Longsuffering

I'm Sorry!!

Because of the love I took

on the wound of a heart

it and it resonates in the soul

be married?

you give me sorry!

-Wita

Bandung, Wita-Vishnu

Drizzling this afternoon brings the sky of Bandung looks sad. Cloudy gray misty grief inside. As if nature knows if the departure of Mr. Hermawan is now mourned by the testimony of many people's lives. Vishnu stared at the poignant figure who was now both sitting in a small saung. Take shelter from the drizzle that begins to turn into the gurgling rain.

Wita in fact can not stem his memory of the father in sweet memories studded with affection and struggle. "later buyin father a lot ya... do not cry atuh!". Dad's words really became real. The doll he wanted at the age of 7 years was father bought from the money collected in the money wheel of the father's trading wheel. The doll he now kept in a historic box and never touched.

If only, time could turn, he would not want the doll because of his neighbors who did not want to lend the doll that looks beautiful. If only, little Wita knew that with money smelled of sweat and hardship that father bought the doll, the doll, of course Wita will not issue a message that is like a boy's cry that will actually stop by itself.

Then the cry of Wita continued to press his chest and roar breath with gasps as he recalled the father saying, "So that's all the father's daughter's ideals?", asked the father while gently stroking the head of Wita who was sitting on a rattan chair facing the television in her tiny house. "If you're just a mom and you have kids, you can too. Dad's son could be more than that, atuh".

In the past, Wita who still bears the status of a high school child gave a crisp laugh answering the joke of the father. She has no other aspirations than to be like her mother. He had a husband as good as a father, and had a child he dreamed of.

Dad then put his arm around Wita's shoulder. The embrace he did not know before would make him regret throughout his life. The embrace that leads the father said with a map containing a land certificate, "from the moment the father married the mother, the father started saving. Alhamduliah dad finally can buy rice fields, yes. This rice field is planned to be sold, for you to go to college later. Don't just be the same as the kids. You can be a pediatrician!"

The land certificate that must change ownership, not because it was pawned to redeem the father's ideals, but sold in order to save himself from an accident that made Wita comatose and lost his memory. Memory that can not express how big and wide the love that Wita has for the father until the idol figure died. What a stretch of love and affection of the father can not be matched by anything.

Wita's cry that was heard now subsided. Staring at the falling raindrops that hit the earth. While the man beside him, looked at himself incessantly

"Mas Vishnu.." said Wita lirih.

"yes.. Wita. Is it better?", asked Vishnu gently.

"sorry.., Wita, actually does not want to be. like this"

"You're a great Wita!, your father must be proud to have you". Vishnu answered with a smile. "We're leaving? the rain has subsided".

Wita nodded slowly. He stood up and then convinced himself to walk in the direction of the man who had been accompanying his grief.

Wita and Vishnu are now in the car with the aroma of coffee. The aroma is quite soothing a bit of sadness that Wita, or they are, to be exact, natural. The car that Vishnu was driving was darting towards somewhere. The place that Vishnu had to sign to equip his Lady something before he actually took it off.

Vishnu finally decided to tell Andra that he had found Wita through a chat that he sent to the assistant.

"My hydra is again the same Wita. When will the deceased be buried?"

"Ba'da ashar bang plan. Late at 5, he said. Waiting for his youngest son is still on his way"

"okay.knew if you want to be buried!"

Vishnu then established himself driving his vehicle, in silence and quiet. He is now really unable to dare to speak, because the woman beside him has chosen another man to be his life companion.

"we... Where are we going?" tanya Wita seemed to circulate her gaze around.

"i promise. There is something I have to say", said Vishnu. "we go down?!"

Wita flinched, looking at the scenery of a place she had never been to. Not out of fear, but he could never dare to face imposition.

Like tombstones lined up vertically on the expanse of their respective land. Explain the certainty that every human being will face, death! What does Vishnu want to bring him to this place?

Wita's body trembled, while continuing to follow the steps of the sturdy man who turned his back on his body. Until it stops somewhere.

"Sit..?!", pinta Vishnu while patting the ground covered with Japanese grass.

Vita follows the order of Vishnu. He sat down beside the man while staring at the two gravestones that the man had previously wiped. Saying a prayer while looking down and closing both eyelids solemnly.

Wita. trying to understand something, trying to recognize something;

Diah Halimatussa'diah bint Suherman

Born: Bandung, April 16 ...

Died: ...

Soepandi Tarmono bin Haryanto

Born: Jogjakarta, June 7...

Died: ...

"there are three deaths in my life Wita", Vishnu broke the silence that had been incarnated in the breeze that brushed the leaves of the flowers.

"Restari, the woman I married because of an obsession. An obsession to reward you with revenge and fratternity. Restari, who was both hurt by love in his past, has been willing to take a life to realize my ego-clad desire to have a child. The boy you've been dreaming of since I first recognized you. Restari left me with the love of her past in my heart, without being able to convey it to the owner. He left me and my Adhis, in a country, my place of exile from you".

Wita now looks at the man whose name is embedded in a hidden heart. A heart he could never acknowledge. The man told his dark history about the woman Wita had seen his portrait in his device through a social media search belonging to the Vishnu.

Wita never thought, if the woman who bears the name of Adhis's biological mother was the woman who gave the chance to his Wisnya to survive, from all the wounds that Wita gave to the Vishnu. The sacrifice that the woman had given was truly a sincere sacrifice in the name of love and compassion.

Wita may conceive that she is capable of making a sharp decision on a wounded heart, marrying Satria, leaving her Wisnya. But perhaps he forgot, that the man before him had willingly mortgaged his entire life, in the past and the future.

In a clean slur he muttered hope to his Lord, so that for a moment He incised happiness in the strong and fragile man; mas Vishnu. hopefully, there will be another Restari who can give his heart to you, heal all your heart wounds, I just hope, please.pardon me!!!

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