GIRL UNDER THE MOON

why did it happen

the remnants of his laughter still ringing in the middle of the heart that thrashed because of longing.my steps seemed lost, with the way home increasingly blackened.I can only feel, on the longing that changed.

that day brought me to the point, where the time brought together. Under the speck of rain water that soaked the body, he hugged and clenched tightly, as his body shivered on a motorbike.

today became a question, against the time that changed his path.I tread an uncertain step. Among the human boisterous, even I felt lonely.I not only lost balance, I not only lost balance, but it was shattered into pieces and made me think that this was the end, because what was seen before my eyes was just a dead end.

I once filled each blank sheet into us, we who always fill and decorate each word into paragraphs. Each paragraph contains a verse and a poem that is made suddenly, he said, lines lined up beautifully, assembled into stories, summarized in one title "sweet memories with meera."

however, the sky was bright, suddenly dark, because the black clouds disturbed its calmness.The sun was also the holiest when it had to let it go to the storm. The full moon must disappear, leaving the stars shining alone.

that's when my poem suddenly disappeared, my tribe changed in grief, my smile faded, laughter remained weeping. I stood looking at the moon, then asked her "why is this happening?" he didn't answer, just left his dim light.I went to visit the beach, to just ask?"why is this happening?" he remained silent, only revealing the remains of memories that are difficult to forget.I had to conquer an uneasy day.

'attack 2018. news agency.

today is the 11th, 11th month, 2018. exactly 7th year ago I met him {meera} my name is ibn setiawan.people call him danu. I was born in the city of Pandeglang in 1992, and now my age is at the age of 27. after my death, I am still single, until this moment.

the age that is not young anymore, should already have a partner, at least plan for it. because friends of the generation with me, most already have a partner, even already have offspring. that's what my mother always demanded.

I am the first of three children, and the only son. My two sisters are girls. My first sister was named delisa, her age was only three years younger than me. to my mother's concern peaked, when there was a man who came to propose delisa. Sundanese term "karunghal" that is to first marry his sister.

I always hoped for destiny, for a better life, but reality led me to grief, reality showed loneliness, I felt buried in hope.

I work at a news company. Since 2013, companies engaged in print and online media. Resign several years, for reasons of education in bandung. khaila asked me to rejoin, after the owner and his father died in 2017. because the company was very meritorious in my life, I decided to rejoin, currently serving as chief editor or editor-in-chief.

in the office room. At the end of this, I was not so focused on work. My mind was very chaotic, because my mother who every day, always asked "when did you get married?" the question is always repeated not even every day, more every time my mother always asked him. whereas, I have reminded, to immediately marry delisa. don't be disturbed by me.

in the midst of a chaotic soul, I dissolved into a daydream without knocking and greeting, as was his custom, khaila would enter to meet, his arrival is not about work. at first he will say "healthy loe...?" he was a partner of mine from a long time ago, since starting as a reporter in 2013. since I first met, I did not know that his father owned the company, and he deliberately covered it.

I once made her cry, even broken, until now her mother still hates me, because she thought, I am the cause of her husband's death.

khaila who entered and found my face was moody, she was good at thinking "this is for sure, the act of nyokap lo. who demanded to get married immediately! isn't it..?" as usual, he sat in front, smiling indistinctly.

his sharp gaze looked at me. "your fate and mine are the same" he said, but seriously.he stood up, walked behind me. Then stopped his steps in front of the window, and then stopped his steps, he draped his hands over his stomach, showing a blank look that was far out the window. "we are lost in an empty valley, we only wish for someone who can get us out of the valley, but we never try to find our own way out!"

"until when nu...? we torture ourselves! meera tortured herself, you tortured yourself, while I was also involved in torturing myself. "until this second, between the three of us, no one has been able to get out of this reality!"

the words slapped me so much. I was too late in waiting, as if life no longer gave me a choice, even tears could not represent the depth of the wound. smile snatched, happiness vanished instantly.

after not hearing the response from me. khaila again sat in front. she reached into the contents of her bag, took the book and threw it on the table. "still remember that?"

in my mind I replied, "where might I forget it. A little book with a blue cover, red ribbon and sweet memories." with my hand reflexes took it. I slowly lifted up, smiling as I remembered it. a small note that becomes history in which the mind binds very strongly, about a room that had empty cherish, where traces of traces left the tone, become memories of poetry.

"where did you get that?" I asked firmly to look at his face, even though the book I threw away about 7 years ago.

he dodged it by laughing. "he he he."

disbelief pervaded the books, I could not believe that the little note with black ink was now in Khaila's hands.

"what's in it for you?" my many.

"when I found this book, then I read it" he said in tears. "what happened?" "i envy meera, I want to be a part of that story! if only I could, I'd like to be in his position and be meera" he said stammeringly.

"what did you find in that book?" askaku.

he turned his back, turned my back, walked at a slow pace, with an upright gaze with a teary face. "very dear! I didn't find the end of the story. I read it many times, but do you know? this writing, enough to make me tormented with curiosity about how the end of this story!" khaila said with width.

my head bowed, gently the palm rubbed his face, after hearing the statement from him.he did not know, what happened after. My long breath was a sign, a sign, that I was so tired that I could not continue the story until the end. "i no longer find the message of love, which always shakes the heart, strengthens the steps, and eliminates anxiety."

"i've tried and thrown away the story! don't remind me of him." I suggested for him.

"i'm not asking you to tell me back! let you tell it back to yourself, to find where your own stupidity lies" "uh, bring the book back!" khaila said with emotion, without saying goodbye to leaving the room.

khaila's words, as if a slap back for me. Even though my mouth said "had forgotten meera" but the heart insisted not let it go.

after the office, at 20 wib. kegalauan continued to cover my day.in the terrace yard of my house located on the street shaykh moh nawawi al-bantani km1 banjar agung cipocok jaya serang. I already have my own house, I have my own house, I live by myself, almost everything I have, except my wife.

steeping hot coffee turned cold, because too long in the precipitate is no exception to the taste.Hlaxon sound is heard loudly outside the fence. a white Honda Jazz RS was waiting for the gate to open.

"what a son, the nights come here!" I said in my heart.

with her smile, Khaila got out of the car with something in her hand. "hi.." he said spoiled. Without me allowing her to enter, she would definitely enter as well. and fight her profanity in my house, he said, like his own house, he served the food he brought, then we sat together.

"i came here intentionally! I'm still thinking about what I said this afternoon.I don't mean to disturb your calm! and there's no intention to remind you of your hard day." khaila told the point.

"its ok." I don't really question it. I don't think khaila's wrong either.

half a night, khaila accompanied me talking to me about meera. she asked me to reopen the story of meera. she also told me to, for me to continue the story and if I could it would come out as a novel, because Khaila knew that my ideals wanted to be a writer.

after Khaila, in the room I lay down with my arms, staring at the ceiling with a blank look. The book had reminded me of past memories, making me restless and wondering.if, if, if, I can forget some of my memories, I prefer to forget meera, and return to my life.

it was late at night, my eyes were hard to fall asleep, because memories always painted about his face. "do you have a little miss about my name?" "have I ever been in your dream, even if it was just a moment and then left?" if you were by my side, I would give you anything you asked for.

before Khaila came home, I promised her that I would open and read my story with meera again.

although it ended bitterly, even though I was unable to, but in order to fulfill his wish, I was willing to do it.

I'm not a scholar, I'm not good at writing stories, I'm not good at word processing, but I want to tell you about it.

check the story on the following page.if there is a wrong word, or sound grubbing.criticism and advice is needed to make the story better...

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