Festive Collection

EPS 73'S. EMPTY SKY

“The light is not able to illuminate the world like the sun. But to the sky, it is the moon that always warms its cold nights.”

It's late at night when the sky's cleaning up his desk. The office is empty leaving only a few people who are still struggling in front of the computer. Phew. He breathed a tired breath. A very exhausting day. Whether there is anything with his superiors to sadistically give a pile of work to be completed today as well. Fortunately, it was finished before tomorrow.

The sky stared out at the glass wall that displayed a view of the city. He smiles. Can't wait to get home and roll around under her warm blanket. Then he immediately cleaned up the files he was doing and took his bag and stepped out after saying goodbye to his friends who were replyed as usual.

Out of the building where he worked, a cold night wind greeted him. He took the dark green jacket that was draped on his right shoulder and immediately put it on.

The streets were still crowded even though it was already very late. The lights of the roadside shop were still brightly lit. The city is like partying in the middle of the night. While waiting for the bus to come, Sky looked around him to eliminate boredom as well as drowsiness that suddenly attacked. Three minutes later, either because of the sweet sound of crickets or the night breeze that froze him, the sky fell asleep even until the bus stopped in front of him then drove back to leave itself stumbling.

But the night did not let it, the sky jolted when he heard something fall. He who just woke up still did not understand the situation until five seconds later he realized then turned his head and found a woman dressed formally sitting on the sidewalk while holding his feet.

“You're okay, Miss?”

The woman stopped rubbing her legs when she heard the voice of Heaven, then looked up at the sky.

Sky stiffened. Unconsciously he held his breath. Time stopped at that moment, too. Everything blurred until all that was seen in his eyes was just a woman in front of him. He didn't think it would be this fast. More precisely, he did not expect to be reunited with Wulan, the woman who fell.

“Tu-sir, looks like you're the one who's sick here.”

Time went back and everything was as it was. The sky looked back at the city in the middle of the night. The sound of vehicles roaring back caught his ear. He also did not hold his breath anymore.

Then clumsily, he smiled and shook his head. “Let me help.”

Wulan received the Sky's outpouring. “Thank you.” He said with a smile.

The sky smiled widely. It went wide until Wulan shuddered to see it. But the sky couldn't hold it much longer. For two years he waited patiently, relying only on the Almighty. Waiting without being able to do anything is painful. The sky could have gone to his hometown to meet Wulan. But he can't. It was as if a transparent wall was blocking the two.

Suddenly the events of two years ago swirled in his head. In a moment, the smile on his lips vanished. The sparkle in his eyes was gone. The longing that blows out is like a fire doused in ice water. The wound was gaping again, wider and bleeding.

Wulan who saw the sky change frowned. He looked at the confused sky. When he opened his mouth to ask, a bus stopped in front of them. The door was open waiting for them to come in.

But both are silent. Even Wulan only regained consciousness after hearing the sound of the horn. He hurriedly picked up his bag lying on the sidewalk and rushed into the bus. Right after that, the bus walked back to leave the Sky which was still silent while looking right at the brown bead belonging to Wulan who was still looking at him confused.

The bus smoke is still billowing. It even smelled in the nose. The sky stared once again at the bus Wulan was riding.

Then when the cold wind hit him again, Heaven caught him. Whispering wind. Everything is no longer what it used to be. He turned to stare at the plain black night sky with no moon or stars illuminating it. And again, the wind whispers that the moon does not shine as bright as it used to. It might even no longer exist to shine light on the night sky.

“Lang.”

“Sky!”

“SKY WOY!”

The sky jolted to the point of accidentally dropping a pile of paper beside him. In a hurry he tidied the papers aided by Dion, who called him earlier.

“Why the hell? There is a problem?” dion asked without looking at the Sky, busy with the papers in his hands.

The sky shook, lazily replied. He doesn't even care if Dion doesn't see his arm.

“What's up calling–call?”

Dion chuckled, knowing that Heaven did not want to discuss the matter any further.

“After you were silent. I linked you to nothing. Especially the satanic waitress. Can repost once,”

The sky stared at Dion sharply. Even the grin is not clear. Sky sighing. He thought how he could be friends with someone this thick. Oho! And this chuckle. Trying to ignore Dion who started chattering exactly like a child who could just talk. The sky focused with the papers in his hand. After all, Dion will stop if Heaven doesn't break it. So, let's just say that during Dion chattering that sounded was just Yiruma's piano chant.

