Finals

Wound Scars

What would you do if one day accidentally met an ex-lover? are you guys gonna say hello? or just being silent without saying a word?

"Naya, what's going on?"

Tiva who had been in the kitchen rushed forward after hearing the noise.

"Mrs ..."

The voice was heard again, the voice of the man I hated.

"Lord!"

Finding no response from me quickly Tiva touched my shoulder, making me realize after a few seconds I was staring hatefully at the man.

"Sorry Tiva .. My hands are slippery. I'll fix it."

I put away Tiva's hand that was still on my shoulder. Without a second thought I picked up the broken glass without gloves.

"Don't be put on your back, your hand will be hurt" the man said.

I don't want to say his name and I don't care. I just want to get out of his presence. If not, I'm afraid I'm out of control.

"Hey .. I told ya-"

"Take off .." I said.

He touched my wrist.

"Mrs ..."

For the third time he called me softly and I didn't like it.

"Let go of my hand breng - sek!"

I brushed his hand rough. The glass fragment that I originally only picked up now I held firmly. I looked at him with anger, all the negative feelings gathered into one on my chest. I got rid of my fear of getting out of control and see what happens now.

Our eyes are squaring. I could clearly see her surprised face mixed with sadness. But is that really true? this man who once left me can express himself like that?

No, he must be pretending.

"Naya, why are you like this?"

When he asked that question, my eyes immediately warmed up. Some of the bulir that came out made my view foggy. It seems like my crying will soon break.

"Jeez Naya .. Look at your bloody hands!" shout Tiva.

I looked at my bleeding right hand. The red color of the blood made my feelings even more chaotic.

It hurts!

"Nay, let me do it later"

"Little wounds only, I'll take care of Tiva."

Regardless of Tiva's words that had stretched me as well as that man, I immediately took all the broken glass into my hands and walked towards the kitchen without looking at it in the least.

The pain in my hand started to creep up but it wasn't much when the old memories with the man came up. It was in the same condition that the man nagged me.

"It's been said not to immediately use hands, so bleed .. wayward anyway."

"Sorry .. I forgot. You mad?"

He just shakes.

"Why do you get angry?" ask me.

"Punishment for you."

The memories are even more painful.

I threw the broken glass into the trash. Then I looked back at my hands that were already filled with blood.

"Naya, here I take medicine first."

Tiva caught up with me with a box of medicine he had.

"Thank you Tiva but I can be alone."

Using one more hand I took the box.

"But Nay—"

"Well, I can do it, you continue cooking."

I wiped the tears that almost came down my cheek. At least if I want to cry, I don't want to cry in front of my friends.

"I'm sorry I think I'm going straight home. The broken glass just cut it from my paycheck today, Tiva."

I took some gauze from the medicine town and pressed the wound on my hand, hoping the bleeding would stop soon.

"Are you sure it's okay?" ask Tiva.

I nodded and picked up my tote bag before leaving.

"Sorry Tiva has ruined your restaurant."

That's all I can say and leave without waiting for an answer. I came out through the back door of this restaurant even though I had to turn the road at least I wouldn't have met the man.

All the way home, I cried. Although not sobbing but I was trying to hold back all my might so that my crying did not break. Like the last time I cried.

I thought I'd be strong when I accidentally met her one day. I thought I wouldn't cry when I looked at the face that left me. I thought the tightness in my chest would not recur when I heard his voice. But it turns out I was wrong.

"Why did God bring me to him again?! I've been tired enough to forget her all this time ..."

My trembling voice coupled with the sobs of crying that would not stop made me unable to step. I want to cry but it's not home.

I hid behind a tree on the side of the road. My feet can't move in this condition. All I can do now is crouch down and drown my face. Cover it from the eyes of people.

In this sad state I was crying. A feeling of tightness in my chest constantly asked to be let out. The wound in my hand also hurt. And my tears don't want to end soon. What can I do if it is like this?!

"May? why here?"

A voice was heard in my ear, but I was trying to hide.

"May? what's up?"

I don't want to answer her. Can't he just go and ignore me?

"Naya, look at me."

He held onto both of my shaky shoulders, with one try he managed to hold my head up. Showing my face that has fallen apart due to crying that does not want to stop.

"Why are you crying?" ask her in a panicked voice.

"Sa .. saka ...!!"

Seeing her panicked face made me cry even more. The thing I don't like the most is already happening, my friend seeing this messed up me.

Without further ado and excuse me, Saka hugged my trembling body. This way my crying won't stop anytime soon. I'm too late to tell a lie that I'm okay.

"It hurts .. It hurts so much, Saka!"

Without me realizing from a distance that is not too far away stands a man that you must know who the person is.