The Love Traces of RAHWANA

Ravana 23.

I just got to the apartment after I got back from the airport. I decided to return after the wedding of Kuara and Yuta only.

I threw myself on the couch and turned on the TV. A piece of news that was being broadcast left me shocked to death. I immediately got up and stood looking at the TV screen in disbelief. It was a news story about a plane crash with a flight number that was almost kunaiki.

I immediately remembered Yuta. Yuta took my place on that plane. And now the plane has crashed? Not likely.

JEJLEK!

I looked up when someone opened my apartment door. It turns out it was Ben.

“Woman! Thanks God. You're doing fine. Luckily you traded your plane ticket for someone else.” Said Ben who patted my shoulder.

That's not the problem now. But Yuta. What about Yuta? He's getting married tomorrow. I wish a little miracle for Yuta's safety.

“What happened? Do you know anything? That's your family's airline, right?”

That's why I was able to exchange my ticket for Yuta. This airline belonged to the Abraham family.

“I don't know for sure. I haven't heard anything. Right now, my dad and mom are busy gathering information.”

“My friend is on that plane, Ben! Do something!” My peek. I subconsciously gripped Ben's collar.

“Hei! Why are you?!”

My chest suddenly felt tight. When conscious, my body is not powered. My clutches slipped from Ben and I fell on the couch.

“You why, bro?”

“My friend, my friend is on that plane.”

“Calm, Cloud. Search team has been deployed to search for victims.” Ben tried to calm me down.

“In your opinion, what percent of the chances are there are survivors?”

But I already know the answer. During this time, there is very little chance of any passengers surviving in a plane crash. Especially when the plane was smashed into pieces at the bottom of the deep ocean.

I suddenly thought about the fate of Kuara when I heard this news. Just imagining her sadness has made me not strong.

I decided to help the BRI in finding Indonesian victims. Every wait for the slightest information about the victims.

Three days of searching, the rescue team finally managed to find Yuta who was already in lifeless condition.

In the hospital morgue, I heard the roar of Yuta's mother. I feel a little guilty about this incident. Because I gave my ticket to Yuta, and finally he was the victim of the plane that I should have been in that position.

“Thanks for helping Yuta.” return Said Yuta's father who greeted me tightly.

My heart was like it was broken to pieces to get that treatment. But my mouth was locked to tell them. I dare not say that I gave my ticket to Yuta, and exchanged his life for mine.

“I only help as much as I can, Sir. I'm so sorry for.”

“Thanks.”

Today, I joined the family of the late Yuta back to Indonesia. Abraham Airways has provided us with a plane. It was not only Yuta who was the victim. But there are 9 other Indonesian citizens who are also victims and are returning to Indonesia with us. The KBRI also accompanied us and helped take care of all its administration.

“Thanks to the Cloud. Fortunately there was Mas. So no convoluted.” Said Mr. KBRI sitting next to me.

“Sama-sama, Sir. Glad to help.”

It's an advantage for me to know the Ben family so well.

It was late when we arrived at Yogyakarta International Airport. Because we had to stop at Soekarno-Hatta airport, Tangerang, to move the bodies of others.

Yuta's coffin was immediately transported by ambulance to the funeral home. While I'm going home first.

“Mama would like to apologize with her son Mr. Basri.”

“Why, Ma?” My toot.

Mama's tears melted on her cheeks. Me and Papa can only look at each other.

“Mama is grateful because you did not get on that plane. Because of that Mama feels guilty with Mr. Basri.” Mama is still sobbing.

“Already, Ma. It's already destiny. We can't do anything.” Papa pats Mama's back.

A few days ago, my family was in a fog when I heard that the plane I was supposed to be boarding had crashed in the sea. They thought I was one of the passengers.

When Mama called me, she sounded relieved because I was still picking up her phone. And I'm telling you the truth. That I gave my ticket to Yuta. Which turns out to be a ticket to heaven.

“Mama feels guilty to Yuta. Oh, my God, how is this.. Huhuuhuhu.”

Other than the sobs of Mama, there was no sound. Well me, Maiga and pWhat, we just fell silent.

What Mama felt was the same as how I felt. I feel guilty because indirectly, I made Yuta in that plane.

In the morning, me, Mama, and Papa, we all went to the funeral home in Turi, Sleman. There were many mourners present. Likewise with bouquets that have been lined up along the road around the funeral home.

We immediately went inside to offer our condolences to the family of the late Yuta.

My steps stopped at the door. There, near Yuta's coffin, Kuara was crying while holding the coffin. Rubbing softly. He seems to be saying something. The tears keep melting. It hurts my heart to see it.

I didn't go on inside. I turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

“Awan!” A call made me look. It was Mas Sota who was walking towards me.

Mas Sota is the older brother of Yuta who yesterday went to Boston with his father and mother.

“Mas.”

“Women. Sorry I didn't get to say thank you yesterday. I would like to thank you very much for helping to accelerate our return. If not for you, maybe now we are still stuck in the administration.”

Ah, my heart is getting sick. Mas Sota didn't know that Yuta was taking my place.

“It's okay, Mas. I have to apologize for only being able to help like this.”

“No, no. This is more than enough. Thank you very much yes ,Awan.”

I can't even answer that thank you. I'm nervous. The guilt grew more intense and hit my chest.

“Why not log in?”

“Today, Mas. Replace with others.”

Nope, no. That's just my excuse. I couldn't see Kuara crying. My heart is broken to see it.

“Ya already then. Thank you once again for bringing my sister to her final resting place.

Oh, my gosh. My chest's tight. My eyes began to wander. I could not even hear clearly when Mas Sota left to go somewhere else.

Instantly my body collapsed and fell on the ground.

“Mas, why? Is the machine okay?”

I can only nod weakly. Then I sat down on the chair with the help of someone who asked earlier.