My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 37. [Towards unlimited ]

Towards the Infinite

A girl walks down an endless row

Without friends or friends

For a moment he stopped just saying hello in every niche

A little smile he smiled

The further he stepped into the brimless elegiac deck

The world's joking charms try to say hello

Unmoved he stepped in a lonely bandage

Silent

Pandora's greeting was not ignored

Until he reached a point

A speck of light and warmth began to pierce through a niche of silence

Comfortable..

It was so comfortable he felt

The girl continued on her journey

Bringing the elegi who now started one by one flying towards the clouds

a flock of tiny birds longing for a branch

fly away..

get loose..

One by one the worn-out dogmas began to rise slowly

With the black bird

Until it looks like a smile

Now there is no more silence

It leaves happiness and freedom

I don't know when it started

Or there's another touch

Only He knows..

[©2019, A.Rico]

*

A piece of mother's departure. I chose to go home. Rosmini's mother gave me time off to rest for a while.

Tonight I couldn't sleep, I chose to take off all the mother's clothes. Some of the vintage clothes I chose I put them all in one big cardboard box. So did the photos when I was a child, not to forget all the important documents of my family.

Kaysan had attached several important letters of mother's death. Tomorrow I will take care of the other important papers to the government.

I didn't think that fate was so easy to turn things around. I lost my life, one pillar of my guard gone. One other pillar went nowhere. Only the pillar labeled that would-be backbone I have now.

Marriage is in front of my eyes. Inevitably, I was the girl who had to choose. Hopefully my choice is the right choice, not the one that dropped me in the nestapa hole.

*

The days are going on again as usual. Only Do'a can I make up for my mom, Lastri. I began to understand the meaning of the white rose that two weeks ago Kaysan often sent.

The white rose means farewell.

*

The days leading up to the annual metal concert that my community held began to be seen in plain sight. My physical condition is back to how it was, but my heart is not. There are still many emptiness holes in it.

Kaysan as usual, only the shipment of items that come every day. Now the contents are different, many types of fruits and vegetable salads, as well as vitamins and other nutrients.

But there I never met him, once twice he sent a message and then disappeared. Is that how it's dating, sometimes it sucks. If he met he would demand a lot of things, otherwise he would stall me like a kite.

I don't understand, can we be together next? Believe me, there are many doubts that remain.

*

Saturday, 10 am. I'm at the RRI Auditorium. All the committee has gathered. We've been preparing everything since last night, even last night I came home at 2 am. You can imagine my eyes are very heavy to open, while the metal concert will be until midnight.

The death of my mother only Nina knows, Nina has encouraged me many times. Offered me many things, and offered me to erase all my debts to his family. I smiled wryly, as pathetic as I was.

"Jani, let's eat first." take Nina while putting the rice box in front of me.

"How many times have you eaten, Nin? Remember the committee's food don't you eat." I said, chuckling, "Nin, where's your boyfriend? Give him an ultimatum before he's out."

"What to question is your boyfriend!" scowl Nina quickly, like I can't accept her boyfriend.

"He's busy times, Nin. I haven't seen you in two weeks. I also took two weeks off from work. Kortingan pay a lot of this." I complained as I opened the rice box.

One mouthful of rice finally choked me, "Here you go, Nin."

"Then get some ice cream, Jani. You, the host should be cheerful." persuaded Nina when I was no taste.

"Nin, if I marry you later how. I'm not sure about myself, Nin. There are many flaws I have." I looked up at the auditorium ceiling.

"I've told you many times, if you're not sure you should be convinced. Tell me what your doubts are about your brother."

"Opo boy, wes ah. My chicken is ready to eat." I opened the rice box again and devoured it.

*

Today I wear a black T-shirt that says Death Squad, because the super star will be the band as the closing band. As usual wear a short cargo and sneaker. Not to forget my black backpack containing a change of clothes, mukena parachute and HPku. We are busy with many things, especially the event this time is free for ladies. I've made sure there are a lot of people who bring their lovers.

Time kept turning until the hour hand was right at four in the afternoon. I sat behind the stage. Read some scripts that will be read later.

Om Seno came up to me, "Where are you ready yet, Jan?"

I'm throttling.

"Nanang's outside, Jan. Wait for you."

"Pret, um."

"Hahaha, it's gonna be good, Jan. This mantab loh." Om Seno handed me a bottle of red wine.

"Pret, um. I'm being given certainty."

Om Seno chuckles, "Jani, Jani. Wes, come on, it's time for us to act."

Seno and I went on stage. Not many spectators were present, only a few men were cool in groups with his group and supporters brought filler bands. If it is still an afternoon like this, the filler bands are bands that are still in the self-introduction stage. Yep! the new band.

"Good afternoon, welcome to our usual event. Piye kabare, wes ready? This time is different, you must understand who this girl beside me is. Singles, 'loh singles. Need certainty."

I chuckle, "Hallo piye kabare, sae mboten? [how are you, okay? ]"

"Sae, sae's. Saestu is glad about your slir." [Good, well, agree with yourself ] The rant from one of the spectators made om Seno chuckle.

"You're with me again, aren't you? Usually if I give a sign of love in your hand. Now I will make you remember my words. Uh..." (Love sign aka ink stamp sign entry to the event venue)

"Nangs... Nanangs. Your ex, Nang."

I saw Nanang standing at the entrance. Staring at me while giving his thumb.

"Cie, cie... Love seasoning is still rampant, cie

..."

"Definition of cie cie is what om, Cie jealous opo

My cient to you never goes out."

Seno and I chuckled, this is a joke outside the script I read earlier. Somehow if on stage Om Seno really likes to talk.

"Wes... Iki arep concert metal opo arep discuss termehek-mehek. Mesakke band opening wes get ready. Wes ready to dry, wes ready ngalaleke former. Yowes, please welcome Detritivor." [Usay, this wants a metal concert or want to discuss the termhek-mehek. The opening band is ready. Ready for the dry! Ready to forget your ex! Yasudah, welcome to Detritivor. ]

*

One by one the opening bands have completed the action on stage. The auditorium is now transformed into a moshing and headbang arena for the audience.

Time travels so fast, that I don't feel like I'm looking at the Adhan.

"Our audience enters the hours of a short break. Please want to pray, eat, or just drink evil. I say, the event will continue later after Isya prayer."

"Water, water, water."

Cheers from the audience who had run out of energy and issued a sweat that poured.

I got off the stage and approached the audience who were still standing behind the barricade fence. A guardrail between the lip of the stage and the audience.

"Whoa, thirst for sin what thirst for love." I laughed and handed him some mineral water.

"Mc crazy." chirped from one of the spectators.

"Hahaha, pray gays. Before you're sholated!" My voice is calm and demanding.

"Don't imami want to?" chirped again.

"Fat-tie!" I laughed and left the crowd.

My feet stepped behind the stage, Nina approached me."Jani, let's pray first."

"Yes for a moment." I said as I opened my backpack, I turned on my HP and waited.

"Now you're not telling me about your boyfriend?"

"Yes." I replied lethargic.

"Yasudah, let's pray first. Who knows if it'll ever meet your lover."

I only spent an hour off at the mosque not far from the auditorium. Many other metalheads who carry out their worship duties, no exception when they are seeing a metal concert that is synonymous with underground music. Music about rebellion, abuse, death, or music that is about freedom of expression.

Underground music itself is music that develops outside the realm of label-industry, which is arguably Independent/Indie music.

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