Space Rainbow

Falling in Love is Deep

Mother Kinanti

"I want to go home first to Bandung ma'am.. "

"Will Space go home? " I approached the handsome boy at the door who was now walking towards me.

"Dad mom.. I was critical, and I had not been back to Bandung for a long time. "

"If so be careful.. Sometime, ask Laras too.. He said he wanted to play there! "

"Good ma'am..Then I'm sorry.. Assalamu'alaikum's chat. " He reached out and kissed the back of my hand reverently.

Hhh..

I exhaled, took another deep breath.

There is an indescribable vibration when you are close to the child.

It was like finding my son..

Son Aerospace..

The one I carried for 9 months and gave birth to.

From the first time he saw her figure, a warm feeling suddenly radiated to my heart. Highlight his eyes while looking at me contained meaning.

Really deep.

How are the families in Bandung?

Mas Pandu, forgive me for not being able to accompany you in your last moments.

I know, I really sinned against Mas Abi because I haven't forgotten you.

All this time, he was the one who patiently took care of me and cared for me until now.

May mas Pandu and also our children calm there.

"What's up Kinan? " Suddenly, Abi was standing in front of me.

He crouched down and pulled my hand and grasped it tightly.

I shook my head.

"But you're like you've been crying. " Search, and I smile blandly.

"I remember my son.. " Switchily, I tried to suppress feelings.

"Kinant.. I've told you hundreds of times, your son must have calmed down there.. Don't grieve and cry for someone who has long died. "

"Dad.. Ii'm sorry.. " Once again, Abi only said that when I talked about my son.

Hundreds of times he said that, but that much somehow I'm pretty sure my son is still alive.

All this time, with all my limitations. It was very difficult for me to find out information about the family in Bandung.

Mas Abi's like shutting down all access so I don't know anything.

O Allah as the Best Helper.

Please help your servant to be given the opportunity to be able to once get news about the family in Bandung.

The only person I know is Dinar, my little friend.

But he never told me anything, as if he wanted to cover everything.

Mas Abi was good, even very, very good. As a friend of mas Pandu, he sincerely made me his wife after several years of departure mas Pandu.

"Kinant.. I really hope you will get well soon.. I miss very much.. "Mas Abi stroked my hand gently.

I only sing a stiff smile, knowing and memorizing how tormented it feels to be him. A man who never touched his wife.

From the beginning I had refused her request to make me her wife. But he insisted and promised to always accept me for who I am.

"Sabar.. I also want to get well soon, do not want to continue to trouble you.. " I said I wasn't feeling good.

"What are you talking about? I don't feel bothered at all.. " Mas Abi pushed my wheelchair towards the sofa.

"Behold, just look at Space like saying goodbye.. "

"Yeah mas.. He wants to go back to Bandung, he said he was sick. "

"How about we just match Laras with Space? " Usul mas Abi, and I responded with pleasure.

"Waaah.. I totally agree.. I like the kid, and it looks like they really like each other. "

"But then, let's ask the second one first.. Don't force it! "

I nodded in understanding, and we both sat on the sofa while turning on the television.

***

Spacewalk

Honestly, I've been very eager to go home to Bandung.But 2 months of my lecture schedule is very crowded.

Fortunately, this month there is a red date connected to the weekend. I took the time to go back to Bandung for 2 days.

Want to apologize to Eyang, because as his granddaughter.. I was too outrageous to have left Eyang in a critical state.

Also, I would love to meet someone I miss so much.

Intentionally not using a car and using air transportation to save time.

I was in Husein, and quickly stopped the taxi because I could not wait to go home.

***

I could not speak, seeing the many hoses hanging on his body.

Pela did say, if the eyes can no longer be anything.

But.. I didn't expect to see a scene like this.

As my body fell, I sat on the floor.

"Sorry Figures, eyang.. Sorry the number that has become an ungodly grandson. " Having the weak hand.

He moved his hand slowly, and opened both eyes slowly.

"A.. A.. The ka.. " Lirih eyang while moving her hands.

"Daddy the numbers here are eyang.. "

"iii... Nan.. "

"Mother Kinan? Figures have found mother, soon numbers bring meet eye.. "

Eyang just nodded slowly. Then closed his eyes again.

"Daily you ask the news den Figures.. " Mother Pela approached me. "Den Figures are healthy and fine, Alhamdulillah.. "

"I'm sorry I've been troubling you and Pela all this time ma'am.. "

"We don't feel bothered by.. We really love you.. It's best to den figure a break, it's definitely soybean.. The doctor also said you are not allowed to talk much first..Just given medicine and like his he's sleepy."

"Thank you ma'am.. " I left the room, and quickly walked to my room.

This room is still like before.. Nothing has changed.

Putting my body on the bed that I haven't lived in for more than 2 years.

Sailor..

I remember Pela.

It seems like he is working now.

I'm gonna ask you where Pela works. We want to quickly solve our problems.

***

"She worked in a gallery on jl. Martadinata.. den Figures want to go there to see Pela? But it seems to still work.. It's still noon. "

So said Pela's mother, when I asked her workplace address.

Eagerly, I took the car keys that were inside the nightstand drawer. Another car commonly used by Mr. Umar.

After spending about 35 minutes, I finally arrived in front of the gallery where Pela worked.

A small gallery with the name 'Growun Wedding Planner'.

Mother said, this gallery belongs to Lembayung tea and a Dusk our first class.

From across the street, I watched from a distance.

I decided to stay in the car and see the situation.

Not long after, I saw Pela coming out of the glass door.

Wearing a pink veil in line with his robe, long to cover the chest.

I was stunned to see the change in Pela now, for some reason I felt her aura of beauty increased several times over before wearing hijab and wearing the shar'i clothes like now.

Hhh..

Again I grieve my stupidity ever let go of his hijab because of my bejad orgasm.

I regret.

In fact, with such clothes actually makes the sense and despair in my heart deeper and greater.

And it's true..

Hijab is not just a protector for women, but describes how much power and beauty.

I rubbed my face rough, noticing her movements now that were much more graceful.

Frowning, because now Pela is opening the car door and getting into it.

Can he drive?

I smiled, preparing to follow her from behind.

After splitting the hot road due to the scorching sun, Pela turned her car in one of the cafes which was quite large.

I waited a while so that he could walk far in front of me.

Sitting not far from his seat.

As it turned out, he was making an appointment to meet with a client.Because I saw, he was presenting in front of them.

Really, Pela now turned into a more mature and admirable figure.

It's so beautiful now..

It also looks like a diamond.

It is also like a pearl in the seventh heaven that is awake.

And I, too, fell in love deeper.

***