His Purpose
190. Heaven: Beautiful Destiny of Sandra and Abhi

Abhimanyu opened his eyes slowly. He woke up with a surprised face looking around. The wind slowly stroked her cold facial hair and skin.

A vast field of flowers stretched out before him. Abhi slowly got up to keep his back away from the grass. He stood with a confused look. What is this place? The air's so cold. The sound of running water sounded faint, birds chirping merrily up there. Peaceful and peaceful.

Abhi looked down at her all-white clothes. He could also stand up, not paralyzed like before. He ... is dead. Is this heaven?

The melodious smile of a woman attracts Abhi attention to find the origin of the sound.

Slowly Abhi moved his feet along the fields of flowers. To the north not far from where he stood, a simple little hut stood firmly striking his eyes.

Tassels of mosquito nets waving in the wind. Flowers propagate on each support pole, decorating along the side accompanied by a small stream of water. His appearance was so sad in Abhi's eyes.

Slowly Abhi approached the cottage, climbing one by one stairs until arriving at the terrace court that felt cold made of wood.

The smile was heard again. A woman sat down to her back to Abhi who was pecking on the spot, closely observing the figure.

"Sandra?" whispered Abhi made sure.

The woman in white dress turned her head, turning slowly towards Abhi. His golden brown hair fluttered in the wind. Beautiful, just like when they met for the first time.

The woman stood back to look at Abhi with the same perp. Sandra was like the goddess Aphrodite who descended from the sky. The woman's perfection increased as the corners of her lips lifted to form a line of smiles.

The spotlight was shady looking at Abhi. "Abhi ..." it's melodious.

Abhi's eyes quivered, half in disbelief they could meet again, in different situations, circumstances, and realms.

Sandra no longer looked at him coldly, she no longer looked at Abhi with a vengeful look.

"Sandra ..." Once again Abhi called haru, full of pent-up feelings. His feet slowly approached, his hands raised reaching for Sandra's face and observing her after-goals.

"This ... is it you? We meet again." Abhi laughed with tears.

Sandra smiled and nodded. He touched Abhi's hand on his face. "Yes, it's me."

Abhi could not help but embrace Sandra. His hand quickly brought the woman into the deck. Abhi cried out over Sandra's shoulder. He poured out all the feelings and sadness that had made him desperate to live in the world.

Misunderstanding, the estrangement that led them apart until the end of life, all can not be separated into a pit of regret and the biggest mistake Abhi ever made.

Had he been willing to go deeper, had he and Sandra been able to better understand and understand each other, there might have been a chance for them to build a happy family.

"I'm sorry, Sandra. I'm really sorry" isak Abhi Parau.

Sandra patted the man's back gently. "I was wrong too. Had I been more open and daring to ask, perhaps I would not have dissolved into this stifling grudge, "he whispered mutely.

"No." Abhi shook her head. "It's my fault for not being honest with you. You ... Because of my negligence you must live in the midst of hell with Gibran. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Sandra."

Sandra took off Abhi's embrace, her hands raised wiping away the man's tears. He chuckles a little while talking. "You've always been a whiny long time ago."

Abhi smiled trying to hold back the crying as if reluctant to stop. He ventured into the lightning of Sandra's lips, then distanced his face nervously. "Sorry."

Sandra's laughter was beautiful. "Abhimanyu the boy was kind and polite. You're too old to be so cute."

"And you're the first woman to tease this cupu," Abhi replied not to lose. He returned with a smile to look at Sandra's beautiful face.

His wife was truly the incarnation of an angel. No, Sandra is prettier than any angel. Abhi was again made transfixed by her charm.

The sound of crying babies jolted their consciousness. Abhi blinked, while Sandra quickly moved from before him.

Abhi's eyes follow the woman's movements approaching a beautiful and funny looking rattan swing with mosquito nets and flowers. Sandra squealed to rock the swing until it moved slowly and gently.

The baby's crying then stopped. Abhi approached curiously and flinched with his body fixated. Two babies are sleeping comfortably there. Their little bodies wriggled softly adorable.

"This ..." Abhi muttered softly.

Sandra looked up to throw a smile. "Our son."

Abhi stared back at Sandra, long enough for her eyes to fall back on the swing under her feet.

Abhi looked at the two babies. One was so similar to Sandra, the other was a mixture of the woman and herself.

"This ... Our child?" Abhi still can't believe it.

However, seeing Sandra who nodded confidently, as well as her second appearance that resembled her and Sandra, Abhi could not help but believe.

Their two sons, now Abhi, can see him directly, in front of his own eyes. The pain and loss that befell Abhi God replaced with happiness multiplied.

"Arion and Artemis, that's their name" Sandra said.

Abhi also sat down beside Sandra. His outstretched hand rubbed the two tiny babies' eyebrows feelingly. His instincts seemed to be directly connected, accompanied by a sense of affection that appeared so touching the two.

"Arion and Artemis, thank you for coming back to our lives."

Sandra and Abhi looked at each other. They throw smiles at each other, crisp laughter playing out as soon as Sandra drops her head leaning on Abhi's shoulder. Abhi dyed in the woman's hair with affection. His eyes looked up at the blue sky that stretched over the beautiful field around him.

This is a special blessing from God. Abhi was able to re-hug Sandra, as well as their children who had been waiting for a long time on the rest of the peninsula.

God, Abhi is really happy now.

...—SELESAI—...