About Taste

Gilang And Nina

Kiran had been planning something for a day she was in her grandmother's village. He intended to take a short walk, enjoy the peaceful rural atmosphere and away from the hustle and bustle of vehicles like in the city.

He remembers his childhood here. He never got tired of spending all the school holidays in this village.

Running with his brother, playing marbles under a tree with other village children. Play a boat-boat in a ditch that is quite swift and all the games of his childhood that he will never forget.

However, there was something that instantly gave rise to the thick clouds in his eyes. The event, the fateful event in the river that took the life of the only brother he had.

Kiran still remembered how every second of the event, for years she closed the dark story in the bottom of her heart so as not to cause more wounds because of loss.

But today, that memory was clearly unraveled before him. Like slide-slide pieces of a story in a movie. His hands were flailing in the river because he could not swim, he almost drowned.

If only his brother hadn't helped him, he probably wouldn't be standing here anymore. In the village that holds many beautiful memories also wound in his heart.

His brother tried to grab his hand and take him to a place not too deep. Then everything happened so fast, suddenly the river flow was getting faster and his brother was dragged away from him.

Kiran tried to reach her brother's hand that had drowned, but she could not do much.

His brother was swallowed up by the river quickly, by the river he cried roaring.he ran as hard as he could to tell his parents.

It was too late, his brother disappeared until a search was carried out along the river.

Three hours later his brother was found bruised and swollen. Maybe because he hit and he drank a lot of river water. He was found wedged in the roots of a large tree 500 meters from where they had swum before.

The memory clearly disturbed the old wound in Kiran's heart. As Kiran's tears melted, she remembered how her brother had tried to help her and pull her away to be safe. But it turns out he himself was even dragged by the river.

"Ki..., what's wrong? You cry yah?" ask Eva.

"No ko Va, it's just a flickering," he replied quickly.

"Ki, until when the hell do you not want to share my story? I'm your best friend, Ki," Eva continued, feeling that there was something that Kiran had hidden and made Kiran cry like that.

"When I was a kid, I used to come here, Va. I'm the same family all love to vacation in this village where our grandmother lives. And in this river I used to play and swim together. At that time the river flow was a bit heavy but we both still wanted to swim. I almost sank and my brother helped me, but when he helped me he was dragged and finally far and far away to be invisible again. I cried here, I called my brother until he was finally found in a state of blue and bruised body due to impact. I feel guilty about him Va, because I am my brother until he dies..." The story goes to Eva with tears that she can't stand anymore.

"Dad, Va," Kiran replied briefly.

"Dad, we go home and your grandmother will start again. We didn't miss out on him."

"Well, we can forget that."

Memories of his brother still lingered in his heart. He did not think that now his brother had really left and the events of a few years ago turned out to cause a longing that he could not bear against his brother.

Finally, before returning home, he decided to visit his brother at the funeral. His brother was buried in this village, because his brother always liked to be in this village.

The funeral was not far from his grandmother's house. She went with Eva and her grandmother. There he said hello to his brother while shedding tears.

"Bang, Kiran's coming. Sorry Kiran can only see you now. It's not because Kiran gan loves or doesn't care. But Kiran did not have the heart every time he squirmed the mound of land where the last brother rests. Kiran feels guilty for everything that happened.But now Kiran is here, Kiran kangen bangat same brother. Brother how are you? Bang, I'm in fifth semester now. It is great that I bang, I majored in literature bang, exactly with my ideals that want to be a writer and poet. Oyah bang, Kiran came here with a friend and friend of Kiran. Her name is Eva, Eva is beautiful loh bang, Eva is also good. She lives with Grandma now. Bang, Kiran kangen." said Kiran half sobbing.

"Ki, you're patient, yeah."

"Son, your brother must be smiling now because he is proud to see Kiran now grown up" said his grandmother.

"Bang, Kiran is really kangen..."

"Now Kiran, we should go home now it is very late in the day you can not go home to the city.

"Daddy Nek, I send a prayer first for brother."

The funeral atmosphere became very quiet, Kiran, Eva, and her Grandmother Khusyu in prayer. Today, Kiran returned to the city carrying a piece of memories and memories as well as a longing for her brother.

All still imprinted in his memory how his brother fought for his sake. The journey home was filled with memories of his childhood.

Memories are like blades, slicing in the right place. Leave the wound at once longing and finally whatever is separated will never happen again let alone change. Except for the gagging, what else?