. Can only wait if there are other prospective passengers who cancel the ticket. Then you can buy it" said the ticket counter officer

"Can I book a private jet to Jakarta?" ask Dr. Heni.

"Sorry, Mom. Private jets can only be booked a minimum of two days prior to departure. Currently, however, it is in peak season. Private jet booking slots are also full for this one week," said the officer politely.

"Then what should I do, Mother? My brother died in Jakarta and what I just have to sit here quietly without doing anything!" doctor Heni snapped involuntarily.

"Sorry, Mom. Nor can we do much with all the limitations. We checked there's an empty ticket slot tomorrow noon at one o'clock, business class. And that's only one fruit left. Do you want to take it ?" ask officer.

"My brother is buried tomorrow morning at ten. If I am from here at one noon to Jakarta at three in the afternoon. It's too late, Ma'am. Please," Doctor Heni asked with a few drops of tears still wetting her cheeks.

"Sorry, Mom. That's all we can do. If you want to wait there is a cancellation of tickets from other passengers. I can wait at the airport. But we also can not confirm this," said the officer.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I just sat there" said Doctor Heni lethargic and walked over to a seat not far from the ticket counter.

For almost three hours he was at the airport like an obscure person. Just to ask for mercy on the other passengers in order to give them the tickets they have for him to buy. Even Doctor Heni was willing to pay three times the price of the ticket.

But no one wants to accept his request. Because they also have their own schedules and there are also groups that do not want to be separated from their entourage.

"Please, Ma'am. I have to go to Jakarta today. Because my brother died," said Dr. Heni was forced to lie to one of the prospective passengers to Jakarta. Because he no longer knows what to do. He continues to be compassionate to prospective passengers flying to Jakarta and its surroundings today.

But it seems that nestapa gave his speech last time when he talked with Papa Bening during the application event Bening and Arjuna in Jogjakarta a few months ago. (can flashback read on chapter 56 : Application)

"Pras, I'm sorry. I regret. I want to see you one last time. Please God, give me a miracle. I want to hug Bening and strengthen him. He must need me now, "inner Doctor Heni is sad.

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While after the rumbling of her stall some time ago at Soekarno Hatta airport, Bening screamed loudly in her husband's arms.

"Fuck !! Huhoo... Papa, Mum. Why would Papa leave us? I don't want Papa to leave. Mama is gone. Why is Papa leaving now? I brought a gift for him that he hadn't even touched. Why should I go, Pah. Huhu.." cried out hysterically in Arjuna's arms.

"Ikhlas, yanks. Insha Allah now Papa is happy with Mama and our son there. Our son must be happy because he was playing with his grandparents there. You must be strong yank" whispered Arjuna softly in Bening's ear.

Candidate Kombes Pol one is trying hard in front of the wife. Before his wife woke up, he sat down on a prayer mat next to the patient's bed. His sturdy back shook and sobbed bitterly, without anyone knowing.

Finally, the two immediately rushed to the hospital where Papa Bening was located.

Chequek...

The creak of the door was opened, Bening immediately collapsed hugging the body of Komjen Pol Prasetyo Pambudi who was lying on a hospital bed in the condition of his eyes had been closed. Still wearing white cocoa clothes and black gloves exactly as when Riko, the aide, found the commander lying on the floor of his room.

"Father... O Allah. Huhu. don't leave Bening, Pah. Today is Papa's birthday. Bring a gift for Papa. A very special gift," the cry of Bening was heartrending to those who saw it.

The doctor, nurse, Riko, Arjuna and the Police Chief and colleagues who were there, could not bear to see Bening's heart embrace the body of his father.

"Bengan pregnant, Pah. Congratulations, Papa will be a grandfather. Clear dear to Papa," whispered Bening in his Papa's ear as he sobbed bitterly.

Arjuna walked closer and clutched his wife's body tightly. Soon Bening's body collapsed back. Fainted.

"Beep !!" arjuna's screams tried to hold the fainted wife's body for the second time.

Doctors and nurses rushed to help this young pregnant woman. So poignant. When pregnant young but gloomy wrapped in a heart-wrenching wound is approaching him. Testing back.

Will Bening remain as firm as a rock in the ocean?

Like the nickname of the father for him. Corals are strong and not easily fragile even though storms and big waves come to hit it.

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