CURTAINS OF THE PAST

INTRICATELY

We spent time together, maybe not much. But enough to make us feel impressed with that time. We laugh and look at each other, but we never know when we can be this selfish.

Sometimes a lot of time gives us a chance to talk to each other, just that one time back makes us wrong.

We, summarized in one story after many stories from before that make us become unsure of the ending of happiness in the future.

But we, a pair of humans who want to linger end our story with episodes that hurt for ourselves.

I want us to have a story later, so we can smile, laugh, cry and then smile again.

Can it???

Iffah ran from the front fence of her house after getting off the taxi into a place where she felt comfortable for that long. Many times he knocked on the door as if impatient to lie down in the restroom of his contest, in a minimalist home where he lived with his younger brother, Ghali.

“Kak Iffah?” Ghali was so shocked by his brother's arrival at dark dawn.

“Ghali... Hiks.. Hiks... Hiks...” Iffah sobbed at the door of the house when he met his sister who was always there for him.

Although Ghali looked worried and reassured to see his brother's sad condition at the time, Ghali preferred to pull his brother's shoulder into the house and back lock the door.

After making a cup of hot tea, Ghali waited for her brother to feel a bit of calm.

“Thank you dear... “ Say Iffah after sipping the edge of the glass that has begun to warm a little.

Ghali lightly drew her lip line. “Now, try telling me what happened to Ghali, and why you came home alone with those puffy eyes.” Ghali really looks wise to address his brother's sadness.

Iffah took her breath so deeply, then exhaled it again slowly. For a moment, he started the story from the beginning of his meeting with Milka, Kamelia and even Misya along with his story. Ghali gaped at hearing something he had never heard before from a man he believed could take good care of his brother.

Ghali harbors anger against Toni for feeling betrayed and disappointed by her brother's boss.

“Now you rest first yes, Ghali sure big brother must be tired. Later before Ghali to the office, Ghali will prepare breakfast for brother, and do not forget to eat.” Persuade Ghali while gently stroking Iffah's shoulder.

Iffah nodded slowly and immediately stood up to enter his room.

*****

After the dawn's time passed, Toni and her family immediately set off for the city. There was no other reason for him that time except to meet Iffah who had misunderstood his feelings.

Tony did not speak even during his journey. Grandma, Om and his aunt also understood his feelings at that time, so they had to quietly follow Toni's mood.

“Om Bobi..” Call him softly to the middle-aged man who is next to him.

“Hmmm” Bobi turned his head full of Question marks and looked a little with pity.

“What will Iffah want to listen to Toni? Will Iffah understand? And does Iffah believe in Toni's feelings towards her at this time?.” Toni was broken in her despair and struggle. He seemed to have no courage to follow the storyline of his story that had just started with the girl.

“Om believe if you have trust too, son. But if you have doubts, then imagine your wonderful future with that girl one day if you will try from this moment on. There is no business that is not

fruitfully.

But look behind you once in a while, there you will find learning from him.” Yes, Bobi, his omnya who replaced Bram after his death. Being a wise man without being greedy and expecting more

of whatever the Zulherman family had.

He was also a disoriented man like Toni, if Bram didn't sacrifice his feelings for Chellin.

“Om like papa, exactly once. Thanks Om.” Toni said. His gaze began to contain staring at the straight and sometimes winding streets in his path.

Toni's grandmother stroked her shoulders slightly from behind as if giving a little strength to her granddaughter. Toni returned her grandmother's hand with a smile staring into the rearview mirror in front of her and

holding and slightly grasping the wrinkled hands of his grandmother.

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