And Heaven succeeded, for the next ten minutes he was silent. Dion finally gave up. After everything was done, Dion went home first. Sky nodded.

Dion thinks that no-no, it turns out that night has enveloped the city. How long he daydreamed until night did not feel his arrival.

“I've wasted a lot of my time in vain today.” Sky shakes.

Then with both hands clenched and a forced smile, he said “Spirited Sky!”

The sky laughed at itself. “What's the spirit?” he said while chuckling

He looked around and laughed again. There was absolutely no thought that he would be in this very place he avoided.His hand was raised revealing the bottle of drink in his hand.

The corner of his lips lifted into a sinister smile. He also did not expect that the drink in his hand entered his body and was having an effect on his body.

“So... here's how it feels.”.

His hands raised poured the contents of the dark green bottle into the glass and drank it in one gulp. This was only his third glass and he immediately felt very dizzy.

“Basic beginners!” it means to himself.

Then with annoyance he put the bottle rough so as to cause a loud bang but still unable to beat the sound of club music. The sky got up and walked out staggeringly after paying for his drink.

“Hei Wulan! What are you doing there, huh?” pointing at the moon in the sky.

The sky laughed cynically. “You're so arrogant anyway?!”

“You know who I am, Wulan? You know not, huh?!” he screamed while beating his chest.

“I am your lover know!” face pouting.

“Aish.” The sky lowered its head, stroking its achy back neck from looking up for too long.

“You are so high anyway. I can't touch you.” His grunt was slow while still looking down.

Suddenly his face became grim. “Wulan.. I miss.”.

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He was walking leisurely while looking at the scenery around him. As usual the city remained crowded even though the black sky had already enveloped. He sighed in heart. Then looked down at the black pantofel shoes he was wearing working today.

The cold wind was blowing slowly. I don't know why it didn't make him feel cold. Quite the contrary. He feels warm. His hands raised touched his chest.

“What...this?”

Heart warms. Something he had never felt before. His soul that had been empty was somehow like it had just been filled even though it was only a single point. I think he really wants to do something that I don't know what. He had to do that, but he didn't know. I think he really wants someone.

Unable to find out what the answer was, he was startled with his suddenly wet cheeks. She frowned when she knew she had just cried.

“I... crying?”

“Hei Wulan! What are you doing there, huh?”

He was still confused by his circumstances when a voice pulled him back into the world. He looked up, looking for the origin of the sound. He didn't even realize his feet were stepping.

Then he stopped in front of a nightclub. There, a drunk man stood while staring at the moon. Talk to yourself and laugh at yourself.

He was already preparing to leave when his hearing caught the sentence coming out of the man. He was silent, more precisely surprised. Then slowly, he turned his body and came back surprised to see the drunk man fall down on the sidewalk.

Again, his body was not his. Because a few seconds later, he was there when the man fell.

“Master, are you okay?”

For reasons unknown to him, he felt anxious upon seeing the man. But he got rid of the confusion first. Right now on his lap was an unconscious man and he couldn't possibly let it go like this.

He was thinking of a way to take this man to the hospital when he heard the man's raucous voice.

“Wulan..” he said slowly with a surprised face.

Doubtfully and astonished that the man knew his name, he replied. “Iya, I'm Wulan.”

Actually, he wanted to continue,

“How do you know my name?” but it was stopped considering this man could have fainted again. The only thing that comes out of his mouth is..

“Can you stand up sir? I have to take you somewhere. Where is your home?”

“Wulan..” Then unexpectedly, the man cried and called his name constantly.

Wulan was confused. He tried to calm the man down. “Master, what's wrong with you? Why call me on? Do you know me?”

It might seem like her big-tasting self to bring out such questions. It could not be, the so-called man was another Wulan. Moreover, this man was drunk, surely he was not aware of what he said. Wulan also did not expect that he would ask that question.

Then with a sudden movement, the man in his lap got up and sat down before him. His index finger was raised. Then out loud, he said “Hei Wulan, look at that!”

