Orang-orang to Aratha

Chapters. 31 - For Aratha

By Aratha.

I don't know why, I want to write you a letter.

Of course you won't read it but, I hope you can understand my heart.

I didn't know I wanted this letter.

There's no way I'm going to Jakarta just to bury him over your grave. So, I kept it under my pillow, hoping you would come in my dreams.

I'm not sure you'll remember parting at Tunas Mutiara Elementary School five years ago.

Back then, you were the first person to hold my hand towards the stage together with your mother. There was joy and disappointment in my heart.

It was a pleasure when you touched my hand and a disappointment that my father didn't come to the farewell.

Five years ago, I didn't see you anymore.

Of course I wonder what your face will look like when you grow up.

When will we meet again?

When can we talk to each other and see each other face to face?

I always hoped it would happen. And when we meet again, I want to get closer to you.

And that hope is realized.

In mid-June, when the flag ceremony begins. I saw you standing in a classroom not far from me. I was so happy to see you. But you don't seem to remember what my face was like now and then.

All the ways I do to be close to you. You who keep distracting from everyone, a big challenge for me. Step by step, I keep trying. But you always lose like hope.

I was embarrassed when I met you. I did not welcome you with a smile but a cry of fear at Alrez.

You comforted me with a sweet martabak. But I don't like it very much. Then, you gave me a noodle. When I was hungry, I felt like I had to eat it.

Ah, you're right too. I shouldn't talk about things that have happened in the past. You know very well what my nature is.

I really liked the roses you sent back then and the words that fascinated me even more.

I remember the piano tone you always played quietly in the music room.

I remember the horror movie we both watched.

And I remember the taste of the caramel waffles you bought me.

The days with you, everything was recorded clearly in my brain. All were well impressed in my heart who refused to regret for loving you.

Ah, yes. I talk again about the past. If you were in front of me now, you would definitely not stop arguing with me. But that's what I miss right now.

If I created a time machine, I would like to spend more time with you.

Laugh together, though,

Talk about things that don't make sense.

And walk together under the shade of a shady tree.

The future of time and destiny is unpredictable. Inevitably, I must accept it.

This might be the last word from me.

Thank you for changing the orange color in my life.

Thank you for coming to see me in my life and leaving without saying anything and just leaving a piece of paper for me.

If you meet my mom there, tell her. Sooner or later, I'll catch up with him and see you.

Thank you, Aratha.

I love you, always.