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Some Stories About Wounds

Renzana Alcatraz

The train slowed. It was almost half-nine when the train arrived at Pemalang Station. Kanya still hugged my arm and leaned on my shoulder. Eyes closed. The woman looks so tired. Physical is also his mind. It was heartless to wake him who seemed to be asleep. Although I can't tell if he's really sleeping or just resting his eyes.

However, since after returning from the hospital, Kanya had not had time to eat anything. He even refused the noodle martabak I offered before we left. We immediately set off in an online taxi that Putra had ordered, after asking Hanung for permission. Fortunately I can still hunt for train tickets whose departure we can pursue.

Slowly, I stroked the children Kanya's hair that covered her eyes. It still doesn't get stuck. Even more tightly hugged my arms and looked slumbering in his sleep.

My smile expands. That girl, why is she so adorable? Even when he was asleep he looked funny. How can a woman who looks so innocent while asleep, have to bear such a painful wound?

"Mas Araz why are those smiles looking at me?" kanya asked with her eyes closed.

"I'm glad that this moment was missed."

The tip of my lips is expanding. I ruffled her head gently. I don't know since when the woman woke up, but still deliberately closed her eyes. Or maybe from the beginning he never slept as I thought.

"If that's what I can do, right? Unfortunately if the moment of kayak gini is missed just that," reply Kanya increasingly tighten her embrace in my arm.

A middle-aged man who had just climbed up and sat down in a chair beside us, smiled at me.

"My wife also often hugs my arms when traveling by train. You guys are a matching couple. Where are you going?" the man said kindly as he put the bag in the trunk above his seat.

I smile. I glanced at Kanya who was moving restlessly beside me. I can assure you, the woman's face must have met red. Blushed.

Justright. Kanya must be ashamed because her actions were considered as a wife by a stranger we did not even know. However, I like. I love it every time Kanya's face meets red. Hammers. Somehow it made her look so innocent as well as gorgeous flirting at the same time.

"Thank You Sir. We want to go home" I said, answering the middle-aged man's question.

"Oh, from Jakarta?"

"Yes. There are things we need to finish at home. That's why we're home."

"Yes, yes, go home while you have the chance. Parents like us often feel lonely if too long do not meet the child."

Before long, a woman came over and looked grumbling because the man seemed to be talking to a stranger. "She always nags when I talk to strangers. Though I always tell her proudly for having her."

"May we too be like Father. Age together."

"Yes, yeah, enjoy the ride home, son."

After I thanked him, the man sat down in his chair. While the wife began to hug the man's arm and look for the most comfortable position as Kanya did. My smile is expanding again. Will such a time pass? Seeing the man with his wife, a feeling of envy quietly arose in my heart.

"Couldn't we be like them?" I whispered involuntarily in Kanya's ear. The woman opened her eyes. Staring at me with astonished eyes. "Once you go to sleep. I shouldn't have added to the burden of your mind. There's still plenty of time to talk about us."

Kanya. The woman closed her eyes again. Even if I knew, he wouldn't sleep this time.

"Mas Araz knows why I didn't agree to Mas Araz's marriage at the time?" kanya asked in an almost inaudible voice.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of facing the most bitter reality in a relationship. Betrayal."

My forehead wrinkled. I don't know which way Kanya's talks will continue.

"First, Mama once said, that she would not be able to live if not with Dad. Mama says that Dad is the love of his life. My mom promised that she would never marry again. Mama will stay every same father until death picks her up. But in fact, he easily turned to Om Eka.

Exactly a year after Dad's departure, I thought Mama would still be faithful to her promise not to marry again. But secretly she's been going on a date with Om Eka. Funny thing is, the man that Mama dated was her son's boyfriend's parents. Ironically, they used the pre-pregnancy excuse to ask for our blessing. Can not imagine Mas, two people who are old and have experience, but use the reason already pregnant first to attract the sympathy of others. That's the ridiculous thing that ever crossed my mind even as a woman who hasn't turned 22.

The night before I decided to leave the house, we had a long argument. About why Mama betrayed her promise to herself not to marry again. About why the man should father the Son. Also about the thing I didn't think about why it could be done by two adults. Did Araz know what Mom said at the time?

You're a child, Kanya. You know what you are about adult love. Mama same Om Eka used to be a lover. Before finally Om Eka went out of the country to continue college and your father came to propose to Mama. The story between us is not complete, Kanya. What's wrong with Mama now continuing that unfinished story?

And when I asked about Mama's promise to Dad that it's impossible to live without the man, Mama just smiled while looking at me lightly as if I didn't know anything. He said, if there is no truly sincere love and keep the loyalty to the end. That man was my first love. Like every father who became the first love for his daughter, but with ease Mama said so. If only that person wasn't Om Eka though, that day I would still leave the house if Mama's statement remained the same. It's not about who, but more about what Mom did to me. On himself. On his promise to Dad. I can't take it all, Mom."

Arm's warmed. A soft sobbing began to sound from beside me. Kanya was crying softly.

Again, I could only hug. While occasionally stroking her hair that was getting messy due to rubbing against my arm.

I glimpsed Kanya's head in the hope that she would no longer cry.

"Remove all your wounds, Him. Complete all the burdens that hang in your heart. After that, I'll make you heal. Maybe not completely forget, but maybe I can treat some of those wounds. Is love not meant to heal?"

There was no response from Kanya. A soft sobbing was no longer heard. The woman fell asleep still leaning on my shoulder.

I smile. Kukecup once again shoots Kanya's head.

"Good sleep, dear. Everything will be fine when you open your eyes."