Nadira (forgotten)

*Om is Coming, Honey

Someone ran, then stopped

There were many, then there came silence

Someone cares, then then turns away

Some believe, and then pass

Someone came, and then he left.

NADIRA POV

In this room, I sat alone. Hearing the song of birds that are usually melodious, now it feels raucous. After the funeral grandfather was accompanied by a drizzle, like my heart was being eroded.

I looked at the window, there were still many people talking outside. Many relatives who come to visit, close neighbors also come to visit, because basically grandfather is a good person and wants to mingle with neighbors, so many feel lost grandfather.

In this crowd I chose to shut myself up. Outside even for free, there will only be a curse of the oma to me, whether I am his grandson or not.

Recalling the good times with my grandfather, I was graduating from High School. After all the events were over, my grandfather took me around town, just the two of us. Satisfied going around Grandpa asked me to go to the movies, like a young man on a date, when grandfather bought a ticket and I bought popcorn and drinks for me and my grandfather.

After watching, we ate at the restaurant. I am free to choose whatever menu I want. Until our order came, I finished off the food I ordered not left. It was almost afternoon then, grandfather decided to take me home, fearing the witch was angry he said. This grandfather, my own wife's time is said to be witch haha.

All day I was made happy, can be counted with fingers how many times I feel happiness like that, the ranking is rare. Until now it can be a memory that is clearly engraved in my mind.

When I was engrossed in nostalgia, my passion trembled, I was deliberately silent from yesterday after having told Bagas about grandfather. He said that Bagas was coming, but I didn't see his nose. Let it be, the important thing is that I've been preaching it.

Bama on Satya on my phone screen. Actually being lazy, but it is impossible to ignore the phone from my om this, until finally I decided to shift to green.

"Assalamualaikum" I said the first time I picked up the phone

Silent...There's no sound. I look at my phone screen again, it's true Satya who called, but why silence, Strange.

"Assalamualaikum om. haloo" still no sayan from across there. Don't know if I'm grieving to lose even in jailin like gini, sucks. Makes my mood worse.

"OK if you don't want to talk sorry om, Dira matiin temponya" I said with a little ketus.

" Any Kamj all right?" Ask. I just gawked, from now on silent just wanted to ask like that?? huuuft. Patience Dira.sabar.ku elus my chest held back emotions. How would I be fine if the only person who thought I existed for so long had left me forever. Silly question I thought.

"Dira" he said again, I cut my breath in, controlling emotions that are not okay.

"Yes" I answered

" Can you hug you, give your support?" This time the question blinded my cheeks wet with tears that somehow just came out.

"hiks..hiks.." trying to suppress all the burdens that exist with a bated cry.

"Om know that Dira certainly currently needs om, Om understands very well how it feels to live by people we care about. Like when your mother and grandmother lived. It hurts" he said, making my cry break instantly.

" May ....Dira..hiks..hiks.." I cannot speak.

"I understand baby, om understand"

"Om coming, baby, wait"

clique.

the phone line just disconnected.

What did he say just now?

Coming up?

Satya will come here?

He said it must be kept secret, but if Satya here so it is no longer a secret dong.

Aduuh...I garus how is this??

My sadness is now mixed with fear, anxiety and ahhh. How to be dag-dig-dug.