Forced Flow of Life

Death Warning

It's been exactly three years Elin's gone. Today the Kevern Family commemorates the day of Elin's death. They do prayer together. Black dominates their clothes. The mood of sorrow again enveloped.

Since Elin's departure, laughter has been the most expensive thing, especially Dhika. Their homes share the bodies that lost their lives. Empty and hollow felt, new sincerity looks hair.

They went on a pilgrimage to Elin's tomb after a joint prayer at the Kevern residence. All the family members surrounded Elin's tomb. Someone stood there squatting. They offered prayers again, asking that the spirit of Elin be received by the Creator.

One by one they started to go home. Until Dhika is the only one left. Dhika looked at her sister's last residence. Carolin Sasmita Kevern's name was engraved on the gravestone. Just the blank look that Dhika gave off, staring straight at the tombstone.

Over time his eyes reddened, watery dripping what he had been holding since. Dhika holds the headstone. Memories - memories of the past with his sister came one by one. Dhika recalled her smile, her laughter, her annoyance, her anger even her tears. Everything appeared like an old movie that he was playing.

A bitter smile in tears was engraved on his face. Pain gnawed at his heart. His longing was so intense, unbearable. But what power, there was nothing he could do kacuali prayer that never stopped he said.

Dhika has decided. Today was the last day he clasped tightly to his departure. He wanted to cry as much as possible, so that tomorrow he could let go. To give peace to the sister especially for her own peace of heart. Let only the memories that he can still hold, become a story that he will continue to keep.

"Good grandfather - good there. Take care of your brother, papi, and mom from there. Brother will let you down completely, but you are calm. Brother will remember you for the rest of your life," Dhika cried with a smile.

"But sorry deck, to forgive him I still can't" Dhika added in her heart. Dhika took a deep breath - deep. He wiped away the tears that washed his face.

"Sister go home first Dek. When - when will you play here again." Dhika stepped out of the funeral.

While at the same time in a different country, someone stared at his old photo together with a beautiful little girl. The photo was beautifully placed on a figura that he held. He looked at her long enough. After enough, he placed the figura on the nightstand.

He walked to the balcony of his apartment. He inhaled in the fresh air that day until it filled his chest to reduce the tightness in his heart. Guilt still lingered in his heart.

Arriving at home, Dhika immediately stepped into her room.

"Have you returned Dhik?" moor Mami Dhika.

Dhika turned to look at her mother. Dhika nodded then approached her mother who was sitting with papi.

Silent. Dhika was confused as to what sentence he would say. So too with Dhika's parents.

"Pi, Mi," Dhika looked at them alternately. Stevan Kevern, papi Dhika and Aunt Santi await the continuation of the words that Dhika will say.

"From today onwards I will recant the departure of the adek, Pi, Mi," Dhika stared inside her parents. "I'm sorry if all this time make Papi equally Mami stoic sad. I'm sorry, Pi, Mi."

Mr. Kevern stood out spread his hand. He smiled happily. Dhika hugged her Papi. Her mother also stood up and approached them. She hugged Dhika and her husband. The atmosphere of haru enveloped them, seeing Dhika who used to be going back to shift Dhika who was often moody. They cry together. Not the roaring cries, but the tears full of sincerity.

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