Destiny Habibie

Still the Same

In the morning, Habibie woke up with a dizzy head as usual. He sat quietly for a while, and turned his head to the side, where his sister was sleeping beside him.

A smile rose at the corner of his lips, even though it only lasted a few seconds. After that, Habibie immediately walked to the bathroom, to prepare himself.

Of course, everyone knows where to go. Where else if not to where Rima is. Habibie's days were about that.

His mother and father, could only sigh tiredly, to be honest, they missed the old Habibie. Habibie is friendly, obedient, obedient, polite, and kind.

A mother's heart does not hurt when she sees her child as a stranger. Cold, fierce, drunk, and even has never again carried out his duties as a Muslim.

"Where are you going, son?" ask mom, just want to say hello to her son.

"Nemenin Rima." Habibie answered.

"Son." Mother was so soft with a sad look.

"Don't say anything else. I go Bun," said Habibie who immediately breezed by, without greeting his parents.

"Bun, who is patient. Just pray, may Habibie soon find the antidote, so that he returns to be our Habibie," said the father to calm the wife, although he himself also felt pain to see the change of his son.

"Yes, yeah, aamiin." Mother guarantees.

Habibie drove his car at high speed, but then it was quite solid. He felt, if it was too late.

"Hi, sorry I came late, are you angry?" habibie asked, as soon as he got in front of Rima's grave.

The distance from the house to the cemetery is only about thirty minutes if using a car, and Habibie, he immediately ran, once he reached the cemetery area.

"I'm sorry, don't be angry. I woke up last night, you know why? Yes, because I was enjoying life, last night, it felt like I was flying and following you" Habibie said bitterly.

"You know? With me drinking like that, I feel like I can get close to you, even I can see you. But why are you silent and angry? Is it because I'm often late?" habibie asked, as if, Rima would answer him.

Anyone who hears it, will sound very sad. Habibie, a man who was so handsome, dashing, and strong, now looks weak and fragile helpless, after being left behind by his future wife.

"You, what's happy there? Why don't you come back too? Am I not important to you?" Habibie asked continuously.

"You don't seem to care about me, the proof is that you don't obey your parents. If only you were obedient, we would be together now, and happy," said Habibie, with trembling shoulders that turned out she was crying for the umpteenth time.

Habibie remembered the story of his future father-in-law, before the fateful incident occurred. In Habibie's heart was also angry at Rima who was careless and stubborn.

"Are you not thinking of me? Why did you just leave? I have what's wrong with you? Why are you so happy?" Habibie asked in a raucous voice.

"I love you so much, worry so much about you when you have no news, and I always ask you to tell me anything, right? Then why are you reckless? Why, Rim? Why?" Habibie has had a hiccup.

Rasany, her heart is still so painful it will lose what she experienced.

"Why don't you take me along, why go alone? I'm lonely when you go, come back, Rim." Habibie grew sobbing, even the keeper of the grave, joined in crying when he heard all Habibie said.

"Hopefully, you will soon find the antidote, you are a good man, your love is so deep, it makes you this weary and destructive" said the father of the tomb, before he passed.

The day began to swelter, forcing Habibie to wake up from a moment's sleep. Yes Habibie fell asleep, after she cried beside Rima.

"Engh..."

"It turns out it's noon. Ah, just here for a while, too" murmured Habibie.

"Sleeping near you always makes me comfortable" Habibie said with a chuckle.

He laughed at the strange attitude, if anyone saw him.

"Ah, I have to work. My money's up, so I have to work again, buy me another drink, then I can fly to follow you" said Habibie, but still sitting there.

"I'm leaving, don't miss, tomorrow I'm here again." This time Habibie really went from eating Rima.

He did work, but he was no longer a teacher. Habibie is now working as an online taxi driver who he says is not necessary at all times. When he wants yes he works, when he is lazy yes he is off.

Habibie just thinks, what he works for, if the purpose of work is no longer there beside him.

His brain had completely lost its sanity, he no longer even gave windfall to his two parents.

Any money, he would take it to the club and buy a few bottles, after which he would go home and sleep.

His days, so bland and flat. No more cheerful smiles, purpose in life, and happiness, Habibie really has transformed as a new figure.

"My life feels bland and flat. Losing you, like half my life is also gone," inner Habibie.