Black Pen

67

Doni realized that my phone was falling apart, he looked at me with curiosity, I threw my face away as Doni looked at me sharply.

"Sorry, my phone fell while weighing a baby star. I know I'm careless". I bowed my head, for no reasonable reason. I hope Doni won't ask in detail.

"Dear, I understand. You can use my phone. I work anyway, I don't use my phone there". Doni gave me his cell phone. I'm so sorry to have done that, because my emotions almost lost everything.

***

How broken and broken my heart

When I hear your wedding news

The trembling of my heart is silent beyond words

Holds his shoulder in the chest

I am you really this heart

Still love and miss me

I haven't had time to dress the wound

You add this opening again to your heart

After a long time apart

I hope to see you again

I am satisfied to wait for you

But you're still mute

You should not care about me

Oh my tears accompany the day

Your match

Despite this harsh reality

I had to face

Memories then returned

Threshed my heart

I've played almost 19x this song very loudly, Lestari's song that represents my feelings. What I have managed to memorize out of my head, I am so lulled by this song, sentence by sentence that describes suffering above the happiness of someone who once stopped knitting in despair.

I drowned again, I let today the house fall apart, I want to mourn for once in my life & let go of all the memories that have now turned into sadness.

Home FaceBook, Instagram and Twitter full of notifications. Today Akbar becomes King one day, all eyes are on him, his whole family revels in celebrating the happiness that only happens once in a lifetime, all guests vying for a picture together, he said, to shake hands and congratulate them on the new life they will lead, while I am here, in a dark and dusty room, I let my body drain the tears of sorrow, my heart continues to curse as if this should not happen, my mind focused on the memory of Akbar. Akbar who has taught me many things, tears, happiness, laughter, sadness and iklas. Clause to accept the fact that destiny has separated us, and then brought us to the right people. And Akbar is definitely not the right person, he just stopped by to give a life lesson that is very meaningful.

All my friends know Akbar, no wonder if on the Social Mediaku homepage they compete to post a photo of their togetherness with the bride who is none other than Akbar, my prayer is full of congratulations and prayers for Akbar. I'm the only one hiding here like a loser.

One thing that caught my attention, I saw Juna post a photo of Akbar's happiness with his wife wearing a bright Pink wedding dress, immediately making me tickle. How not? it was the only color he hated most in his entire life. But on her wedding day, she proved that hate was only about the time that one day you would turn to like her.

The longer my heart hurts, the more I scroll the porch the more I find the reality, the bitterest reality in my life is watching it sitting in the undercover.

I looked at the young Pink Teddy Bear doll that used to be a silent witness to our happiness, I hugged it tightly. I spilled my disappointment there, the more I remembered the pain it felt the more.

My mind kept wondering how he could get married while 5 months ago he was still seeing me, he was crying out in front of me, maybe like this he felt at that time, he said, the deepest wound he had even felt.