Manira /Damar Scouts

Episode 90's

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

Damar Jurors

By: Elmira Arasy Rahman

Episode 90's

Manira is sad because even now, after all the bad things Mahesa did to her, still can't make her stop loving her. Manira is tormented by her own feelings between hate and love that eat away at her heart and heart.

Deep love mixed with deep hatred. All raged in Manira's heart until she didn't know what had happened to her. It's all too painful. Mahesh... Mahesh... Mahesh... Manira keeps questioning why she can be so cruel? How could there be a husband in this world who auctioned his own wife to sleep with another man? Inside was even a very happy smile. Manira destroyed. There was no more cruel humiliation than being insulted by her own husband.

Ngik...

Manira took the violin. He was very sad and disappointed with his own life. He vented it by playing his violin. Each of his friction represented the expression of his heart being torn apart by being hurt by someone he loved the most and trusted the most. His eyes were crying, his heart was moaning. He no longer knew how to get out of this suffering. Everything's been ruined. Hope has disappeared. He has no purpose in life anymore. He is desperate for himself and his love. He felt his entire sacrifice to love Mahesa all this time, in vain. Too much love, now it's turning too sick.

This love is so painful

The longer the pain

There is no peace in it

There are only false shadows

It was like suicide

It was like dying between life and death

Manira continues to play her violin until she unknowingly exits the hotel room, walking towards the balcony. The longer the violin incision the more slicing the heart, the more unspeakable the cry, the disappointment was no longer imagined. Manira continued walking on the balcony of the hotel's 5th floor. He even climbed up the concrete barrier wall and stood there for a while while playing his violin. Some of the people below started to panic, shouting for Manira to come down because it was so dangerous. But Manira did not listen to them.

Gibran was aloof on one of the wooden benches along the banks of the Main River, contemplating all that had happened. Suddenly he heard the violin. The pain, sadness and disappointment of the song was as if he could feel. He immediately stood up and ran in search of the direction of the voice.

“Manira... Manira..”

He ran here and there down the road but still he could not find. Until finally.

Brok!!! Pyars.......

It was as if something had fallen down very hard, behind him. The violin sounds stopped. Gibran was horrified to imagine what was behind him. He could guess what was happening but he did not dare to believe his guess that it was not Manira..... Gibran turned his body slowly. And it turned out to be true. A woman dressed in black fell from the hotel balcony and landed on a white car parked in front of the hotel. The top of the car was shuffled with the impact of Manira's body that fell very hard. All the glasses are broken. A woman was lying on it with bloodstains everywhere. A beautiful violin was still tightly grasped by her even though she was already unable to open her eyes anymore.

“Manira,” exclaim Gibran, shock. Can't believe.

Seriate...