Magic Lantern

Longings

Time passes very quickly. Their moment together was so sweet. As they expected.

Along the way, Krishna plucked a flower draped over Ratih's right ear.

"You're so beautiful!" Praise Kreshna makes Ratih blush in shame.

"Don't fight!"

"Gombal but it's not abal-abal!"

"What is that saying?"

"His own thing. I love you too much. So I'm afraid I'll hurt you. I can't trust myself. You understand, right?"

"Yes! You don't have to worry. We've done the right thing. Leave everything to the universe. If we are meant to be together. There's gonna be a way."

"Yeah! The highest level of love is not to have but to let go."

"Yeah! Especially if we're not sure we can be happy for each other. Love is the desire to see our loved ones happy and comfortable. With or without us."

"Yeah! We're eating yuk meatballs!"

"Come on!" Sahut Ratih with a sparkling face.

They ordered two bowls of meatballs and two glasses of ice cendol.

"What are your plans after you get out of here?" Ask Ratih.

"Continue my work. I want to build my own business."

"You're gonna stop working?"

"Of course not. But I want to start my own business. I don't know when I can work. Building my own business as preparation. I don't want to have financial problems. How are you?"

"Grandmother's work. Saved. What else can I do? Maybe this weekend I will try to sell food. My rented house is on the side of the road. I think it's appropriate if I try to sell food on weekends and holidays."

"Good idea! Cuisine's great. Who knows you could hone your cooking skills."

"yeah. I think I should start seriously preparing for my life."

"Yeah! Filling time with work and trying it can be as healing." Sahut Kreshna looked at Ratih.

"Don't exaggerate. We decide for ourselves. Without pressure or coercion. I think youth filled with something productive is good. Getting used to being responsible and coping with the situation."

"Yeah! I-i mean. But I can't lie to myself. I'm gonna lose you. One side I'm not willing to let go of you. But the other side I can't be sure of everything. I'm afraid to sow wounds not sow love."

"I understand. You don't have to explain it to me."

They walk around the city. Talk about a lot of things. Especially with regard to the philosophy of life.

"Life is very short. Do the things that make us thank him instead of regretting him. Something good and positive is not the other way around." Kreshna.

"I agree. Regret first income, regret then useless."

"Love is not just having. But the responsibility to look after each other and care for."

"If I look upon love as a garden. It will look beautiful if treated. Ants if left abandoned."

"When love as ego. Love is only about possession and obsession. But if love verbs. Just like the gardener. Take care of it until it's always beautiful and well-groomed."

"Love will cause boredom when only limited to having. But it will be eternal when interpreted with something more meaningful and meaningful. Why a mother never gets bored of her child. A wife can accept her husband. Can a husband be patient with his wife?"

"Living alone is a choice. Whatever we're going to do. The consequences of our own choices."

"Sometimes in life it is necessary also the glasses of horses. Especially if we believe that what we live is a good and right thing."

"People judge from their glasses but we undergo according to our own conditions."

"Hmm, yes I agree! Everyone has their own considerations. As long as it's positive and good I don't think we need to over-react."

***

It was time for them to separate. Riding a different plane. Train back to where he worked and lived. And so does Kreshna.

"Good way. Take care of yourself." Kreshna.

"You too! Take care of yourself."

"I guess, till we meet again."

"Yeah, like the movie title."

"I don't have any ideas. Saying a farewell sentence." Kreshna.

"Maybe it could be like this. Fathers and mothers …."

"A seven-dozen celebration, then?"

Their laughter exploded again.

"I think it's a little awward but it's a relief. We can finally decide what's right for both of us."

"I hope we decide the right thing."

"You have to believe that there are no coincidences. If we really have to separate. Yes, it is like that."

"Walking something dubious. It'll make us go back and forth."

"Never sure of what we have decided and lived."

"Yes. Like the tremor of love."

"What is love tremor? You don't make a sensation when we're going to part like this. I will not be able to part with you."

Their laughter broke.

"You know tremors."

"Yeah."

"Well imagine that you have love but it's like tremor."

"Tremors in the brain and mind." "As we are now."

"Fix! We have to separate."

They laugh back.

"If I were your mother or father or brother it would all be easier. Blood is thicker than water."

"If we're even incest, what?"

Their laughter broke.

"Please! Stop silliness. Don't look attractive at the last minute."

They're back laughing.

"You think we're like a very boring movie but nearing the ending of a story has an *******."

"Don't forget the tremors of love!"

Their laughter exploded again.

"I thought I'd just cancel my flight and come back with you. Move to the company branch."

"You know this is just a mirage. Tomorrow and the next will be different."

"All right! I didn't cancel my flight."

Their laughter broke again. They wave each other's hands. Dispart. Riding each plane.

As soon as you sit on the plane. Something that felt empty and empty. Ratih's eyes heat up and scratch. Her tears were melting on both her cheeks.

Everything happened for a reason. Everything happened for good….

It all started all over again. Every time they split up it was like this. Their meeting took them nowhere. But when they separated all felt gripping, silent and lonely.

Traini looked out the window of the plane. White clouds like cotton. Surrounding the body of the plane.

He was a little amused to see such a beautiful cloud. The sky is so blue. As if promising hope. A new beginning. 

The sky is not always blue. Never promised anything. The weather can change anytime. But whatever happens. Everything's gonna be fine. There is no eternal sadness. There is no endless fun. 

Life is like a book. Start with a prologue or preface. End with an epilogue or ending.

Love is sometimes like water. Just flowed. It often empties into rivers, estuaries or oceans. Sometimes trapped in a pool or aquarium.

Sometimes freefall is like a waterfall. Love is like water. The heart must be as wide as the ocean. 

I'm ready with a new sheet. A new beginning. Maybe a new love? Although for the last he sanctioned. Could she find a new love?