
Endro dropped himself on his knees on the mound of Pusara land which is the Mentari, the name of his late wife. He tightly hugged the tombstone with a body that shook, sobbing. His breath looked claustrophobic due to the irresistible cravings by him.
He looks pitiful to someone who is notoriously stiff, Random and cold. He had been holding doubts at the bottom of his heart. Not confident in one love.
Huk... Huk... Uuhq...
His knees are weak, his body tired. Now he was crushed and rested on a white tombstone that was almost worn out for more than twenty years.
"I'm a fool. I'm a real fool..." It means many times to itself. I don't know what made him wail like that there.
They said that the true love of Arkhan and Desri came through me thanks to God. I believe that... Their love is Eternal, true and forever.
Desri who loved Arkan so much ranging from all the bad personality of her husband, to the nature of his maturity that sometimes changes. With only one side in Desri, that is belief...
Likewise, Arkhan loves Desri even though he will no longer get anything big from his wife after Nummi, their daughter was born into the world.
But they have one power that needs their love, dear. Yeah, trust earlier.
Just like you have that trust in me, baby. So that you leave without fear leaving me alone in this world.
Try you think... If my love is not for you, then why am I still alive today? Why can't I replace you with anyone in the world, Mentari?
Right now I'm asking, because I didn't have that trust before.
I was stupid before, Mentari. But now, consciousness makes me more familiar with my stupidity...
It is foolish to think that I have never loved you... Stupid to think of our marriage only because of the vows I must fulfill...
Time and again Endro kissed the tombstone he was holding at the time, hoping to kiss his own wife.
"Monitorized... Don't torture me like this, honey. I now have the courage to say it. Saying I have confidence. Believe that I only love you....
Excuse me...
Sorry, Mentari...
Excuse me...
Sorry to say it too late...
Huk... Huk... Uh hhh..." Endro was sobbing regretting himself. Crying next to his wife's belly button. It brought out all the pain that had been bad in his chest.
Maghrib's time is almost. The thunder began to sound thunderous, splitting the increasingly dark sky. He was still reluctant to leave the ground that squeezed the body of his Minister.
The drizzle did not even make him rise. He was tired of crying, until the heavy rain made him feel at home for long there. Lightning and lightning did not scare him at all.
Taps... Taps... Taps...
A girl was holding him from behind. Endro was flabbergasted in his silence. He turned his head to see what was happening. He still remained in his silence.
Even so, the girl remained reluctant to start greeting herself. The girl simply watched him with pity and a little bit of pettiness.
"Nu-Numm?" Nervous speech. There was a tremor that he had difficulty stopping on his lips that was blackened from the cold.
"Why did you come here, honey?" Tanya Endro felt guilty seeing the disappointment on the girl's pale face.
"Om know? Nummi mustered a lot of courage to run in order to come here." Sumulan Nummi's.
"Sorry Om, honey. I miss Mentari very much..." I'm Endro lirih.
"Don't Om want to hug Nummi?" Ask the girl to ask. He looks scared actually.
"But it's wet, son..." Deny Endro.
"Nummi's afraid, Oom..." The whine started crying.
"But, Honey..." Not yet had Endro again refused, Nummi dropped her umbrella and immediately scattered herself into the body of Endro who was soaked.
"Nummi also feels the pain when thinking about how Om feels now. Nummi never got through it. But Om's life story has a sad setting, and Nummi dissolves into it."Nummi releases herself from Endro's body.
"Isn't Mother her sister, Om?" Press Nummi again sounds disappointed.
Endro riveted. Words that Desri often reminded him, he had forgotten in a period of time that he himself did not know.
"That means I'm Om's niece, right?" Nummi asked again with a gaze so attached to the bead, in Endro's unmoved eyelids.
"Omm?" Forced Nummi still heard hoping to wait for the truth from Endro's lips.
A small nod moves Endro's stiff head. "Your mother's sister Om, dear..." Endro granted Nummi's wish. "You're a nephew, Om." Connect again.
A smile of happiness began to expand on the lips of the girl. It seemed, that was all he expected. A confession from a foreign man dozens ago to his late Opanya. But by then, Endro had become his closest person, most importantly to his family. It was Endro, the bodyguard.
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