Khadija
first movement

...70. First movement...

Blue's decision of not wanting to appeal a bit left Kha upset and disappointed. Though according to Mr. Sarman's explanation, if Blue is willing to appeal, at least can reduce the number of confinement. Because Blue basically did it in a state of urgency, also the fact that Blue had tried to help the victim to stay until the ambulance came. But Blue still refused, citing the form of his accountability for the loss of Hendar's life impaled by a knife in his hand.

Since then, the world of Kha, the spirit of Kha is no longer the same. A week after knocking on the hammer, his days were alone in the upstairs room of the photo studio. Not a day did he move from the place where Blue always spent time before being with him first. All the activities he did in the room, except for the work that was first given to Dipa.

Mukena became a daily outfit that never separated from his body. And the ones that always hang in their hands. Kha follows the advice of ummi, always dhikr as much as possible so that the heart remains calm.

“Four years will not be long compared to the time you will spend with Blue after, Teh.”, Ummi said via telephone this morning.

“Ya, four years not long Kha, longer it's a thousand years that Mas promised.” muttered Kha braced himself.

Thousand years? Impossible, even Kha himself believed no ordinary human age had reached a number that long. However, for the sake of strengthening himself finally the silly word Blue said he made it encouraging when the heart began to be fragile.

Lama Kha sat leaning on the edge of the bed, looking at the narrow room filled with many belongings of her husband. He realized that he could not continue like this forever, hiding from the world that was a little unfair to him. Moreover, there was a life inside the stomach that continued to develop no matter how broken his heart was.

Kha rubbed his stomach while exhaling. “sayang .. May you grow strong like your father, our hero.” again, Kha muttered to his stomach.

Kha began to open the curtains that were closed during his occupation of the room, also opening the balcony door of the room. Very fresh ...narrow room was immediately cool after days just felt engrossed and cold, it was also thanks to the help of air conditioner.

Tok ... tok ....

From behind the rather open door Dipa appeared carrying 2 empty suitcases of her order.

“Teh, here's the suitcase, I'm in?”

“Iya, Dip, just log in.”

Dipa put the suitcase in front of the closet, “ini what to do?” ask Dipa.

“I want to bring Blue Mas stuff home. Shop again rame n?”

“Bby, I came out with clothes first.”

Today he plans to move the items in the Blue room to a new house. Since last night Kha tried to gather the intention to get back up from the downturn. Got to! Kha should not be like this continue, there is a child in the stomach that he should want his health. Also the store employees who have been in residence for days.

But somehow Kha is still an ordinary human being who can not always resist the longing for a husband who was just married a few months ago. While removing the Blue clothes, he smelled the distinctive aroma of parfume that used to be Blue on his clothes, and merta made Kha again longing, sobbing almost without sound.

“Patience, Tea, you are strong! Must be strong for your baby.” said Dipa while rubbing Kha's back.

Kha hugs Blue's favorite black hoodie, attaches to the stomach hoping their child feels the presence of the father, while rubbing the hoodie. Then ...

For whatever sake he was absorbed when his touch got a response from the occupant of the womb. After a long time only felt like a twitch, this time different, Kha felt something moving in the stomach. It was like .. wow, amazing. Like any other life in the narrow room, Kha shed tears. Again his mind imagines if Blue knows, sees, and feels, another miracle that God loves in the midst of the trials of their lives.

“Teh, which one did this put?” tanya Dipa, but ignored by Kha, Dipa's arm was pulled by Kha.

“Dip, try to feel.”

Dipa frowned for a moment, then widened her eyes when she felt what Kha felt, “Teh, this?

“Motions, Dip. My son moves.”

“Pelan, Tea, slow ...” Dipa warned.

So happy, Kha almost limbung because of jumping. Fortunately there was Dipa who was swiftly supporting his body. After yesterday like living alone in the world, now Kha feels like she has a sosk that will accompany her to paint stories along the path she will take.

First movement ....

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