Love At 50 Meters Depth

Episode 33

I had been in front of Brigitta's house to escort her to Yossy's grave. I prepared flowers for her. When Brigitta came out of her house, there was a hijab and a robe wrapped in her body and head. Look beautiful!

“Loe is not wrong to wear clothes?” many wonder.

“Neg. Wh why? Doesn't fit?” tanyakanya.

“Any aja.” I replied because only this time I saw him dressed syar’i.

Modeling students are not always in sexy clothes!

The car was headed for the funeral. Not far from downtown Yossy's body was buried. The flowers still look fresh. Many relatives who mendo’akan.

Brigitta gathered while holding a tombstone engraved with the name Yossy Pranatta Nasution. I saw him shed tears. I who got carried away was also sad to see it.

We’akan the best for him in nature there. Lastly, we sprinkle flowers as love.

He got up and pulled my arm. Take her home. I obey her wishes. The look on the face of sadness was still clearly visible in his eyes. In such a situation, I may be silent. Kuhibur Brigitta as much as I can. With the guitar I always put in the car, I played it while singing.

“You are beautiful today...

And I like..” I chant the song for him.

“Cute sing donk!” my protest broke the silence.

He smiled and wiped the sweat in his eyes. Soon, he sang along. An hour accompanied him in grief, I finally said goodbye.

I would have left my guitar there if he wanted to play it.

In the car, I got a call from my mom.

“Where are you, Ndra?” ask Mama.

“On the road, Ma. Mama has come home?” my many.

“Mama just arrived. You go home quickly. Papa is waiting for you.” he said.

After the phone disconnected, I immediately pumped gas to the house. Damn, until in the middle of the road I was stuck in traffic!

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I met my parents who were having dinner.

“Hai Ma, Pa.” I said.

“Where are you clocking up to home?” ask Papa.

“Tadi Andra to his grave Yossy. Pas want to go home even stuck jammed.” my story.

“Yaudahh, wash your hands and keep eating. Papa bring lobster with your favorite crab.” Vapor Papa while showing the souvenirs he brought.

As we were enjoying the meal, I suddenly got the news that Priska had just died.

“Innalillahi Wainnailaihi roji’un.” I said down.

“Who died, Ndra?” ask Mama.

“Priska, Ma.” replied.

“What? The real you!” said Papa.

“Andra doesn't know for sure either, Pa. This is also told by Fransiska.” I said .

I still don't think he's gone. This fast? My brain stopped from circulating.

“Ma, Pa, Andra go there first yes.” pamitku hurry.

After I confirmed where Priska was, I headed straight for the hospital. No matter how long my eyes are presented with a very sad sight.

The coffin of the corpse had been pushed towards a room. I don't see Priska's body anymore. Only the looks of both the old man and the man who had been with him lately.

Panji and others turned out to have been at the location first.

“What happened?” my many.

“Priska decompresses.” Panji replied.

“Gosh!” sahutku.

The body will soon be buried considering it will soon rain. The hospital will assist with the bathing process and the funeral.

While the man who was with him was not seen anymore. I don't know where he's hiding. Priska's sisters look very lost. The crying light continued to flow as long as the lifeless body went into the burrow.

I'm not too lost because this feeling has been played with so many times.

Andira who is Priska's best friend also comes to the funeral. He gave me something in the form of a music box tucked in a letter. I started to get out of the crowd. Find a place to read the message.

“Loe's behavior lately sometimes makes me flattered and feel loved. But I know, you still like Brigitta. Since starting ill I wish I was dead.” the contents of the writing.

I let out a breath. Not thinking about Priska's behavior.

The wind began to come accompanied by a blackened cloud. The funeral procession was over and some of them had disbanded. Only me, Andira and the rest of the friends are still in the graveyard.

The rain began to wash over the earth. The rain has brought you to your death, Priska!

“We go home huh?” take Panji.

He pulled my hand and saved my body from the rain. The black car took us home.

“Gue know loe sad and lose. But do not continue to be dumb like that.” Panji said advising.

I looked into his eyes for a moment and took my eyes off.

“Gue wants to be alone first.” I said.

I think Panji understands my heart's current situation. He immediately went home. Priska's departure made my mind a little messed up. My appetite is reduced to make my body a little thin. Seeing that his son was not as usual, mom and dad started to rebuke me.

“Only because your women so this?” said Papa.

“You must rise from the fall, Andra! Don't drag on in grief.” timpal Mama.

I who was still lying in bed did not comment on the words of my parents.

“What if the day after we leave for Belitung? Don't you want to dive there?” ask Papa.

“Telate, Pa. Yossy is no.” I replied.

I really wanted to go there, but first. When Yossy was alive and often dived with me.

“Lhoh, you can still hijack the others. Let Papa buy tickets for them.” said Papa.

“That's true, Pa?” my many.

I who was not excited suddenly rose to hear papa's offer. I know he wants to entertain me.

“Let's let Mama book lodging for you. How?” Mom offered.

“Yes! Andra mau.” I replied with excitement.

My smile returned, they were happy too.

“Yaudah, you contact your friends who would like to join.” said Papa.

I immediately sent a message in a whatsapp group of my close friends. There are not five minutes yet, the message is answered.

“Gue tagged.” Reply Panji.

“If invited I also want.” reply Brigitta.

“Ikut donk!” said Reno.

“Then I also donk.” timpal Rebecca.

Four guys! Okay.

I immediately told papa to buy a ticket and booked lodging. Hmmm, I will prepare my diving equipment. Papa and Mama are the best!

The beauty of Belitung beach that is not awkward makes me want to get there soon. My shadow is almost touching the sky.

“Tomorrow Papa give you the ticket. Now you ready whatever you want to bring there.” said Papa.

“Okay, Pa. Thanks Pa.” my word.

The beach that he said was very beautiful was not kukotori with my sad feelings. I must be happy before I set foot there.