Masalalu Story

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“You asked me about trash? No kidding. It was too dirty for a beauty of the word game”.

it is beautiful to feel in him something else. I don't know what it's called. But he stimulates an anger that can explode if he does not control by lowering his emotional tension again.

“Jawab only. You're in love?”.

“I like”.

“You want to be serious with him?”

The man looked at the sari and repeated the woman's question: “seriously?”

The woman nodded. Nakula finally laughed for a while. There sounded a mocking impression but also disappointed at the choice of the word: serious. A word that once rested in him in one particular moment and then was destroyed in another. Now the word appears again through Lati, the woman who is considered to give a defect to the word.

“You taught me the game not the seriousness”.

He can still remember when the woman asked him not to burden their relationship with seriousness. He also reminded that loving the deep invites suffering. He told himself when he fell and then had to get up. Something very difficult. It was beautiful when I didn't believe it. He chose not to care. Everyone has a different story.

Only the experience of falling down made his hopes subside. And from then on, his mind became rowdy with slurs on the word ‘commitment’. Those words became rubbish. He even views all women as equal. In her evil thoughts and madness, she longs to be happy with any woman without being bound by something small and trivial: love. He wants a bond that does not need to hurt each other if they have to end or without the need to feel lost if they break up.

“I now imagine how wonderful it would be if I became a real adventurer. I can stop on one branch and look for another. What a beautiful adventure. I can find many women who are willing to share my happiness with me. Then leave. Then we share happily again. Then go find that again”.

A pause gave him a way for Nakula to take a breath, calming the emotional turmoil. He was unconscious, the choice of words he spoke invited a lot of energy. He was stuck on his own anger. He was not aware of the words he spoke so steady and powerful. There was nothing he could hide from his crazy mind. Something born of wounds, of hope that does not come.

“If that's what you mean, I don't argue. I was planning that. I want to find happiness in other ways. I want to find someone who doesn't demand the bonds of”.

“Events. That's so evil. What if the woman falls for you?”

“You hurt innocent people”.

“I just helped him understand that's how risky loving” is.

“You don't need to do that to others, he doesn't need to bear our mistakes”.

“Please consider this the law of nature. If he dares to take risks in order to receive happiness, he will also not escape the suffering”.

“Why are you being so mean? Why don't you control the wildness of your mind?”

Lati crying. Such honest and powerful words from Nakula hurt his heart. One side he felt guilty for doubting his loyalty. He didn't think it could hurt so much. He thought he would easily forgive something that had happened. The man did not demand anything to return, but he had planned a crime in his mind. The desire of his madness is stirring. He really showed the evil side of someone who was injured.

“If what I do is a crime, it means that I am a good man who is learning to be evil. I have thought with all the pain I have suffered that the best way to be happy is to do the same to others”.

“If you think the past is evil, you should not have to repay evil with evil ..”.

“You better shut up. I don't need to hear a bad guy suddenly talking goodness”.

The woman was finally silent. In front of him, not a human. It is just a stone that incarnates a man. He is now getting hard. The encounter he secretes as a moment to fix their relationship is like a difficult one. The stalemate magnified by the fence of each ego further distances hope from reality.

But the woman could not hide her honesty: she liked the man even though he now looked more like a stone. So loud.

Lati believes everything will be good. He just doesn't want to rush. Just as separation leaves sadness and complexity, so encounter also finds its own complexity. He realized that the attempts to return were not finished goods. It is a process that requires the patience of one heart to convince the heart of another.