Reticalya

Sorry for Me

Last night Ciya went back to sleep at her Mother's house. He felt that now he could adjust to the situation, he would always be careful if he came out later.

“Mother,” call her as the girl descends the stairs. She saw her mother watching the television broadcast with great focus.

However, as soon as his daughter called out, the middle-aged woman turned her head and smiled. “Where are you going, honey? How neat is it?” mother asked Jihan to see her daughter who seemed to be leaving.

“Iya Bun's. Ciya wants to play with Beyza, she happens to be on vacation again,” he replied. Ciya sat himself beside the Mother.

“Oh yes. Surely you are also bored at home no activities?” ask Mother Jihan who is very in accordance with the feelings that Ciya is feeling right now. He was very bored at home and just kept quiet.

“Iya Bun,” answer.

“Yes, don't play weird. Don't go home too.” Mother Jihan tried to warn her daughter.

“Iya Mommy, the most afternoon also has come home, kok,” said Ciya. Mother Jihan nodded.

“Continue now, why stay here? Said he wanted to play?” Mother Jihan was a little surprised because her daughter did not leave instead just sat beside her quietly.

“Not Mother, Ciya again waiting for Beyza to pick up. Said he was the only one who wanted to come here all meet Mother,” replied Ciya who was assumed to understand by Mother Jihan.

“Mother if you watch television emang like to focus so rich gini yes?” ask Ciya who feels funny when she sees her Mother who focuses on the television screen.

“Yes if you watch again we have to focus biat we know what they talkin,” he replied. Even though the mother was just watching the soap opera that is being talked about at this time.

Ciya chuckles at that and finally she also goes to watch with her Mother rather than get bored waiting for the Beyza who never came.

Tin

The sound of the car horn makes Ciya distract him from the television. “Kanya Beyza has come,” he said.

“Tell him to come in first if so,” replied the Mother. Ciya nodded and immediately moved to open the door.

Sure enough as he expected, Beyza had arrived and now his friend was walking towards his house.

“Hei.” With pleasure, Beyza hugged Ciya as if she had not seen her friend for a long time. They have met recently.

“Why the hell?” ask the slightly strange Ciya with the girl.

“Why-why, I miss the same lo, can't I?” ask Beyza sadly.

“Not that, I'm strange just come-come to play hug,” kekeh Ciya. “Ya already here hug again.” Ciya finally brought Beyza back in his arms.

They stayed in that position for a while. “Udah ah, Mommy has been waiting for you inside, yuk in,” invite him.

Beyza nodded and followed Ciya's steps to get inside the house.

True what Ciya said if Mother Jihan was waiting for him. “Hai Bey, long time no see ya,” said Mother Jihan while shaking hands with Beyza, do not forget they also hug each other.

“Iya Mother. Bey is rarely at home, now just happens to have a rather long holiday,” he replied.

“Emang want to play where the hell?” ask Mother Jihan curiously.

Mother Jihan smiled back at Beyza's joke. “Yes if you want to go. Be careful yes,” he said who was embraced by the girl and her friend.

They left there after saying goodbye to Mother Jihan. “Lo really want to go there?” beyza asked again to convince Ciya. Ciya nodded back.

“But what do you want? Nothing you can see there,” said Beyza.

“Gue want to see so far how many flowers are on my grave?”candanya while chuckling.

“Bry, not funny know!” He hated it when Ciya said it was his grave. Though the girl was still breathing right now beside him.

Not wanting to argue anymore, Beyza finally drove Ciya to where the girl wanted to be.

They arrived at a very large cemetery. Even Ciya could see it with his eyes at the moment, imagining if people thought that he was one of the many people lying there.

“Which side?” ask Beyza.

The friend did not reply, he walked slowly to reach Ciya's grave. Not too far away until now they are there.

A very beautiful tomb, maybe there are people who take care of his funeral. Ciya's headstone looks new, there are even sow flowers that have not been so withered on it indicates that a few days ago there were people who visited it here.

“It turns out there are still people who care about me even though I am dead,” he said miri.

“Bry, don't talk as if no one cares about you in this world. A lot of people get hit when they know you're gone. Do not just because one person who does not care about you, make you think that everyone near you also does not care about lo,” said Beyza.

Ciya nodded, what Beyza said was right. All this time he was too focused on one person who always rejected him until he looked at others equally.

Ciya crouched down and held the gravestone. “Hai I used to, I consider this tomb is the tomb of Ciya who used to be very weak. I thought you were dead. Now you have to rise up to be a stronger person for the sake of people who care about you. Sorry for just coming here now, sorry for being late. But now I really loose you make forever,” he said. 

Ciya felt she would cry as she recalled how miserable her life used to be. 

Severely ill, almost dead, even being rejected several times by someone he desperately hoped for his support. 

“Gue thinks we should go now, Bry.” Ciya looked at Beyza who suddenly said that.

“Why?” ask Ciya.

“Kak Kenji is here and now he is coming here.” Ciya's body stiffened as Beyza said that.

“Why do you just say now?” Ciya woke up while re-attaching the glasses that he had taken off earlier.

“Come go!” Ciya whispered and they immediately left from there with quick steps. Now Ciya only hopes that Kenji doesn't recognize her and doesn't follow her.

Ciya and Beyza sighed after they arrived in the car. But not yet there because it turns out Kenji is following them.

“Go now,” said Ciya. He's starting to panic.

“Do not go to Mother's house, I know that she will definitely go there after this.”