Pariban So Rokkap

My Life After Netta's Departure

Drove my ninja motor, drove aimlessly at first, not expecting me to end up at the airport.

If you are now gone and we are separated, do not ever forget all the good memories that we have been through together even if only temporarily, not this heart does not hurt, not this heart is not broken, not broken, nor is this heart not sad, but only the resignation that accompanies.

Flash on

Right now I am at the airport, somehow my heart is reluctant to move from this place, before Netta came, I slept here since yesterday afternoon, while away from home, I have been sleeping here, I was angry that Sister Eva arranged my life, actually just a small thing, the usual thing is that Eva acted so to me, but the position of my heart was fragile, fragile, fragile, a little trouble can be big.

Hour 06: 00

I saw the car of a group of students had arrived, I deliberately did not show myself to Netta. That's right

the sweet woman was seen staring around at the airport, when all her friends were among the family, Netta just looked outwards, with no one to drive her, my heart was actually very sad to see.

He was expecting me to come, when he entered the Metal Detector, the examination then I went out, and stood at the entrance.

“Bang…!

his face was shining looking very happy, seeing me coming he pointed his phone, meaning that I raised, dear my phone died because since I came out of the house, I did not bring a cargeran.

“Sana in,”

I said to use the back of my hand.

But it seemed that Netta did not want to leave before saying goodbye.

He approached one of the officers, seen he pointed his index fingers at me and clenched his palms on his chest, a sign begging to be allowed to see me.

Running out again towards me, embracing my waist tightly, he didn't care about people's gazes at the two of us.

“Thank you for coming, I was so sad when you didn't come,”

said Netta with eyes can not stem her tears.

Strange, I can't say a word, my tongue feels stiff and my brain feels dull, but there's a lot I want to say.

In fact, a warm hug from Netta, I didn't reply.

“Abang should take care of yourself, take care of health, yes,”

netta said, I just kept quiet.

“Ta, the game call his friend with his hands pointing at the circular watch in the hands of Netta's friend.

“Go, your friend is waiting there,” I said.

“Alright, I go bang, I have to check-in because the plane is seven o'clock already departed.”

“Good.”

Embrace my body once more.

Netta logged in again to register, I'm still standing.

But, as Netta walked into the waiting room, from there I felt a deep sadness.

Netta looked back and waved again at me, walking away from me, that was when I felt my chest cavity hurt so much.

Seeing his back drifting away and disappearing behind the walls of the building, I only realized that Netta would not be seen for three years, a long time in my opinion.

I felt my eyes getting hot, fortunately the sunglasses were always in my jacket pocket, when the tears were spilled at the end I could hide behind the glasses I was wearing .

Now, I regret myself, why is it that when he hugged me, why didn't I come back for his embrace?

Why was my brain weak? noticing it, looking around it felt like I was stranded into a different realm right now, part of my heart was hurting, crazy again, I wanted to hug Netta right then and there, too, I hope he comes back to see me, so I can talk to him.

My indifference must have been misunderstood by Netta, she must have thought that if I didn't care for her, I wanted to run to apologize to her again.

Why was it that after he left I realized I had to?

Unfortunately Netta has entered the waiting room, it is impossible to go out again to see me.

My God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't see him these few days, I should have spoken – well with him.

I paced back and forth to expect the impossible, there was no way Netta could ever go back.

Until finally the plane flew into the sky carrying Netta far away to the other side of the continent, even I did not ask where it was.

I walked straight up my bike, regretting the beginning of the disaster in my life, I sat there like a madman, spending half a day.

Seeing the plane take Netta away, my chest crumpled and empty, I cried sitting on my bike, no matter what people looked at me, I thought, I could handle and take care of my feelings, I thought, I never thought I would be this sick, I never thought that at my age, I would cry just for love, but I was weaker than I imagined, I shed my tears as Netta left, weak man.

Oh it turns out that the feeling does not look at age, even though it is old, or still young, if your feelings are hurt still hurts.

I don't know if I can handle my feelings now and in the future. Because what is happening right now is not as easy as I imagined.

Turning on my motorbike, lingering at the airport made my chest cavity even more crowded, I drove off the vehicle, drove fast, this was probably the crazy thing I did, I carried my motor at high speed, I was driving, overtaking right-left, no matter what, I couldn't get over my heart, my eyes were heavy, I kept going, but I had a feeling I was going to have a problem later, but I ignored it.

Keep going, and continue until I realized I was in Bandung, it was almost afternoon, stopped to fill my stomach, but did not fill my motor gasoline again. Until late at night, I ended the adventure, and the intention returned, one day I spent meaninglessly, glancing at the clock that was coiled in my hands.

Hour 24:10.

The streets are deserted.

Crazy, bad luck always comes to me, gasoline runs out on the Bandung pasupati road, just on the overpass.

A place famous for its Favourite place of reckless humans, who often injure their victims with long machetes.

Oh good, I said with a laugh, when my bike stopped because it ran out of gas.

“Good place to die, most I'm in vanished right and thrown into the river under the bridge,”

I said softly.

Sure enough, they came out about four people in each hand already machete, wooden beams.

Didn't wait long.

” Oi.. here, here your wallet, the motor key, the gap,”.

pointed the wooden block at me.

“Take it, the motor runs out of gasoline.” I said still sitting with resignation.

“Out of your wallet here is the same fast phone, quickly bluff with loud, and attitude hastily, the smell of wine gushes from his foul mouth.

“No contents, the phone is dead.” I replied by being calm, not calm actually, rather resigned because of frustration.

“Emit me say, blegug sia...!”

I'm obeying his bluff, it's the same as looking for his own death.

My dad....!

Lacing floated up to my head on the side.

One hard blow that made me fall.

Finally falling here, I thought my death, when I was riding a motorcycle rickety from Jakarta this afternoon, it was here, it was here,

I said with a laugh, I was lying on the side of the road, with a wound to my head.

Seriate....