Manira /Damar Scouts

Episode 64

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

Damar Jurors

By: Elmira Arasy Rahman

Episode 64

Manira smiles. Gibran smiled like a flower was blooming in his heart. He was very happy every time he met Manira. For some reason, he was getting used to Manira's existence. His soul feels complete when Manira is nearby. Instead, it was like something was missing if for a second Manira was not in front of him. What that feeling is, Gibran did not understand it. He is very happy and feels lucky to be reunited with Manira. Manira was like a drizzle that erased the long drought in Gibran's soul since the bad incident.

“Thank you,” says Gibran.

Manira smiled, looked at Gibran deeply, “I just want to be a good person,” Manira replied feelingly. Her lips smiled but her eyes glazed over as she felt that she had not been good enough all along. Maybe only Gibran thought it was good. The rest is full of hurt and disappointment. There are many people who are hurt because of it. He doesn't want that. But circumstances always make it difficult. That's what always makes Manira sad.

“E....” Gibran wanted to say something.

Disappointed gibran. He missed the opportunity to say something very important to Manira. There is a deep feeling that Gibran wants to share with Manira. Manira is someone who gives enough color in his life. Not just the colors, but he was the rainbow, the moon and the sun that shone and illuminated Gibran's gloomy life. Now Gibran has risen. For a moment he was very happy with Manira. A moment later, his heart was agitated.

“How about suddenly her lover comes back?” geturu Gibran while holding his chest that began to rustle worried about the most frightening thing in his life. “How, if in the end we can not be with the people we love?” continued, nervous.

It looks like Gibran is in love. A taste that he had been desperately avoiding but still infiltrated into his bone marrow, into his veins, his heart, his heart and his entire soul. The whole title of Gibran's life now is Manira. Someone desperately waiting for his lover. Someone who seemed to have warned Gibran that he would never be able to have it. He will never replace his girlfriend, just like other men who always come to Manira and end up disappointed.

Manira drives her car down a deserted paved road. It was just filled with dried leaves that fell from the hundreds of shady trees that stood along the city's border road. Manira is silent but not without burden. The problem with my brother and mother about their insistence to marry Manira back churned. He suddenly felt apprehensive and extremely anxious, recalling the never-completed matter. What he faced like dry leaves on the river that sometimes arise sometimes drowned but in fact the problem was never solved. As long as Manira has not decided to marry someone, as long as the tension with abah is still gaping like embers that seem calm but can cause a large fire. And as long as Manira's long-awaited lover has not returned, Manira will continue to wait. This problem has been going on for years until unknowingly more and more are injured like the Imam, who is now standing in the middle of the road, blocking Manira.

Seriate...