Husband For Keara
Galen

Her name is Keara Assyifa.

His friends and closest people called him 'Ke'. Or more simply K.

Just K's.

Cheerful girl who has a dream of marrying young.

It was fun every time he imagined he would have children when he was not old. The difference in age that is not far away, will make it easy for him to get along with his children. He will also look like a friend to his children. Given his height that is not too high. You could even say tiny.

Hope to be with her children? But what it looks like the next 20 years also do not know. Definitely getting old. His name is also a dream..

However, his love destiny said another. Until the age of 24 years the dream never materialized. Twice her love has broken. Hope of marrying young is dashed. Now he wanted to bury the dream. Along with the raga Rizky mas that has been buried.

After the maghrib prayer at the mosque which was not far from the burial site, Keara was escorted home by friends from Rizky mas. Harris. The cold man remained without a word.

His wet clothes had changed black sweaters and light-colored jeans. Makes Keara a little calm and should not feel guilty seeing Harris who was wet due to the umbrella that Keara used earlier. Keara's clothes are also a little wet actually, but she is not having the desire to complain.

"Thank you for taking me home, mas." said Keara when he arrived home.

Harris just nodded. Both corners of his lips were slightly interested. But his face was expressionless. He drove his car after Keara got off and was seen getting inside the house.

Keara rushed to take a shower, changed her clothes, then prepared to leave the house again. At the dinner table, Arman's mother and mas are seen talking, but once they see Keara they both compact shut their mouths.

"Cock is neat again. Where are you going K?" ask mother.

"To Rizky's mas house, Mom. would like to help Rizky's study event."

"Eat first K, later mas Arman inter.." sahut mas Arman.

"Don't do it.. Ride your own motorbike.."

Keara's not a strong ass. He chose to ride his own motorcycle matic because that way, he can do his old habits. Crying while driving. Safe, because no one will see. Especially Mom and Arman. Calm down, because the sound of the stuffing will escape in the wind and the roar of the motor engine. Free, because he can linger crying while circling the city streets. There is no time limit.

It has become an old habit. Yeah, it's been a while. For the past two years, she never cried again. Ever since he knew Rizky. The man never made Keara cry.

Mother got up from her seat. Approaching Keara, then gently rubbed his two daughters shoulders. "Patience, Son.. God willing, Rizky has calmed down there."

Keara. Tears that had just shrunk when he took a bath earlier, now urged out again.

"Don't drag on.. Rizky is also sad.. He also definitely wants you to continue your life well." continued mother comforted Keara. He clearly knew that Rizky's soul already had its own business with his Lord up there. It was impossible to be grieved and feel the weight of his departure that Keara felt.

Keara.

"Continue college until you're done, find a job in a field you love, achieve a good career, take care of yourself, make friends, have fun, Do everything you want.. God willing you will also meet your soul mate. Soon."

Keara remained unmoved. He understood the meaning of his mother who did not want him to fall and close his heart. But today he also did not have the power to say back to Mother's words.

I have no reason to hold Keara. He let his daughter go on his motorcycle with a cry that had not completely subsided. Keara also freely continued her crying on matic, while driving to the Rizky mas house.

Keara is always welcome at Rizky's house. So is today. When Rizky's body can no longer welcome Keara's arrival at his house. The raga was gone forever.

Keara has known both Rizky's mother and father, Rizky's older brother Adi, and Angga, as well as his younger siblings Ica. They accepted Keara's arrival with open arms. Ica, the youngest who was the same age as her, also immediately rushed to hug Keara as soon as she saw the girl coming.

The modest house in the suburban housing complex was full of neighbors, friends, and Rizky's extended family who came from Kediri and Semarang. All gathered and prayed much for the serenity and spaciousness of the graves of their loved ones.

Rizky's kind and friendly personality certainly gives a separate heartache in the hearts of the closest people. The departure of Rizky at a fairly young age, 28 years old, greatly surprised everyone. Especially his departure which felt very sudden. There was no foreboding or last message.

That night, after returning home from Keara, after he was overtime at his workplace, a fatal accident claimed his life. Rizky motor banged and hit the flyover road divider. Rizky died at the scene.

The condition of the flyover road that night was not so crowded. The drunk car came from the opposite direction at a speed that was enough to make Rizky drunk. Rizky who was not ready with the situation, slammed the steering to the left without careful calculation of the next step. He also hit the road divider, then his body was thrown away towards the middle of the road. He took his life on the road. Even before the ambulance came to help, the angel of death first came to say hello.

Although it was called a single accident, but for Keara still a wasted car and that's the cause of Rizky's death.

According to witnesses, the car stopped for a while. Then it went fast and in an instant it was no longer visible.

Keara keeps coming to Rizky's house until the 7th night of her disappearance. He also saw Harris there. There is no desire of both to be considerate. Enough with a nod of the head when occasionally meeting a view.

Tonight, on the 7th night of Rizky's departure, Keara assured her heart. That Rizky's departure is real. That guy's not coming back. Forever. Farida's mother also convinced her many times. That Keara should move on with her life without Rizky. Just like his mother's advice.

Returning from Rizky's house, Keara parked his motorcycle at the shoulder of the road, on the side of a park at the end of a street in Citraland's elite housing complex. Far enough from his own home. This park has not been in the past two years. The park that bears witness to Keara's fragility.

Keara sat on a bench made of stone. The garden is not well maintained. The lighting lamp is lacking, making it comfortable to sit alone in the dimness. Not much to visit, either.

Keara feels this place is still as comfortable as it was six years ago. As she chooses this park when a tight fit fills her chest every time Nico, her playboy ex-boyfriend, throws up.

Keara's tears are over. He just sat down and there was no crying. His eyes are perfect. 7 Days he drained his tears without stopping. Now the water tank of that beautiful pair of neutrals is empty.

Long Keara sat there. Suddenly a man with a black mask and a baseball cap sat next to him. Keara. Then smile after.

"Galen.." said Keara.

"For a long time you weren't here. Something must make you want to cry, right?"

Keara nodded.

"You want some ice cream?"

Keara laughed a little. He was also confused about being close to this man. The man he didn't know. Even Keara never knew what her name was. The two of them only met in this park. Since six years ago. Since Keara came to this park and hitchhiked here. This man always gave her ice cream whenever Keara's cries receded.

Galen. Of course it's not his real name. It's a name Keara made, because this man is reluctant to tell her name. Rather than being difficult to call, it is better to give your own name..

The name Galen means wound healer. In Greek, it means helper. Characteristic means an attractive and intelligent speaker, has good speaking skills, is passionate, very adaptable, romantic, and full of ideas, and in Latin, means calm.

Keara gave Galen his name because he considered this mysterious man to be a healer of his wounds. He was always there when he cried for his first love. Despite always disguising her face with a mask, a hat, and sitting under the shadow of the trees, Keara really could not see her face clearly, but Keara was sure she was not a bad person who threatened safety.

"I'm not a labile ABG anymore.."

"Are you just a labile guy who eats ice cream?" Galen glanced at Keara at a glance. Then threw his gaze onto the highway in front of him.

"Otherwise now? Is your boyfriend cheating again?"

"Engga. My new boyfriend is very loyal. He loved me until the end of his life."

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