
Today is back on the road. With a new life and a new life. As if what passed was only a handful of traces that began to disappear in the increasingly multiplied happiness.
The twilight, accompanied by a breezy gust of the silk goddess, accompanied by a cool caress of orange angels, beautifully decorated the flowers of life before night. Rifky looks middle after training to relax the muscles of his legs with the little guy who sits on a four-wheeled stopover.
Next to her was the Goddess who was crouching with a soothing smile. Every inch of it always spreads warmth in the recesses of Rifky's soul.
"Let's get Dad's spirit. Soon sister wants to run with Dad." The voice of the Goddess that is made small as if representing the Little One who is only able to smile shows teeth that have not grown .
Rifky just smiled and slowly approached the two figures who became the reinforcement of his life.
"Stay together, don't give up, live it all together. This life is full of stories and this kind of atmosphere is a bonus that the creator gives you. Each of you has a story. In life you have your own stories. Now that you live together, be happy after so much suffering hinders you. The Lord's prayer is always your companion." Said Mr. Sholeh as he walked over to them.
"Life must be a lot of stories. Stay together to take care of each other. Whatever it is, keep going together." Connect Mr. Rudi.
"It remains to be a wife who is obedient to the husband. Because the husband is the priest in the family. Whatever his word remains in the way. A good wife is an obedient wife and always accompanies her husband under any circumstances." Miss Desi also connected.
"Stay to be the familiar Rifky. Who is always loving, who is always humble, who is always nurturing and always a soothing light." The princess also connected. Seen next to him the smiling husband looked at Rifky and the Goddess.
Rifky and Dewi just nodded their heads over all the attention of her family. Feel happy that is implied enveloped the pair of young people.Kemunga back and nawungi by a family that so loves them.
Now everyone gather and enjoy the beautiful twilight that is almost picked up by the goddess of the night. They all enjoyed the atmosphere so much. The atmosphere of togetherness that has been hampered in recent days due to the dramatic tempest that befell them.
'*All my life journey
I've felt all that
pain laughter pain
just be an old story
I honestly said
I'm not the perfect one
now I give it all up
to you the moorings of the soul
never felt saki and happy
with you
I've felt all that*.'
(I felt all that ex Heries)
After a long time, Rifky sang again to accompany the atmosphere that afternoon. Although the fingers still feel stiff and the lips feel mute but the voice is still melodious not changed in the slightest.
*****
Now night has been transformed. Rainwater spots as if giving the rhythm of warmth-enhancing syahdu. Light that looks dim as if giving a very supportive feel.
"Mas," the Goddess Lirih called out to Rifky who was looking at the night view through the window.
"Yes Dik." Reply Rifky while approaching the Goddess. Then she spread her body beside the Goddess.
"Then, in this place you once entrusted your heart to me. In this place too I feel so great the love you gave me mas." The voice of the Goddess appeared softly with a little hoarse but clear in Rifky's ears.
"Your warmth that night still lingered in my mind." Continue the Goddess while resting her head in the chest of the Rifky field.
"All we've been through. Until this moment you know, this gratitude never stops having you who turned out to be God prepared for me. Stay by my side and take care of your heart just for me. You will always be my reinforcement." Reply Rifky while kissing the Goddess' forehead.
Not many words were said after that. Only the dance and rhythm of the strings of life increasingly take them in an increasingly beautiful night.
The beauty of the fruit of togetherness in sorrow and liking. The beauty created by complementing each other. And beauty after the twists of life they've been through.
Now it is clear that life has millions of stories. The story that will continue to run like a string that will continue to be played when the song is still running, and will continue to grow the story until the master of life takes back the body that has been entrusted.
"Keep with me, accompany me to play the strings of this life." Lirih Rifky after having released the obligation of a husband to his wife.
"Be my priest. Until the collection of passages becomes a whole song.
SO MANY.