Heart Shackles

Fragile Without You

Cloudy clouds thickened, a drop of water fell. The February rain is getting worse. Disperse the crowd of time.

Among them is a girl with a pair of rags who is running around looking for shelter. His back bag he used as head protection. Arriving at the empty storefront, the girl snorted in annoyance. The weather cannot be predicted when it rains which makes it wet.

Hugging her own body that is cold, the girl saw the traffic of vehicles that still crowded the city of Bandung even when it was raining. His clothes were soaking wet, the long-sleeved mid peach knit cardigan he wore was not enough to protect his body from raindrops.

"You want some candy, tea? Let's not wait for rain," bargained a man in his thirties.

"Hatur noahun, Kang." The girl picked up one candy that the man offered.

"Which name is it? I'm Mamat, it just happened to be again from the hospital nebus medicine My mother, uh .. instead of rain," explained Mamat.

"I Dew, Kang. Kang Mamat's mother is sick?" ask Dewun.

"Say my mother's doctor had blood cancer, did I forget her name?" reply Mamat.

"Leukemia, Kang?"

"Well, eta. Leukemia," Mamat replied.

The deg!

Leukaemia. One of the most hated words. Because of Leukaemia, someone he loves goes away. His face began to gloom, which had been displaying a friendly smile now changed into a smile. Memories of the past open again show invisible holes that gnaw at the heart.

"Say my mother's tea age can't last long. Atuh I do not believe, whose name is the age of God who is terrible, not the word doctor, yes 'kan Tea?" Mamat.

"Teh ... Dew Tea?" call Mamat. Mamat waved his hand in front of the blank-looking Dew face; daydreaming.

"Eh .. Yes, Kang, why?" Dew said a little wave.

"Seek or what? I call ngga nyaut. Is there a problem? Sok, here's my same story. I am indeed not a wise man, but perhaps with my same story, the burden of Dew Tea is slightly reduced," Mamat smiled sincerely.

"Engga, Kang. There's nothing, really. I say goodbye, yes, Kang, the rain has subsided" said Dewun.

"Tea Dew!" shouted Mamat.

The new dew runs five steps and then turns.

"Whatever problems you face, keep smiling, Tea. I'm sure Teteh can!" Mamat smiled gently which was able to transmit that smile to Dewun. The sweet curvature peered bashfully at that pretty face. His eyes were teary, moved by the words of Mamat, the man he had just met.

"Thank you, Kang" he said before leaving.

......................

If only time could turn. So, the Dew will be happy to do so. He wants to turn his time back to the past. The moment he felt what it was to be happy with Heaven, someone he loved dearly.

Top of the Star, the Dew place to calm down tonight. Seeing the city of Bandung at night from a height is very calming. In the breezy night breeze that caressed the smooth surface of his skin. His eyes looked up, staring at the dark night sky without stars.

The dew is back. His heart throbbed pain as the flash of the past returned again. Holding back the cry he hid his face in the folds of his hands resting on his knees.

Fail. His efforts stemmed cries, failed. The tear dam that had been held had slid freely into the river. Hissing also began to sound. So sick to describe.

"Husst .. Don't cry!"

The Dew Head looked up. With a sigh that has not subsided he turned to look for the person who spoke to him. No one is around him, except himself.

"Who?" afraid he asked.

"I'm the one who's always in your heart." The voice was heard again.

"Sky," she said.

Either this is just a hallucination or it is reality. Dew saw a tall man. His face that was struck by the light rays looked even more charming. Do not forget the gentle smile that is always embedded in the handsome face.

"Sky!" he said louder when he recognized who the figure was. The crying that had stopped broke again. His heart was constantly feeling the euphoria in his heart. Shocked, happy, sad and longing feelings raged into one.

"The sky is crying?" The sky asked with a gentle smile not smudging from his face.

"Corn, Dew miss. Why does the sky leave the Dew far away?"

The sky was still standing there, smiling gently at the Dew. "The Sky Place isn't here anymore Dew."

"Then, take the Dew away with the Sky!" demun Sentak.

"May, but now is not the time. When the time comes, we'll be together again, promise." The sky showed her little finger.

Dew lowered, her cries grew louder. Fortunately the situation is quiet so it will not disturb others. Raising his head back he did not find the sky there.

He panicked, The sky left him. Standing up from his seat he walked down the place.

"Sky!"

"Where is your sky?"

"Don't leave the Dew again!"

"Ashhh ...!!"

His screams were accompanied by sobs. Body slumped. His legs were too limp to be his pedestal standing. Repeatedly shouted the name of the sky, but the man did not come.

"Teh, aya naon, the nights are so weeping?" said the officer approaching.

Seeing that someone else was nearby, Dewun tried to stop his crying. Although it did not succeed perfectly proved himself still as unwilling.

"Tea should go home, the place is also closed," said the officer.

Without making any small talk, he let out his voice. The rising Dew staggered leaving the officer who shook his head looking at the dew's behavior.

Walking under the darkness of the night sky alone with a raging mind made it look miserable. Seen from any point of view people who see it will smell with its condition.

Grey uniform layered cardigan that is half dry. Long black hair. A pale face with tears flowing constantly. The road that looks staggering like a drunk. Makes anyone who sees it more concerned.

It was obvious that the girl had a heavy burden of life. No child of his age should feel that way. He should have been at home either studying or whatever, not walking in an indeterminate direction in the shade of the night sky.

"Pity, yes, young is crazy."

"Bad home, definitely."

"Child today, think about the problem of love to the extent. I hope my son doesn't do that later."

"He's not the killer, is he?"

Whispers heard from the people he passed by he ignored. Too fed up with all the perceptions of society to its ugliness. Can they focus on anything else on him other than the ugliness he doesn't even do?

Fatigue. God, can you pick up the Dew now?