NADIRS

Nadir ~ Bukder Pakder

Half-dead I advise Wira not to be crushed by the fate of her love. Almost dead, he cursed the fate he received. I did not lose my mind to wake him up. It's his spirit. Despair has sucked out the nutrients of his sanity. Like a pest to its host. Wira and her Love are a symbiosis of parasitism. Wira is a harmed host plant, his love is a disgruntled person sucking his life. Slow down until he is desperate, and dies. Haiss.

I know love is cruel. From the time before that. But who would have thought that it would be this cruel. Ever since he accepted the fact that Hanin had a lover named Anandra, Wira became very quiet. Not only that, he also became very irritable.

On my way back to the village, I tried to revive him once again.

“Have it, my friend, if this keeps up, Hanin will laugh at you...”.

“Don't you mention that name again!” Hero barking. Cutting words.

I'm silent.

Arriving in the Village, for the sake of high gratitude for our achievements, Amaku and Ama-Inanya Wira held a thanksgiving event. I'm thrilled. Hero does not hirau. I said his spirit was up. Stemmed by that savage love.

Many residents came to the house of Wira, where the implementation of thanksgiving. Not a few citizens greeted us, congratulated us. I'm proud not to play. Silent heroes don't play games. The age of the day was the first time we were treated very special. I remember the day of thanksgiving Kak Cantika when he returned from Java with his bachelor degree. Wira should be happy and proud, instead of suffering just because of love.

Stewed corn kernels fell in front of us. The people were waiting for Imam Nurdin to finish memorizing the prayer. And when the Imam finished reciting Surah Al-fatihah. We definitely answered―

“AMIN!!”

Hearing that, the hero immediately stood up. To everyone present, including his own Ama-Inya, he snapped.

“Don't you guys mention that name again!”

Oi oi, my friend, when will this cruel love sickness punish him?

The hero had truly transformed into another figure. The friend I barely knew of his character, except his snake hair that grew thick was not taken care of. His body is getting thinner. His ugly face was getting crushed because it was not taken care of. The legs on his skin are getting thicker because of days of not taking a bath.

The hero became a gloomy, for days he locked himself in his room. Do not want to touch with the nature of the village that used to be very adored. Seeing the behavior of this Hero, British children call it, Broken Home.

Mangge Raden and Ina Siti, who were worried about her son's situation, asked me when I came to see Wira at her house. I told them all the truth. I told the tragedy of Wira's love for Ko A Kiong's daughter. Wet eyelids Ina Siti heard the story.

“Oi, unfortunate fate of the Uti.. like Mr. Kelana only love story I heard!”

“Iya Ina, poor true fate of my Friend!” I said.

“As much as we hope, you can help her through all this, Utii!” Ina Siti held onto my shoulder, piling up her hope. I didn't think the tragedy of Wira's love could be this dramatic.

“Iya, definitely Ina!” I said.

Suddenly the hero came out of his room.

“Don't you guys mention that name again!”

We were amazed at her making.

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It's been a week that our holiday just passed. For days I came to comfort the hero. I asked him to find sago beetles, to swim in the koili river with lots of crocodiles, to snare wild chickens in my garden, to chase deer, all that I did so that Wira could forget her heartache, just a minute's stuff. Free, the hero still refused. I don't know where my friend's spirit went.

To Ama who I think is more mafhum what it feels like to be abandoned by a lover. I asked him to help. He invited me and Wira to play kite. He said, when he was left dead Inaku, Ama often played kites, and it managed to entertain him. He said the kite is like a heart that is swayed by the wind, and from that incident usually people will be aware of the situation of his heart.

The day was very bright, it was suitable for kite play, let alone the wind a little louder. Ama and I flew quietly at an altitude of one hundred and fifty fathomsimagine that. The hero's kite only flew for a while, then crashed again. And so on until he finally gave up. Instead of helping, it turns out that the theory of the kite even makes Ama more desperate. The hero threw away his kite, then sat on a dry wood tree in the corn garden.

Ama and I were immersed in the excitement of kite play. I had long craved for these moments with Ama, until we finally forgot our true purpose of entertaining Wira.

Ama and I were more excited when an eagle was lured by our kite. In the sambar-sambarnya kite, I also drive kites so as not to get scratches.

“Ke left, Uti!” Ama.

“Angin... the wind died..fast!”.

Suddenly Wira was gathered right in front of Amaku.

“Wahai wise Mangge..please very much....don't you mention that name again!”.

I don't know any more of these burdens I'll carry. Quite satisfied I counsel my friend who has no purpose in life. He should have believed it; just as much as a squirrel jumps, one day it will fall too. So also with my patience, even though I really appreciate and care for him, it must have an end to it.

Desperate I faced Wira, until one afternoon came a letter of Melodi to us. I gave him the letter.

“You read this, man... Melodi still cares about us very much. You have enough to disappoint yourself so far, do not let down our friend across there it!” my spoken.

The woman received the letter half-heartedly. I let him take shelter under a water guava tree on the bank of the Koili tributary, reading the letter. I can't believe the wacky hero knows how to shed tears. Either because it lost its sanity, or there was something heartbreaking behind the Melodic letter. I really don't understand.

“Why are you crying, friend?” my question, be careful. Afraid he would misinterpret my word as a name: Hanin. I try not to mention something that reads: HAN or IN.

“You see!” Wira showed me one sentence at the end of Melodi's letter.

My days on this island of Borneo, it was very hard. But, I always remember what you said... “Never want to lose by circumstance!” Thank you for teaching me the meaning of that word. You believed?because of your great words, until now I was able to survive. Fight on!

My hope is the same!

See you in the next letter.

Signed: Friends who always miss you from a distance.

Hero wiped his wet eyes, “You're right, man, I shouldn't have dissolved in this pain... Ah!”

Thank you God. My friend finally found his consciousness.

The hero stood up, firmly his eyes staring at the universe. I can see there's hope coming back on his face.

“I realize, Friend.... From now on, I will bury this love and pain deeply... I will no longer want to be beguiled by this deception named love said, firmly.

“Good, friend, you should have been.. Remember, we must keep our promises and dreams to Melody!” my spoken. Is HAN or IN really offended in my speech?

“Iya Friends. From now on, my focus is on our dreams and ideals. I made sure of it!”

“Oi, glad I heard that, buddy!”

“Tomorrow we start working again. We collect the coffers of money to continue studying in the capital of Jakarta, like our dreams!”.

I am so glad I heard it.

“Good friend, we prove to the world that we can too!” I said steady.

“Wait! What did you say? Hanin?!” wira's eyes bulged, “I beg you very much, Don't you mention that name again!”

Oi Ama's! I jumped, threw myself into the river.

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Footnotes are in the first episode