Manira /Damar Scouts

Episode 29's

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

Damar Jurors

By: Elmira Arasy Rahman

Episode 29's

“I will definitely be back,” said the 12-year-old boy, sitting inside an old train car ready to take him away.

“I will definitely wait for you,” replied the little Manira who stood outside the carriage while holding the hand of her childhood sweetheart.

For Manira it is not just the love of children. It was a love that was completely real and he still felt it until now. That promise is what Manira is waiting for all the time. No wonder Manira has to spend hours every day at this station, hoping that her lover will return to her as he promised. Whether in her past or present life, Manira always lives in the memories of her lover that she can never forget in her entire life.

Although everyone begins to doubt that maybe Manira's lover has been happy with other women, maybe he has forgotten Manira, maybe he will never come back again and so on. But Manira doesn't care. He was always waiting for her. He was sure that one day his girlfriend would return.

Gibran, who always looked like a vagrant with his messy hair and seedy clothes, stood in front of the old station holding a broomstick. With just an excuse to be able to eat, he swept the dried leaf after strand and put it in the garbage basket and burned it. It makes no difference morning or night, it makes no difference today or tomorrow. Everything went the same, nothing special and there was no hope for his own future. He was like a moss that had stuck to one place and would not move to another until it finally died.

But someone changed it. In that dry, arid afternoon, Manira no longer played her violin in the waiting room. He was standing next to the train tracks a few meters away from the station. His face is still sad. This time it was even more painful. Like there was a dried up tear drop on his cheek. There was a despair that he could not answer. He continued to look south, waiting for the three-hour train to pass on the tracks.

Tutt.....

The car bell rang. A train can be seen walking from a distance emitting its bright lights and clutching the roar of a very loud sound. Manira looked at the carriage with a bold gaze, no longer with longing or hope for something. But it was like there was something bigger than his longing and his waiting that he would do with the carriage.

And yes, the longer the train gets closer. Manira continued to stare at the carriage with a sharp gaze as if strengthening herself. Gibran begins to get anxious, the train gets closer but Manira does not move back. The short-haired female even deliberately swung a step forward challenging the carriage. Step by step Manira stacked up until finally his left foot almost touched the old train tracks.

It flashed in Gibran's head that Manira was going to do something bad. Suicide. Gibran immediately threw his broom and ran towards Manira. In a swift manner, Gibran pulled Manira back until they fell rolling over a pile of dried leaves. Gibran continued to embrace Manira, as if to protect her from the powerfully passing train that was only a meter away from them. More than Manira, it was Gibran who felt very scared. Not afraid of himself but afraid of worrying about Manira.

Seriate....