Karma Love

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Dusk spray decorated the sky, before being replaced by a pitch-black night club. Still feels wet leaves and soil, maybe before the clear sky was cloudy and rainy.

I stared silent in my mute, looking at the beautiful and loving simple house. The house that I left for almost a year, for reasons of ideals.

Leaving a sense of security and comfort in the warm embrace of love, for the sake of learning and identity.

I came home, I came back, not by achievement, just by bringing my own story of pain and grief.

Do not forget my shade that every time more lush, like plants exposed to fertilizer, water and enough light. The seedling grows new shoots and grows like its mother. Until death for a longing is impossible.

I saw the figure of the man who had been my first love, was cleaning his gardening equipment, behind me precisely, until he was not aware of my presence. There is a basket full of garden produce, ahh a simple life that is calm and happy.

I walked the streets of this green field, neat, because it was full of care from the owner.

''Dad.'' My speech.

Father momentarily stopped his activities, slightly stunned, then turned his body to face me. I see a longing radiance that is no less big than me.

Still silent, silent, only felt the twilight wind passing by. I gave her my best smile, the smile I used to make when I was with her. Cheerful and full of happiness.

Dad was still in his position, motionless but his eyes were speaking. Without waiting for the cue, I ran towards her hug, a very soothing hug, I felt safe and comfortable.

Feel like there is a strong protector, which will not falter even if the storm hits it.

''Arsyila.'' His words trembled, I felt a tight reply in my arms. Over and over it puts a kiss on the end of my head. The tears that I held back escaped as well, I shed all the flavors that I harbored through my dad's sobbing.

Dad wanted to break the hug between us, but I didn't want to. The more I hold back, as if I will not be able to reach his handsome body that is not as tight as before. The more I drown my face in the chest of his field.

Maybe I'm a little confused and curious.

''What's the matter dear ?'' Ask Dad.

It felt like I wanted to spill everything, I told him without covering up the slightest bit about what I had been through, but my tongue was muddled. Until the end, only the head could do it.

Before long Mother also came out of the house, Which father are the vegetables and chili ? Why la...'' The question stopped when Dad gave the code with the index finger attached to his lips.

She was also surprised, seeing me coming without any news, then suddenly crying incessantly in my arms.

''Mother Princess..'' He said by touching my hair, rubbing it gently.

I let go of my hug, but I hugged Mom again. It's the same, still crying. I don't feel like I want to leave them, just like this, not want a future or anything. But it will definitely make my loved ones disappointed. Even if they don't say it.

Prayers of hope parents in their children, would want to see success, then live well, and happy.

''Come on in, don't be here, the neighbors will see.'' Bring Mom.

I came in with Mom and Dad hugging.

Still with the remains of my cry, I lowered my gaze as Dad looked at me, like asking for an explanation. While Mom went straight to the kitchen, made a warm chocolate full of creamer for me.

Mom sat next to me, and Dad was right in front of me. I drank some warm chocolate made by Mom, which gave me a little peace.

''Why come and give no news, son ?'' Mother asked.

''Sorry Mom, this is sudden.'' My speech.

''There's something you want to explain to us ?'' This time, my father asked.

''Dad, it's been.'' Mother shook her head, forbidding Dad who would ask again, seeing me just silence filled with turmoil.

''Honey, rest first, you must be tired, I will cook your favorite food.'' Mother mediates.

I moved from my seat to my room.

Nothing has changed, just a little different, probably because of the long uninhabited.

Dad took me to rest. I'm done cleaning myself up. Choose a comfortable position. Dad stroked my head.

''There's Dad here, I'll always be there for you, so don't let you carry your own burden. If you need to share, share with Dad. I'm so sad to see you sad like this. Now close your eyes and sleep. Later I wake up if Mom is done cooking.'' Father said softly. I just nodded in return.

It turns out that wanting to complain requires energy.

***

Now that everyone has gathered at the dining table, Dad seems to observe his favorite daughter, he said,

''Honey, eat a lot, you look thinner, does the money you send not meet your needs ?'' Worried Dad.

''Ahh no Well, the money is more than enough, maybe just too tired.'' Answer Syila.

Dinner was finished, now they sit in the guest room by watching tv, and,

''Dad, Mom, Syila wants to talk.''

''Say, baby !" Sahut.

''Syila wants to cancel the engagement with Dika.'' Syila said that with her head down and eyes closed. There is pain on the ground there and unwillingness, but if maintained means Syila who is not sane.

My mom and dad were surprised.

''What's the problem ? We thought, all this time you guys were fine.'' Ask Mom again.

''There is something that Syila cannot talk about, but this decision is already unanimous. If continued, Syila was sure, this would be an unhealthy relationship.''

''I'm sorry Syila.'' His words were full of regret.

Dad seemed to hold his anger, clapping his teeth until it sounded in Syila's ear.

''So the man has hurt and disappointed you, so ?'' Sarcas Father.

Syila moved to her seat, approaching Dad. Hugging him back, leaning his head on his shoulder, trying to melt the anger he never displayed in front of Syila. It felt like she was completely protected at the moment, but Syila was also sad her parents looked disappointed and angry.

''Dad, it turns out that being an adult is not good, trying to be independent is also difficult, it feels like Syila wants to be a child, who only thinks of playing and being spoiled by you.'' Syila Siadu.

''But where it might be, Syila still has to fight, not for a better life, as Father and Mother say, and the struggle of Syila in fact many obstacles.''

''Does this decision of Shila make you disappointed and sad ? If so, Syila did not cancel it.'' Next later.

Mother seemed to look sad, even though she did not know what the problems between her and Dika, but Mother could catch a wound in Syila's eyes.

Even so, he hugged Syila caressing his beloved daughter.

''You deserve your life, baby. Do what you think is good to do. Don't add to your burden because of us.'' Dad said very gently.