LOVED MY STEPFATHER

RADIT'S DEPARTURE

Wind brings coolness. Nature offers peace of heart. The joy of a flock of birds bringing glad tidings. But not for people who feel loss. Right now, the young and fresh lady was overwhelmed with grief and loss. Half his soul had first left him. Forcibly, the woman had to live her days without the man who had been with her for so long. He had to start getting used to it again without being present and his figure. Only time will heal all desolation and loss of it. Because it all starts from the ordinary and gets used to it and returns to the new that will get used to it. Alone strong without the attention and warm embrace of her beloved husband. Her current status is the widow left behind by her husband.

This journey of life who has the right to organize it? All human plans often escape reality. Will you be able to protest against all the pain, disappointment and sadness you feel? Is not life only for a moment and a while. We are just trying to find value in it in exchange for true happiness in the end. Being able to not be able, inevitably, we have to go through everything. Happiness, sadness, laughter and crying are the harmony of the storyline of living in this world. Who would have thought that tomorrow we would no longer have time to breathe. Who would have thought that tomorrow we could not see the sun.

The waves that leave white foam. In the sand on the beach. It was sad when the memories were still lingering in the eyes. The memory of his ray words that made the soul drift. I fell asleep when the language made Sukma drift. Drown out the feelings that eventually coalesce in our hearts together. Your love and my love will be a human story. In this world it is not always beautiful. There is solace and pleasure in alternating with each other. Most importantly I am a loyal woman you should be proud of. Until your death comes, I still keep your name engraved clearly embedded in my beating heart. Will I be able to do it myself until you come and pick me up back here?

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In front of the tombstone bearing the name Raditya Aditama Husada, there are Bana, Sinta and also Mukid. They had currently stood up and prayed in front of the tombstone with that name. After they said the words Amin together and rubbed their faces slowly, walking away from the place. There was still a sense of sadness and novelty in Sinta's eyes. Sinta must have lost the figure of Mukid who always made his life colorful.

They got back in Mukid's car. Slowly the car was running to deliver Sinta and Bana.

"If you may know, what did Radit actually die of?" ask Mukid slowly.

"Papa Radit died in an accident, o'm handsome! At that time papa Radit riding a motorbike gedhe, and want to buy a gift for mommy. That day was mommy's birthday. Papa Radit fell from his motorcycle due to a single accident on the highway" Bana said. Sinta came back crying. Mukid feels guilty.

"That's right! Mommy, I'm crying! Because Om is handsome!" said Bana again rubbed the tears of Sinta who fell.

"Sorry!" sahut Mukid lirih while still running his car to drive Sinta and Bana to the house of Wati's grandmother.

"I'll take you to Grandma Wati's house! The bike I can get after arriving at Grandma Wati's house," said Mukid.

"It's okay om!" bana Sahut. Sinta was still on the way.