Hand Scribbles Fad.

My karma 2.

Today the day I left the hospital, I never met Karma once. He never came and never again appeared in the park even though I waited a long time every time there was no definite answer that I got.

Once I got home, I immediately asked for a letter he said from Karma. "Ma, which Melody friend's letter? Melody wants to read," I said impatiently.

"Mel, read it slowly, yes. Remember it was your choice and not your wrong one" I replied. I honestly don't know what I mean by saying that. But I just nod.

"Melody to the room first, yes ma." I stepped quickly into the room that I had not seen for a long time. I miss the stuff I put together here.

So hungry, I immediately lay on my soft mattress. Uhh, it feels more comfortable than a hospital bed. "What does Karma say, huh?" I said a little guessing with curiosity. Did my friend pass on the guilt or did Henye want to congratulate him.

I can't wait to open it and read the letter from Karma. "What'sthis? Kidding, right?" I said staring at the letter in my hand. My tears flowed by themselves without excuse.

I immediately ran out of the room and approached me. "Ma, this isn't real, is it? He's just a fad, isn't he?" I demand answers impatiently.

"Mel .., you said read the letter slowly, baby. That's reality and you can only thank your friend," the answer from my nyokap has become proof that the contents of the letter I hold is true. But my heart doesn't accept that.

"But ..., why does it have to be like this, ma?" the crying was unstoppable, I roared.

"Why should Karma be a donor, ma. Though Melodi wants to see him when Melodi can already squirm again. But, but, but what is this, ma?" I was complaining like a child.

"The desire for melody is only one, and it can not be realized!" I'm still upset.

I nodded in confirming. "The boy said that it was his wish, even though he wasn't in the world, at least he could still see through the eyes he put on you, Mel."

"Why don't papa and mama prevent," I complained softly and a little stubborn.

"You think papa and mama nerima are like that. Papa is the same doctor who does Karma and there is no chance of recovery. The end of his life is only one and it's the child's last wish. There's no way mom and dad would refuse, son." I said.

"Karma also said he wanted to help you to get back to seeing the colors and he was sure of what he decided" he said.

"Run your day better, Mel. Don't waste a gift from your friend by doing strange things like before. Papa doesn't ask you to be the kindest and most obedient child, but I want you to at least know what you can do and what's dangerous for you!" i nodded. That day I spent crying all day.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my eyes, the color of my eyes was different from the color of my previous eyes. "So ..., here's how we meet each other now, Karma. Thanks for everything, I promise, I'll take good care of the eyes you gave me. And I'm gonna try to have a happy day like you wrote in your letter," said I spoke with the air.

A few weeks later, my parents and I went to Karma's grave. As promised, I did not cry anymore, only one or two tears fell without permission and I could not prevent them from coming out of my eyes. I wish my best friend all the best I know. I also routinely go there if there is no busyness, greeting, praying, and thanking Karma.

Years later, I have never forgotten my karma. I am also alone, although many come to propose. No one is as good as Karma, that's what I think. Everyone is looking at what and how I am now. No one is sincere and wants to share it with me when I am in trouble. Nyokap and bokap I also raise my hand if the problem of soul mate, they leave everything on my choice. I think I'm the one who walks, so I have to be sure that I want to step up.

I am still alone, not because I want to. However, because I want a really good partner and want to hear my complaints. I want to be loved in joy and sorrow, I don't need a partner who is only there for the joys of doang.