Heart Shackles
Missing in Nestapa
February 17th, 2016
Today, exactly one year of the departure of the cloud. Things don't change. Still blame Dewun as the cause of his departure.
If the situation is said to be unchanged, it is completely untrue. It could even be said that the state changed one hundred and eighty degrees after the departure of the Clouds.
Now there is no more Dew the jolly girl who every morning will hum cheerfully when going down the stairs to go to the dining room. There was no longer a smile as warm as the sun on the little girl's lips.
Miris, a word that can describe the current state of Dew. That sweet face turned into a flat look decorated with blackened eye bags. The round eyes that used to be always sparkling cheerfully replaced with blank stares are not interested. His passion for life has now disappeared. Now, the cheerful Dew is changing with the cold, empty, untouched Dew.
Sitting on the balcony of the room alone Dew stared at the bright shining moon. The sky is clean without clouds even though this is entering February where Bandung will be rained every time. I don't know, maybe the universe wants to entertain the Dew this time.
A gentle breeze blew away her tangled strands of hair. His face was soft and his body looked thin. Lately he has no appetite. The food he used to love was tasteless when tasted.
Dew looked at the moon with his blank stare. I don't know if it's too focused or what. He looks like he's been swept away by the moonlight tonight. He stared intensely, as if searching for the meaning of his gaze. However, it was not long before the rain of tears flooded his cheeks.
I don't know since the cloud's departure he's become very emotional. It becomes easy to cry. How not, every look, hear, or smell associated with the Clouds, her tears uncontrollably fell to her cheeks.
Tears flooded, followed by heartbreaking sobs. After the departure of the Dew Cloud is completely on its own. The old man who loved her so much now turned to hate her. Let alone his parents, he hated himself.
"Why is Aa's sister crying?"
A voice jerking the Dew Daydream. The voice he knew so well he missed.
"YES!" I strangled him when he recognized that voice.
Then, Dew turned to the surroundings. But no, there was no one there.
"YES?!" Call again.
"Remove your tears, Princess. Aa does not need you to cry. Remember, Aa doesn't like people who cry the most? Raise your head, show the world a truth that has not been revealed. Aa doesn't blame you. This is a destiny that God has written."
Simultaneously, the body of the Dew piled into the ground. His consciousness suddenly disappeared, bringing him to the subconscious.
***
Morning greet. With half a listless Dew walking towards his school. Now, no one is going to take her to school every morning. It's been said, isn't it, that the world of Dew rotates one hundred and eighty degrees?
Along the way he had to resist the urge to cry. When he came out of the gate of his house, the people he met always shook himself. For whatever reason Dew can no longer.
It should be a child his age filled with cheerful things, not inner pressure that slowly kills his sanity. Both parents should be a shield or a place to complain, not the main cause of mental problems.
Dew has to be how, his own parents do not trust him let alone others. He said the facts were presumed liars. Then, for what he was voicing his honesty. It was a waste of energy because the person he was heading to would not listen to him either.
In the same class. No more students would want to be friends with him. Even his little friend-Zelline, too, walked away. Everyone sneered at him, even blatantly. How do you feel when you become a Dew?
Pluk ...!
One rotten egg was thrown towards the Dew, hitting its blue white uniform. Then water was also flour thrown at him. He just looked down. Too ordinary. This is a tradition that has been going on in the last year, that is, he will be pelted rotten eggs, flour, mop water, or so on before entering class. Therefore, Dewun always carry a change of clothes in his bag.
"Heh ... killer, just die, Lo! Schools don't need a killer to be a student" said one of the students. Should a junior high school student say that?
"Yes, tuh, shy school image, aja. Go, Lo!"
"You guys ... b-can be quiet, can't you?!" said Dew with a slight tremble.
"Wow, he's making a sound, guys. I thought it was mute." Bara is unceasingly making fun of Dew.
"Lo's Path, Bar. Look out Lo was killed later, his own brother just he killed let alone Lo who is not who he is," chirped the tall student with a little curl hair.
"Ih ... fear!" Bara made an expression as if in fear that triggered another laugh.
Bara's gaze sharpened, the gaze of an eagle looking for the prey he lay right on the round eyeball Dew slightly watery. "Lo's just a bunch of useless trash. It'd be better if Lo catches up with big brother, Lo. Don't you want to calm down? It was the only way that Lo had," he said, pointing at the head of the Dew and then he threw the tiny body to the ground.
"Pull, guys!"
***
Under the shade of a mango tree beside the library, the Dews take shelter there. Follows a romance novel by one of the legendary Indonesian-Tere writers Liye. Every scratch of his ink was so attached to the reader's heart. Even with Dewun, he was so idolizing the figure behind the novel he was reading.
The calmness in diving word for word written in the sheet must be lost when a volleyball hits his head. He grabbed the ball rolling not far from him after kissing his head. Then, a schoolgirl came towards him with a flat look and looked haughtily at him. Him, Zelline. His little friend who now turned against him.
Without a word, Zelline snatched the rough volleyball from Dew's hand. Then pass away. Dew could only stare step by step at Zelline who was moving away from him. His view centered on a group of girls who were joking together. Laugh without burden and freely express themselves.
Dew was also there, surrounded by people competing to be his friend. You could say Dewun used to be a pretty popular child because of his cleverness. But baby, he used to be too arrogant, did not want to be friends with them. He only wanted to be friends with Zelline even though many disciples wanted to be close to him.
Is it sorry now? Sure have.
Seeing the circumstances that had already turned around, he was very sorry. Zelline, the only friend she believed in, betrayed her, and now she has no friends at all. It was quite unfortunate his stupid thoughts first. Befriend must be of the same caste.
***
The field is overgrown with teki grass with several trees that surround the place. Each leaf remained fresh even though the Surya began to walk home. Leave a golden tinge in the twilight sky. Contrary to the reverse with Dew, the look in his eyes glared with a lethargic body. Upon entering this area his body became limp. Holding back her tears vying for free sliding.
He looked around. The neat gravestone line became his first treat. One by one he put his feet out. Walk with a lunglai to the resting place of his loved ones.
Right in front of the tombstone read Clouds Senjakala he stopped. Her crying was unstoppable again. He misses the figure who is now asleep calm. His trembling hand stroked the smooth surface of the tombstone, then hugged it tightly.
"Aa, Dew longs," said the Dew.
"A's angry, huh, same grandkids? Aa now never again come to a good dream."
"Aa, Dew hurts. Aa can take Dew with Aa ngga? Dew wants to see God. Dew feels that if Dew comes with Aa, Dew will be happy. We can be together again in Heaven. Aa when do you want to pick up Dew?"
"His left right angel Dew, let's report to God so God can send the Angel Izrail to fetch Dew. I can't wait to see Aa." The dew turned to his left right. In the past, Mother said angels will watch our actions from right and left.
Then Dew put a big smile on his face. His eyes that were still filled with tears sparkled brightly. "Growing can't wait to meet God and Aa," he said then giggled amusedly.
Is correct. His mind began to shake. None of you want to help him? Where are the hearts of those who firmly make the cheerful girl a desperate girl, even on her life?
***
...Here's a piece of my story. Don't cry, I don't need your compassion just because I feel sorry for my life, not because I love you....
...~Embun Mentari's....
