Longsuffering

Just run

It is the love

Wrapping in a dimly wrapped asa

Unclear and gloomy

-Wita

Bandung, Wita - Vishnu - Rani

Wita ran, tracing the hallways of her proud school class. Whatisthis? What's the matter? Please no! Don't look like this!. This is not the right time. Please just.

Running fast should he do, do it now! Why never thought of him, he should learn to train himself to run like an athletic runner so that his goal immediately he got. THE TOILET!. It can no longer be controlled. His entire body was no longer able to condition him to stand upright. Where is the courage that he has had?. Didn't he already make all the little notes in his drawings with many words of confidence?.

If you find the presence of Vishnu, you will smile.

If he finds Vishnu's presence he will apologize.

If he finds Vishnu's presence he will make sure Vishnu is happy.

If he finds the presence of Vishnu he will make peace with himself.

If he finds Vishnu's presence he will explain everything.

If it finds the presence of Vishnu it will …

Why are all the plans he has laid out just not in his memory? Should Wita weaken at this time? Please, this is not the plan.

BRAK!! The opening of the bathroom door that became the main goal in his fast running. Hueek. hueeek.he vomited all the contents of the stomach that suddenly pushed him into nausea. His hands were trembling, sweat was flowing from every corner of his body. Breath tight!! Trembling he reached into the phone in the pocket of the blazer he was wearing.

Sweat that begins to infiltrate the pores of the skin accompanies the heat Wita in the cold room. His hand tightened on the wall that he was difficult to hold so that at least he did not look to support his body which began to feel weakened. His breathing was no longer able to compromise him to arrange. What will happen after this? Will his co-workers find him helpless? Or will they even discover the truth about Wita in a moment?. No!, no!!. Please no!!. Should his defense that he had built up over the years have to collapse?. He should do something soon. Just soon!

Pressed by the quick button with trembling, with breath and head that is quite yawning he rested his back on the wall of the bathroom..

Heather..

“hall.. Wit”

“Lanis..please me!”.

 

Pekan seemed to be starting to fret about this unusual situation. Wita left him for something he didn't understand. Lay him down! for a moment I have to go outside, please record what questions I have to answer!, only that sentence he received through the whisper of fretful Wita. He just nods at his co-worker's illogical plea without suspicion. The watch attached to his hand. It has been almost 30 minutes of time passed, even now he has given an additional session of the discussion forum of the parents, in order to buy time for the speaker to arrive.

Vishnu seemed to shake his head. Unthinkable, he murmured. It seems he had indeed wrongly anchored his heart to the woman named Wita. She is like an irresponsible woman who can only run away from her mistakes, cowardice. “ia has not changed, her appearance and title have changed. The rest, stay the same. Weasel furry lamb”, Vishnu muttered the incessant phrase dancing in his mind. Wita is indeed worthy of being born in his life.

Back Vishnu played the mobile he held. Open every message that comes in the message application. The in-screen display of his phone is more interesting than the current situation. The questions of the parents he heard so enthusiastically did not interest him in the least.

Seemed her sister's chatty message filled her private chat.

What's the parenting event? Smoothly?

This Adis has been crying on your nanyain. Still long?

How not to be answered anyway?

Like her parenting event, huh? It's not wrong to choose a school, right? The Gemintang Dew School is indeed the best

Haaah? The best school? Vishnu make sure the school called Dewun Gemintang is soon to remain a name. It was the teacher named Wita. What then? Wita looks like it will soon be ‘fugitivean’ principal and foundation owner. Hahaha, but don't worry, a ‘fugitive’ named Wita will always have a way to run from reality. Just like he did before. Search without a trace, plead without answer.

7 Years Ago

One night without a certainty, Vishnu finally gave up. Let him ask and beg. To hell with all his dreams and dreams. To hell with pride. To hell with his dreams that he has built up is a series of achievements, career layout, and successful structuring in his life.

You want to get married soon, right Wita?. Come on. I can even do it tonight!!. Anger and fret Vishnu not koruan, be perfect howling blindly when Wita's phone just can not he contact at all since this afternoon. Since his anger and his kink are out of his wits control as a man.

We need to talk to Wita! - Send-on

Let's talk Wita, please!.send-send

What do you really want Wita? - Send-send

Who is that guy? Is he better than me? - Send-send

Answer my message Wita!!!-send-send-

You really avoid me Wita?-send-

Come on Wita.. Did I hurt you? I was wrong? - Send

Wita please. don't be bengini!! -send-send.

Wita. -send-time.

Wita. -send-time.

Answer my message Wita! - Send-end

Wita. We are married! we're Wita - Send-

Wita, I love you.

Know Wita? That he really is changing everything. Vishnu disappeared into a different figure. After all Vishnu's life became chaotic over the decisions and attitudes that Wita took. So running away became a path full of anger and revenge. Making a day from just the distance Bandung-Jakarta is no longer the way of life. Even the end of the world is not enough. Vishnu with all his passionate ambition will make a solid defense fortress with a thousand sciences and moves, if it can exceed the solidity of the Chinese wall, or the Great Wall of America Sacsayhuaman, if it can exceed the strength of the Chinese wall, or the Great Wall of America, if you need to make the Wall Dubrovnik Croatia or like the Phoenician Marine Wall, Lebanon.

Destroyed to the head is no longer the right word to be pinned on Vishnu. Because the crumbling had become the pain he felt first. Broken and broken in silence and vengeance. He may have died in life, but today he no longer has to subdue himself in ruin. He stood up with courage from a long time ago, when he decided to return to Indonesia, back.

****

“Wita, you never existed. Always disappear on your own. You!, seem to be digging your own grave. Now!”

A smile of contentment lurched within his lips. I don't know what makes him smile. The mess Witakah made? Or.. the unwanted meeting? What kind of hatred has he kept tight for all these years? Or is it? What kind of longing did he crave during this unrequited span of time? Let destiny answer.