Lust Satisfiers

Episode 4

It was Saturday, inexplicably the morning before leaving, I saw the smiles on Papa and Mama's faces just like on their wedding day.

I don't know why I got into an accident

police are still investigating the cause of the accident.

Right now I really don't know what to say, I'm just looking at Mama Papa's suit after being moved to the funeral home.

Sharing wounds and sorrows is not the same as who I am confused. Beaten and truly grievous cut my heart to their departure.

Alternate colleagues from the workplace Mama and Papa come to express their condolences and comfort.

So did my friend's friend and my best friend, come to encourage and comfort.

They didn't expect their departure to be this fast.

I sat quietly looking at them. The tears are always pouring out non-stop. Aunty sometimes accompanied me beside and sometimes greeted and welcomed guests who came to serve.

The day of the burial was the last day I was with and accompanied my parents. My puffy, puffy eyes made me have to wear those sunglasses.

I really haven't been advertising what happened in my life at the time. The turmoil in my heart flogged.

" Why ???? Why should I be God ???? I'm a weak man .... I can't bear all this. "my murmur groaned.

Many times I fainted at funerals. I can't let go of them.

Aunty repeatedly stroked my chest to make me adlas.

At the funeral, everyone slowly left the place. I just sat there and stayed there.

" Patience yes .... You must be strong. Mom and Dad were calm there. Ayoo I'm taking you home " said a friend of Mama's.

I did not answer his call, nor did I look at him. Auntie immediately approached her colleague and said that Aunt would wait for me and accompany me there.

The mother smiled while being concerned.

Everyone's gone home just me and Auntie there. I kept quiet and cried, cried and cried even though my voice was hoarse. Really really, really sad.

Almost an hour there silent, Aunt held my hand to take me home. In the taxi I was silent but Auntie did not let go of her grip until I saw Aunt's face and could not hold back my tears.

At home, I was really alone and just sitting in the living room looking at our family photos. For weeks, I never left the house except for the pilgrimage to the tomb of Mama Papa, Guests who come to visit I do not accept.

Every day, I just sit between the room, the living room and the front of the park. Even to my parents' room I don't want to go in. My HP began to depart They I matainin until now I have not held at all. Still chuckling on the table.

Mama's coworkers Papa and my friend's friends understand her very much and they wait until I can really start everything.

A month passed, I began to get used to it. Slowly I sat in the room and opened the laptop and activated my HP.

Lots of calls, messages and emails coming in. I started reading and replying to messages one by one.

I read the incoming messages from the police station that handled my Parents' accident. I was told to come there to pick up the relics of those who were at the scene. Because at the time in the hospital it turns out Bibi gave the same advice to the Police not to give it first because I was afraid I was getting panicked and sad.

" Thank you for the help, sir .... Thank you for your condolences and Thank you also for understanding the pain I am experiencing. I'll be there next week on Saturday. Sorry I just responded today. Thank you. "