Dear, Soul!!

Faiq's Story: Flashback (2)

I am a son, whose wings have been cut off by my own father.

My talents and interests are now buried by the great hope that Father has placed upon my shoulders..

I'm not me, I'm just a puppet..

Satisfying the desires of parents with a burning ego..

There is no longer my superman, there are currently only monsters whose masks have fallen..

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As his father wished, Faiq left the lectures he liked, leaving behind all his favorites. He buried it in the dreams he had been craving for the past few years. What he had been trying to achieve his dream, now he just left without being able to do anything. Truly, he did not have the strength to keep what his desires and dreams were. For him right now, the safety of his loved ones is what he should prioritize, even at the expense of what he owns and wants.

Faiq occasionally denounced the fate he had, he cursed inwardly with all the harsh words he could not utter to his father, the seeds of hatred starting to grow slowly.

Faiq was now far away in his birthplace, though, he is in the country of people with a larger body stature than the citizens of the hemisphere in the Asian continent who tend to be smaller in stature when compared with humans from other continents.

There was nothing Faiq did right, he wasted his life there. Not properly educated, and not living as well as before. He became someone who had no purpose in life, no motivation and desire to become a better human being. All he knows right now is how he can be happy and forget the real life he has.

Whether it was just how many times Faiq entered his college class, the rest he used his time to have fun, squander his father's money and enjoy whatever he could enjoy. How to live without rules.

During the day, Faiq will have fun with the new friends he meets there. Free association makes it more uncontrollable in doing something, there is no prohibition.

Previously, Faiq lived a life of unrest every day, he seemed to have no spirit of life. The day she goes through goes round and round on the road aimlessly, and the night will reflect to tears as the longing she has for the woman she loves settles deeper into embracing and embracing her.

Every night, Faiq would think about what the woman who owned his heart was doing, what Sasa had in mind and whether his heart lover also missed him like he was near death it felt like holding back the longing. The bad thoughts of the possibility of Sasa hating him for having left without the message, became more and more so. The night is getting late, the further Faiq's mind wanders around the woman who is now in a different country and continent with her.

Every now and then he would love to contact Sasa, no matter if the woman would scold him for leaving for no reason and no strings attached, at least it let go of a bit of a disturbing longing and made him cramped, but the intention to contact and inform Sasa he finally broke down before starting. Faiq recalled his father who could expose Sasa's phone, and possibly Fauzi's phone. When he was caught, it could have put his two loved ones in danger.

Again, Faiq could only endure his yearning without being able to do anything to make up for it. A very clever helplessness made his heart ache to shreds if he realized.

Faiq who previously lived his life half-heartedly was met by someone who could pull him out of the rumble of despair he had. Someone he calls a friend, who gets him through his days no longer by wandering the streets aimlessly.

Faiq's encounter with Jazz, a man of great stature, allowed him to enjoy life while living on a different continent from where he grew up the last 19 years. Faiq was finally able to have fun in his half-day during the day as well as at night, indefinitely.

The days that he usually went through alone, now turned into crowded after joining Jazz and friends owned Jazz. Almost every day have a party and a party, and will go home in the evening or maybe early morning where the morning begins to come.

Almost every day is like that. Go home in the morning, sleep until the afternoon and will start the activities of partying and frolicking at night. Life cycle is almost the same as a bat. This kind of daily life also, which makes Faiq a little out of the shackles of longing from the lover of the heart that always disturbs his feelings.

Faiq's friendship is expanding, so many types of friends he has met. Various criteria, talents and work from friends that he had were able to make Faiq get to know the world more widely, and it was very profitable for him. Moreover, the friends who have so loyal and have high solidarity. So, even though they are like a group of young people who are not new, but actually have their own goodness from each of them.

Everything is still the same. He still wasted his life and abandoned the education his father had prepared for him. Only, this time he wasted his life by having fun, not by being alone in his slump.

Time shows at 3 pm local time. Faiq was still lying lazily on his bed to gather his consciousness after sipping a few glasses of alcohol overnight to make him drunk and fall asleep. The bitter taste that perched on his throat, made him force himself to get up and take a glass of water to refresh his feelings a little. The scent of alcohol that was intercepting was still unable to get him used to it, so he still felt disturbed.

A glass of water was gulped at once, the bitter taste that had been perched in the throat was now dissolved even though it still narrated the unpleasant bitter tastes.

Faiq went back to his room, he could already estimate that tonight's invitation to party would be on his phone. But his footsteps stopped when something was touched by his feet.

Faiq with the energy he was trying to gather as he could, lowered his head and took something he had accidentally stepped on. A photo that I don't know how long it's been lying on the floor like that.

Longing to attack him again when the beautiful face of the woman he once had as his lover, adorned sweetly in a piece of photo that is now in his hands. The photo he had brought before leaving the place where he had lived all this time before flying to another continent.

Faiq returned to the room with a piece of the photo he was holding. His eyes began to glaze over, his feelings raging again with a burning longing and the desire to contact but he could not do.

He sat on the edge of his bed, looking at the photo of Sasa who looked so sweet with a decorated smile on his lips. Faiq's mind wandered back to the time when they used to spend time together, and enjoyed each moment with happiness despite the small quarrel coloring their relationship.

A notification on his phone shifted his eyes that had been fixed on a piece of photo he was holding. Tears that pooled in his eye so that it made the two eyeballs look glassy, he wipe. Fauzi lazily grabbed his phone on the edge of the other bed. A message from Jazz. As usual, the invitation to party for tonight, as well as the location that has been sent by Jazz.

Faiq only stared at the short message sent for him. Unlike before, he would quickly send a reply message to Jazz with his consent to come along. But this time, with his feelings that were as melodious as they were now, it would not be possible to make him enjoy the party tonight.

“Sorry Jazz, heute kann ic nicht gehen” Reply message Faiq sent on Jazz. Tell her friend that she'll be the one who can't join the party tonight.

“Why? R U okay now?” quick reply Faiq received from Jazz. A question asking her situation. Judging from the message he sent, it seems like Jazz is worried about him at this time. Because Faiq never refused the invitation to party from Jazz.

“I’m okay. Mach dir keine sorgen, mir geht es gut” Reply Faiq told Jazz that he is fine and there is no need to worry about it.

“Kontaktieren sie mich, wenn sie etwas brauchen” Once again Jazz showed concern for Faiq, by asking Faiq to contact him if Faiq needed anything.

“Okay, thanks Jazz”

Faiq put down his phone again, and again looked at the photo of Sasa who looked beautiful with his sweet smile.

“I miss Sa, do you miss me too? How's it going? What are you doing now? Howwasyourdays? Is it fun??”

Faiq was bowed for a moment after throwing out all the questions that would not get an answer.

“Sa, have you forgotten me now?? Or do you.... You hate me??”

Faiq regained his memories of the time he left his town with no strings attached to Sasa. He went back to thinking how long Sasa was waiting for him that day, the day they made a pact to eat out celebrating his accepted design. What Sasa felt when he did not also come even though Sasa had waited a long time and whether Fauzi had told Sasa of his departure.

“I'm sorry.” His tears accompanied an apology that did not reach the owner.

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Huhu forgive Lina if there is any language wrong. It has the help of Google translate. Huhu if anyone understands better, please criticize and guide him