We initially wanted to revisit Tok Bali for the famous crab noodle. The wish was soon forgotten when we saw a sign to Pantai Bisikan Bayu. Kamal and I were so delighted about the discovery that we were able to joke about Khalish's crabbiness. As soon as our car reached a road that faced the beach, we found ourselves out of breath. Yes, the view was literally breathtaking.
The moment we breathed again, Khalish suddenly forgot about the things he cried for since all of us left Ketereh. He smiled. He said, "wow, cantiknya pantai", and, he simply stood still, facing the sea, for a long while. Kamal, meanwhile, bought jagung bakar and jeli kelapa for tea time. As for yours truly, she was so inspired by the raw beauty of the place that she could not stop from photographing the scenes. We just wished that we were able to comb the beach from the litter. How could they mar a picture perfect place?
Back to Pantai Bisikan Bayu, the three of us were there just to enjoy the view. No extra clothing, no towel. Just extra diapers for the little one. Therefore, Kamal and I looked at each other when Khalish insisted to be in the sea. The beach was deserted except for a few people at the other end, so, we felt that it was fine for the 2.9-year-old to bathe in the sea without any t-shirt, shorts, and diaper, the way he preferred.
Kamal and I bet that Khalish was the happiest person on earth that day, to be allowed such freedom. By the way, I realise that this is the first time I post photos of Khalish's scar from an accident caused by our former maid when she violated my instructions (while Kamal and I were away). Strangely, Kamal and I are at ease about the incident as we know God is fair and it might have saved our son from worse mishaps. We also think that the scar is unique; it is smaller now, but, you may see a part of world map on his chest.
So, he played and played on his own. Kamal kept an eye on him. I did so too, albeit with my camera. He was anxious about the foreign concept of waves, but, he could not wait for them to massage his body. While waiting for bigger waves, he played with the sand. Neither sand castles nor sand figures. Only sand bombs.
None of us wanted to go back. Khalish wanted to cover his whole body with the sand, then, washed it away with the waves, in loops. Kamal wanted to rest his mind with both the view and the comedy provided by Khalish. I wanted to wait for the sunset because I had a hunch that it would be spectacular, based on the promising start:
There was silence between Kamal, Khalish, and I. Each of us simply cherished what we initially wanted. The sand, the waves, the rest. All intertwined harmoniously. Kamal and I loved the way Khalish instinctively positioned himself; right in the path of the sunset.
The sunset, it was indeed beyond spectacular. Subhanallah.
Every now and then, we whispered that 'we will be there again' to Pantai Bisikan Bayu.