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After arriving at Dena's house, Rendra immediately drove his motorbike at high speed and began to blend in with other vehicles.

Dena let out a long sigh, with a smile that was still expanding she then entered the house.

He then turned his spare key and entered the house.

Dark without lights, Dena slowly step her feet towards the living room switch.

"Congratulations, you are now a High School kid with the highest grades!"mom and Dad shouted almost simultaneously.

I was surprised not to play, my heart to be dislodged to hear the screams of my parents.

I laughed amusedly as I walked over to my Mom and Dad, and hugged and kissed them in turn.

"You're ashamed to know" I said with red cheeks.

"It should be celebrated actually Dad wants to take you to a restaurant but Dad's not paid" Dad teased me.

I pushed Dad's shoulder slowly and then let out a little laugh I took off the socks and bag that were still attached to my shoulder.

"Dad didn't think you'd be a general champion this year" he exclaimed as he hugged his only daughter again.

"Yes Mother did not think our child was this big when in the past she still asked us to be taught mathematics" replied the mother with a haru face.

I smile back.

"Thank You Well Mom if it wasn't for you Dena probably wouldn't be at this point" I replied no less enthusiastically.

Mother then told us to sit at the dinner table, then cut my favorite chocolate cake for the three of us to eat.

It turns out that mother has also cooked my favorite meat stew, the smell alone already tastes good let alone tastes.

Back to memory when Mom used to cook Mira's favorite food my distant cousin.

Food mushroom soup that is familiar to my ears, the food I hate the most because I am allergic to mold, my skin will feel very itchy if I eat it.

But why did you cook that?.

"Mother Dena wants to ask" I chimed in on all the conversation Dad and Mom exclaimed.

"Ask what, baby?"replied Mom with a gentle smile.

I looked at Father and Mother in turn, Mom wearing a white dress with very beautiful flowers.

While Dad's hair that starts to whiten does not eliminate the good looks on his face.

"Why did you cook mushroom soup the food I didn't like the most?"my question echoed throughout the dining room.

Silence, Dad and Mom were silent no intention to answer my question that made me curious half to death.

For years I have been waiting for answers to all my questions.

Dad sighed violently, then exhaled slowly.

"That cousin of yours is gone" replied Dad with a sad face.

I was surprised and accidentally dropped the glass containing orange juice I brought.

"Is Mira dead?"I said repeating my father's words.

Mom and Dad nodded at the same time.

Tears can no longer be weathered, the carefree laughter in the family room began to disappear with the tears of my sadness.

Dad came up to me and calmed me down with the story of his youth.

"Dad used to have a friend, he was Dad's best friend but baby it turns out God loves him more" he exclaimed as he stroked my head.

Today was a happy day and the worst day I've ever had.

Happy that I've been officially in touch with Rendra and the worst day because I've learned the fact that Mira died years ago.

My inner bond is very strong with Mira because we were always together when we were kids.

"Why do you just tell me now!"my yell broke the silence in the dining room.

Father and Mother looked down feeling guilty, not without reason they did not tell me but because they also felt lost they would prefer to keep this from me.

My cries grew louder, and I ran up the stairs to my room.

With a hard break I closed the door to my room.

Mom and Dad just fell silent without a sound, they seemed to know that I needed time alone.

This fact feels very heavy, like a concrete that shatters a thin and clear glass with the blink of an eye.

It was painful and devastated that Mira left without saying goodbye.

Not only did Mira turn out that Mira's mother and father also went back to their almighty lap, they had a consecutive accident when they were going home.

Tomorrow is Sunday I round out my intention to go to Mira's grave and her parents who are located not far from where I live only take 1 hour to get there.

I lay my body on the bed hugging a picture of Mira as a child.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of dawn reverberating, I stepped my foot into the bathroom to ablution after that I also carried out my duties as a Muslim.

My heart seems restless, I pray to Him with all my heart.

After the prayer I took a bath with a warm shower and then changed clothes with a dress that my mother had prepared on the mattress.

The color is all black from dress, hijab to shoes.

I got into my father's car with black glasses, covered all my puffy eyes and sadness.

Silent, the car had driven into the crowded streets silent no conversation.After I said to Father and Mother they both decided to go to eat Mira and her parents.

Mother gave me a piece of chocolate bread but I refused it, my appetite seemed to disappear since last night after knowing that fact.

"At least you should eat son" said the mother.

I shook my head as soon as I pushed the bread back into Mom's lap.

Mother only sighed heavily, then fell silent in daydreams.

I sipped mineral water from the bottle, I felt like my mouth and throat were dry because I had not been drinking.

To avoid silence Dad set old age songs with a sad enough flow.

It had been an hour drive we finally arrived at eating Mira and her parents.I was silent for a moment tears dripped on my cheeks.

Before entering the public cemetery I bought a basket of flowers and a bouquet of Mira's favorite flowers.

Roses

I crouched down while giving the dried leaves and twigs that had fallen over Mira's grave.

After that, weaned the tomb with mineral water and I sprinkled half of the flowers in my basket.

The three of us prayed together for Mira to be accepted by her side and for Mira to be calm in nature.

"Mira hope you calm down, actually I miss you a lot" I cried while stroking Mira's tombstone.