Genk Socialite
Heartbroken Angel
Risma Samaya's.
Now I am in a beautiful garden. There are roses, jasmine flowers, good night, and just about all the flowers in this garden. In this park there is also a river that flows fast, I myself do not know where the flow of this river.
In addition, in this park many beautiful women with extraordinary beauty perfect, with their eyes are observant, wide, and sparkling. I saw one of the beautiful women move places immediately filled the place with fragrant fragrance and light.
Is this what you call a garden of heaven? And those beautiful women of extraordinary beauty, with their observant, wide, sparkling eyes, were the angels of heaven. Subhanallah, it's beautiful.
I scratched my head without itching. “Why can I be in this surge park?” my question is in my heart. I try to remember the previous events. The last thing I did was sleep at twelve. Does God take my life out of sleep?
If that happens, I am very grateful to God. I am tired of living in the world. What is life for if you no longer have love?
“You are wrong Risma, instead your life is surrounded by sincere love.” There was a man in the back. I think in this garden of heaven there is only a bidari heaven but it turns out there is a guy too. What's a guy called? The paradise?
I feel something in my heart. Something stuck up, the guy behind me, who knows my name? I turned around wanting to know who this guy behind me was.
Now I'm dealing with a guy who seems familiar to me. The guy has white skin characteristics, tall, sturdy, his eyebrows thick but unfortunately his face is glowing. Because that light makes my eyes can't see his face clearly.
“Who are you?”
“I am a person who sincerely loved you for ten years.” Only that word came out of his mouth. I am confused about being made by him. All this time I never felt there was a guy who loved other than Bastian, let alone loved me for ten years.
“If you love me, quickly tell me what your name is and which person!”
“You will know for yourself who I am at the right time.”
Teng.tong.
The sound of a bell at home was heard by my ears. Do you think there is a bell in the garden of heaven too? Suddenly the guy in front of me disappeared in an instant. “Hey, where are you? Don't go!” my yelling.
“I will appear again in front of you at the right time.”
My eyes are open. The ceiling of my room was my first vision. Huh huh? So that was just a dream? I was still confused as a toothless cow, my brain trying to digest what the dream meant? For 24 years I lived in the world, never dreamed of being visited by a guy let alone his guy say love.
Teng.tong.
Again, the bell sounds. It was only then that I realized that the sound of the bell had awakened her from a beautiful dream. “Ah, who the hell is coming? Because of him I failed to know who the person who loves me is?” I started to grumble.
Teng.tong.
I'm getting pissed. People outside the home, can't wait. This is the third time he's been hitting the bell. “Iya, briefly!” my yelling. I lazily dragged a step outside the room to open the door.
When the door was wide open, I went into a frown, for I found no one. “Who pulled the bell? Don't-don't.”.
My hair stands up imagining the person who pulled the bell was an astral being. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a rectangular box. The box is covered in umbrella paper. I wonder about the box. I picked up the box. On the umbrella paper it says “To : Risma Nabilla” but no name of the sender.
My forehead is wrinkled reading this novel tagline, “When your heart is hurt, believe me there will be an angel ready to treat your heart wound.”
I am no stranger to that word. But where did I hear that phrase? Nath what made my eyeballs suddenly point towards the wall clock attached to the living room. I was suffocating in shock when I saw the clock. “Oh, my good. It's eight o'clock. I'm late for the office.”
Last night I promised myself that today I would have to start the office again after four days off. I rushed into the house to get ready for the office. While the novel I was holding, I put it on the living room table first. Later after returning home from the office I read the novel.
***
I never get bored, even though I say the same prayer every day. “May God allow us to always be together.”
Even so today, the rain out there was definitely heard even though I uttered it as a concubine gust of wind.
Before you go somewhere far away. In this case you are already unable to reach and I can not reach in the arms. Think about all the things you said to me.
“I'm always with you, in your heart. I'll take care of you as much as I can. Ye know? You look like a flower. Rose flower, I don't like it You're more like a dandelion standing upright in between anything. Challenging his petals that would one day go in the wind. Not to disappear but to bring new hope. Promise me that after this you will still be a dandelion. He may be fragile but he is strong.”
To you, once again during the span of time we have been through together, it is not just the happiness I have gained. There's a void there. I call it the void. Slowly the void became a pit of pain. I managed to hold on until yesterday. Yes, that defense is destroyed when you end this relationship and choose to live happily with another woman.
I feel this chest hurt. Trying desperately not to cry. I'm telling myself that I'm not that weak. But free, mini mala accompanied by rain that turned drizzle, my tears broke.
And I suddenly remembered something I left at the guest table this morning before turning over to get ready for work. A novel. Curiosity slips through the cracks of my heart.
Once the novel was found. The first thing I read was the synopsis.
Risma Nabilla, when she received an invitation from her best friend from Elementary School named Keyzia Anastasya, her feelings were mixed between sad and happy. Happy because finally Keyzia found the right partner after 20 times changing girlfriends, while sad because her best friend was married before her. At SD-SMA time he and Keyzia always snacked together, truant together, sick together even ever to the toilet together. He wants to be equally successful first just married.
Not only that Risma felt, she was also confused about who would come to the wedding of Keyzia with whom. If he comes alone then he will be a soft meal of his friends who throw questions, “When do you know?” Because all her friends at SD already have a husband and their children respectively.
At the age of 24 years Risma, he is still loyal to his singles status. Not because of unskill but because he had a hard time moving on from Bastian Yoel Permana, the guy who had the sweetest smile among all the guys in his high school first. Risma and Bastian had been in love for 11 months, before she went to London to continue her studies there.
Fortunately there is Felis, his best friend from SD as well. Felis who always faithfully accompanied Risma so Risma was not too sad with her singles status. Felis gives advice to Risma to find a new betrothed so that it can be brought to the wedding of Keyzia. In order when asked when the next time, Risma replied, In Sha Allah will not be long, just doain so that our love gets to the pelaminan.”
Risma agreed with Felis' idea, he also asked Felis to find a provisional bust until Bastian returned to Indonesia. Felis's way is to open a temporary scourge search audition for Risma. At first Risma did not agree with the audition but after being persuaded finally collapsed as well. Instead the audition brought Risma back with Bastian.
Will Risma and Bastian's love go smoothly? Find the answer in this novel.
It only took me an hour, I had finished reading this novel. Honestly, the novel Broken Hearts is the first novel that successfully made me shed tears. And this novel also makes me wonder half-dead who will be the author? In the novel only written the name of the Prince of love, he did not include the biodata behind the novel.
His hunch that the author of the novel knew me well proved that the storyline of the novel was exactly the same as what I experienced. Not only that, the names and characters of the characters are also the same using the people around me, including Bastian.
I try to remember who is the closest person who can make a novel. Mas Bima's? It doesn't feel possible. Mas Bima is just as much as I am interested in the culinary world and do not like reading. Felic? Indeed, he likes to read but since SD if told to make a poem he asked to make me the same. Can't he write a novel?
“I have to find out who the author of the novel Angel Broken Heart,” my resolve is round.
