Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)
Remembering Your departure
A bouquet of white flowers and a basket of colourful smells were in the hands of a pair of ayu men and girls. Black glasses, perched on each of the senses of vision. Either to just dispel glare or to be a barrier to something that will happen later.
The ayu girl steadied her steps to continue walking along with the man beside her. Passing through a large area of land. Only the ranks of gravestones covered in green grass appeared along the way. Stop when there is a rest that reads a name he knows "Dion Wijaya".
Slowly the girl bent her knees. Staring at the last house for a lover who has made a sacred promise of marriage for him. A flower he put. "Mas, should you pick me up? Don't you know that your rose really likes you to pamper?" said the girl while sprinkling flowers on top of the navel.
The man who had been faithful to accompany her, sat down crouching next to her. Shut up, just sow the flowers. Sometimes he rubbed the shoulder of the girl next to him. He knows how someone on his left feels. Even though he looks tough and tries to joke, deep in his heart still holds a taste for his beloved husband.
He was here too, at the girl's request. He was arrested but countered. Not without reason, the man just did not want to happen the thing that would bring the girl's poignant memory to the sudden departure of the man. In his memory is still very perfectly illustrated when the girl was stranded in the subconscious. She refused that her husband had left her. Not for a moment but forever.
A beautiful departure but still a sorrow. In his last prostration in a third of the night, the man who now lives only in that name found the Supreme Creator. Without feeling the pain of life when he was about to escape from his body, he smiled to let go of leaving the world. The wife who was none other than the ayu girl, was only able to shed tears when she found her prayer priest never woke up from his prostration.
Shouts to the sunyinya that night, still heard in the ears of the man. How clumsy the lips of the girl, only able to bang on the door of her apartment without being able to say anything. He who was also awake to get drinking water, as fast as lightning was pulled once the door of the apartment he opened. The trembling that encompassed his entire body, he could feel it very clearly. That girl is so weak. But there is a force that makes it strong and it does not know where the impulse is.
The pulse that had gone unpalpable, made the man decide to take the girl's husband to the hospital. Getting certainty about the breath, whether it can still be stopped later or stopped until here. In the thick of the prayer that continues to be offered, the tears of the girl perfectly shed. The focus of the man was to divide between calming or splitting the night streets.
"Mas, I miss," said the girl, who had thrown away the man's delusion about how death had left the body of the man who was now lying under the belly button.
He rubbed the girl's back. Ask to stay strong and not return wailing. As strong as the energy is held but clear tears still escaped just like that. The little sobs that he could not ignore, the more they sounded in the man's ear. Time may roll but love does not end.
"You know, Mom, our brother is very loyal to take care of me. She ignored her age and was not married. Try you here, Mas. He must have been selling," said the girl sounding sliced.
"Mas, I'm sorry. The black box from Mas Rud sudan I opened. It's novel. And you know, Mom, you always accompany me when I read that novel. She was like a mother, always nagging when my feelings were disturbed because she remembered our story written there. He was afraid that I would be hurt to repeat the feeling to the owner of the novel. But my love is only for you, Mom. Only thou. My heart is locked in your name. I just missed you. Too homesick. Until I feel like falling in love again. With you, just with you."
The girl's voice sounded so sad. Clear crystals and hoarseness he can no longer resist. The excitement and excitement of the feeling he spills. The freshness that he had been trying to strengthen, in fact collapsed just like that. He misses the wise man, his man.
The man who had come with her, started talking. Not advice but satire. The fragile girl he let wipe his own tears, not as usual, when he removed them. In front of the man who was none other than the husband of the girl, he abstained from taking over the task. Wiping away tears and hugging, it wouldn't do.
"Look at your lady, here! He's still stubborn. Prefer to hurt yourself rather than go and pick up her happy new sheet. I'm sorry I couldn't change his mind."
The young lady was eager to reply to the complaint of the man beside her. But his voice is still stuck. He just rubbed the headstone with a smile. In his heart he denied. His tears again testify, if in fact he is still not willing to be left alone. The loneliness that whack makes him choose to be there. He looked at the name on the tombstone and then stood up. Turn around and start to step. The rest of the tears he hid behind the sunglasses that he immediately used. Keep walking and forget whether someone who had come with him followed him or still faithfully shared the story there.
His heart was like it was being sliced. The greatness of the shadow of the story with the man who had now calmed down behind the tombstone apparently still could not be forgotten in the slightest. the sweet story that only for a moment he enjoyed made him regret for allowing the man longer he hurt. His heart is so soft now.
"Come in" said the man he had left as he opened the front door of the left car.
The mature man immediately entered the car after the girl ayu sat sweetly in his chair. He turned on the engine while looking at someone beside him. Unlike at the funeral earlier, this time he inched closer the body to the opposite sex. Pull gently on his shoulders and drown in his arms. Slowly, he opened the black object that covered the girl's puffy eyes.
The girl seemed calmer. The touch of the brother apparently can treat longing in his man. It was not the same peace but at least there was still a loyal one by his side when everything he loved had gone.