According to Wulan, he looked up at the clear night sky. There are no stars, only moons. And it makes the moon look more beautiful and brighter. Then, it happened again. Warmth enveloped his heart, filling one more point.

“Long right?”

Wulan turned. He saw that the man was looking at him. Wulan looked back at him. They still hold on until Wulan breaks that silence, “I want to know your name.”

The man smiled. But Wulan saw sadness in her eyes. “Langit.”

Wulan quiet. Earlier, when Sky mentioned his name, part of him felt it was not right. His heart was excited as if it could no longer accommodate something he had been holding for so long. The world seems to be narrowing down, pressing it on shackling feelings. He's having trouble breathing. But, Wulan was still unable to deduce this feeling.

“I miss, Wulan.”

Furthermore, Wulan gave a startled shriek as the Sky fell and re-fainted.

Sunlight enters through the ventilation of the room. Light up a dark room with someone still sleeping in his bed. Before long, the person woke up only to look at his confused room and exclaimed softly when he realized his surroundings were a familiar place to him.

He then got up while holding his head.Suddenly something felt turbulent in his stomach. The nausea instantly attacked him. He was flushed to the bathroom in his room and vomited all his stomach contents.

“Sial! I really drank it.”

With a limp step he came out of the room and prepared breakfast. Thankfully, it's a holiday so he doesn't have to have another bad day.

Finished breakfast and making sure his dog ate, Sky took his dog for a walk in the park close to his apartment.

“Hah.. good morning world.” He said with a big smile.

Then he started his jogging after warming up with a small run followed by his dog.

An hour later, he finished and rested on a park bench while drinking cold water that he had bought.

“Reacted only dreams.” Mumbled slowly.

Rutches

“Hey, hey what's up?” he said as he stroked the white dog beside him.

However, the dog kept barking until it made some people look in their direction. Panicked sky. He wanted to get up ready to go home because he thought that his dog was not wanting to play in the park. But he was surprised by his dog who suddenly ran.

“Hei dog!” his yell.

Seconds later he realized from what he said. The sky put a guilty look on the mothers who looked at him sharply while covering her child's ears. The sky scratched his un-itchy head. He was wrong to call his dog. Because the dog has no name. Not without, but not yet. The sky was still waiting for Wulan who promised to give the dog a name.

“Hah... What are you doing anyway?!” he said he was annoyed when he managed to chase his dog.

The white dog just kept quiet and kept barking at someone who was just realized by the sky. slowly he looked up to see the face of the person and was surprised to know that the person was Wulan.

“Wu.lan.”

“Err... Do you know me?”

The sky was immediately filled with guilt. This is Wulan, her lover until now. Although he doubted Wulan was still calling him a lover since the fateful incident.the beginning of all the problems that hit him now. His name is Wulan and he has acute amnesia. Difficulty remembering permanently. And everything happens because of it.

It was raining when the sky was carrying his motorbike with Wulan behind him who was hugging his waist tightly. Then it all happened so fast. A truck suddenly came from the opposite direction when Sky's black motor was turning. And then he finds himself in a hospital with some injuries on his body. But Wulan did not, he was sentenced to experience permanent loss of memory.

“Im sorry my dog.”

Then, he left with heavy strides and a claustrophobic heart resisted longing.

Three days have passed since that incident. They no longer meet. And during that time, Wulan felt uneasy. The feeling came back. A complicated feeling that until now he could not know his name.

Then, as dusk disappeared and the night sky shrouded, Wulan grew more agitated. Every time the cold wind blows it. Every time he goes through the nightclub. Every time he waited for the bus at the stop. Every time he heard a dog barking. I don't know why he wanted something so badly. But I don't know what it is.

And now, when the night wind hit him, he again felt it. Wulan sighed tiredly. “What's with me?”

Bruk!

“Ah shit.”

“You all right?”

The man looked up and everything was as they had met at the stop. The crowd around them vanished into the wind. And both of them are in a euphoria called memories.

“Wulan.”

The night wind blew and as usual, it carried no cold but a pleasant warmth. The warmth is a sweet memory. Then, he understood the sense that for these three days haunted him.

Wulan looked up at the black bead in front of her.

“I miss…

…Langit.”