Manira /Damar Scouts

Episode 28's

Short episode version of the novel “Senandung HOMESU under the Broken Moon Wings”

Damar Jurors

By: Elmira Arasy Rahman

Episode 28's

I spent all my days waiting for you

All my breath I breathe to wait for you

My whole soul always calls out your name

Nothing hurts more than missing you

I don't know why I can't stop loving you

I don't know why I can't replace you with another

It was like suicide

It was like dying between life and death

My love.my dear.

It was more or less like that the song that the woman played. Gibran seemed to be able to feel the void that was waiting for someone. He could feel how painful and sad a wait was. His feeling was carried away by the strands of the violin until unconsciously his eyes glazed.

Slowly Gibran swung his steps, approaching the beautiful woman. The longer, the more painful the violin incision, the more it gives off long-buried long-lost longings, the more pain a wait becomes. It made Gibran remember his childhood with Ratmi and Hasan. They fished together, played ball together, sold fish together, ate together and everything. Gibran wept remembering all the past that could not possibly come back.

After standing long enough in front of the woman, the brown-haired woman finally stopped her violin playing. He opened his eyes and looked straight ahead. Towards an old carriage that had just stopped before him. A gaze filled with hope that someone would come with the carriage. But then that look filled with hope turned to disappointment after everyone in the carriage ran out and the driver took away the carriage.

“A waiting for someone???” asked Gibran who had been watching the woman since.

The woman stared at Gibran for a moment, then left him.

“Your love didn't come???” yell Gibran once again.

The woman was shocked to hear Gibran's cry, as if Gibran could read his heart.

“It's been 18 years that you did this,” Gibran continued.

Since 18 years ago Gibran saw the same woman, sitting in the same chair, playing the same violin, voicing the same longing. The same hope, the same wait and the same disappointment. But only this time, it seemed that the longing was really not held back until the violin incision could wake Gibran's dead heart. Gibran wondered, what makes the woman so missed her lover?

From one of the janitors at the station, Gibran finally knew what the name of the beautiful woman who came from the family was. From her ever-smelling clothes, her neat hair and her beautiful eyes, it was predictable that she came from a wealthy family. But his face was gloomy as he waited for someone for dozens of years, with no news of certainty.

Manira, that girl's name. The daughter of one of the richest and most respected men in the city. Almost everyone knows him thanks to the popularity of his rich and successful family. Similarly, the story of his love with a young man who several years ago separated at this station. Almost all the natives of this city heard the story where little Manira had to release her lover who was also a child at this station with the promise that she would return. You could say that their love story is a childhood love story –love story of a 12-year-old child– who is still Manira guard until now.

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