Black Heaven
Back to how it used to be, then,
The sound of lightning sounded thunderous. The raindrops began to fall, slowly the speck grew more and more dense. The chill began to be felt as the night wind quietly slipped behind the collapse of the rain.
Perhaps, this is what is called a gray Sunday night. The Lord of the universe seemed to pour out all the water stored in cloudy clouds, to accompany the mournful wail of a girl who was stunned in the living room. The girl is none other than Intan, she cries because of the wound scratches from Aji.
"Relish!" intan shouted while raising his head.
The tattooed girl was crying so much, she could not believe that the man she loved so far could just dump her. Yes, Intan knows that he is only a sinner. But Aji has given him great hope, by saying the word love and can accept whatever the circumstances.
"If it ends up like this, why did Gus say yesterday, if he would fight for me no matter what!" yell Intan. He began to vent all his frustration when he remembered what Aji had said to him.
"Why is my fate like this!" muttered Intan while massaging her dizzy forehead.
Intan moved from his current place, he ran into his room and threw himself on the bed. His tears were falling more and more, along with the speck of rain out there. Anyone would be puffed up when they heard his pill wail.
Almost thirty minutes of Intan hanging out on his bed. Now he sat on the edge of the bed staring at himself through the mirror reflection on the door of the closet in front of him.
"If you can't accept me, what are you sending all this for! why am I wearing this!" Intan pulled the hijab that had been worn since.
Intan throws her hijab in any direction, she takes off all the clothes she wears with Aji, "I don't need any of this! I'm hurt again because of all this!" Intan threw all his clothes in any direction.
The anger in his heart grew bigger, when the memory in the past came back to haunt him. He was looking for casual clothes like he used to wear.
"What does all this mean? these clothes should not be in my closet!" Intan took out some clothes that Aji sent, she threw them into the corner of the room.
The room is usually neat, now a mess like a warehouse that has long been unused. He vented his emotions by throwing away all the things that Aji had given him some time ago.
After being satisfied to vent his heartache, Intan stood in front of the mirror. He was silent, observing himself. Really, his current state is very sad.
"You must be strong! all of this pain is not comparable to what you felt back then, when you first came to this city!" Intan monologues with a view that does not switch from the mirror.
After a long time in front of the mirror, Intan suddenly laughed. He kept laughing with tears falling from his eyes. Maybe this is what I call frustration?
"It turns out that I only know!" intan said after taking something under his bed.
Intan opened the rectangular cardboard, then he took out the contents that were none other than Wine, a bottle of expensive drinks that he bought from the results of singing in the cafe. Intan smiled in satisfaction after seeing a drink that could make him float around without any burden.
"I'm sorry well, a while ago I left you!" muttered Intan after dipping the bottle containing the wine.
Intan immediately opened the bottle cap, he gulped it down without a glass. Intan continued to gulp down the drink like she was gulping water. Intan did not even care anymore about the price of the drink he spent in one gulp. A few minutes later, his body began to feel light.
"Well, I'm done" muttered Intan when there was no more intoxicating drop of water.
Intan fingered his bed to find where his phone was at the moment. His vision began to blur due to the effects of alcohol starting to react. Intan pressed the screen of his phone, where Jack's name was written there.
"Jack, please take three bottles of whisky JD to my house huh," Intan said after the call ended.
"Jack!" greet Intan as she opens her contract door. Outside the rain is still falling although not as heavy as some time ago.
"Why buy this much? I don't think it's here!" Jack was curious, especially after seeing Intan's face and Intan's chaotic appearance.
"Gue drink it yourself!" intan replied with a grin.
"Tan, you're okay, right?" Jack made sure of his best friend's foster sister.
"Gue's fine!" intan said as he handed over the money to pay Jack, "thank you Brow!" intan said while patting Jack on the shoulder.
"Mending now you're home, Jack! don't stay here long, you'll have to na-jis!" intan said with a thunderous laugh, Jack shuddered in horror at Intan tonight.
After leaving home, Jack immediately ran through the rain to his car. He stared at Intan from his car until the door closed.
After getting what he wanted, Intan returned to his room. The girl continued to chug the JD Whisky again and again, she had forgotten and did not care about her health.
"Gus Aji .. Am I too dirty, Gus!" yell Intan.
"Why did Gus leave me? didn't Gus want to take me home," Intan raved as the effects of alcohol became more pronounced on his body.
Intan kept raving indistinctly throughout the night. She cried and laughed herself out of frustration with Aji's decision. This was all Intan could do so that all the weight on his shoulders slowly disappeared.
"If Gus Aji doesn't want to marry me, then who do I marry?" muttered Intan with tears that continued to pour.
Intan, a pathetic girl. Good luck doesn't seem to be on his side. His life has been a complete mess ever since he left the pesantren. It sank into a deepening abyss of inaction. The stick that had been waiting for his presence, now has been broken and can no longer be made a guide.
"The Lord had to take my life so that I could meet my mother and father. In the world alone is too scary!" intan's rachauan is getting less and less.
Intan was lying on the carpet in her room. He curled up with empty eyes. This time, he had completely lost the direction of his life. He didn't know where else he would put his foot.
"Maybe I'm the one who's not self-conscious! I am a sinner but want to be Gus Aji's wife. Basic g-o-b-lo-k!" Intan is self-deprecating.
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