Return of Romantic Artists

SYLA, MY WIFE FROM THE FUTURE 3

“Unfortunately not. three years together, we have not given anak” “Oh a pity. You mentioned three years ago. Are we the fourth year we just awarded a child?” “No Bob. After three years we remain ungodly child” “Are we not on medication? Of course in the future technology is more advanced as you say. Of course it is not difficult to get offspring” “ In the future we are even more aware that there are technological limitations. One of them is heredity. We must admit there are other forces that are greater than technology” “Am I the problem? Maybe I can treat it from now on. Or is that why you went to the past? Because you want to get offspring. Just tell me, what should I do?” “No Bob!”, those eyes turned cute, “nothing's wrong. Maybe we haven't just given”. “Then how in the future again. After 3 years. Can you look ahead?” “Bob!  after 3 years, we decided to part” “APA!!!” “Yes Bob, we're separated. In the future, there will be changes in human behavior. The clash of civilizations has reached a point of concern. People who have different beliefs will destroy each other. Technology has turned humans into polarized with religion as the pinnacle. Those who are of different religions will eventually separate. The world is divided into five major religious areas. Everyone migrates in a place that corresponds to the religion he has”. “But aren't there still many religious figures who can still live together?” “Now even in this moment, peace in this country can be achieved because of the existence of these religious figures. But the embryo of fanaticism can you feel, right? When charismatic figures die, the direction of truth is held by radical figures who are consulted. Then provocative words can already be a tool to kill someone”. “Then why do we split Sla?” I suddenly felt very affectionate with this woman. “BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME, BOB!! You cannot protect me from the threats and terror around us. The pressure to divorce me is so great even if you insist on surviving. You never give up but you're also realistic. The migration of people has begun. Because here your religion is the majority, other religions flock to fly out of the country.  The chance to get out had entered the final seconds. You promised to always protect me. I swear to die instead of parting with you. On the last flight you lied to me until my flight to Sweden was our farewell. I cried screaming knowing you weren't on the plane.  Twice fainted because he could not hold back his emotions. On the last video call you promised you'd find space to see us back in”. 

“You're crying Shla?” I see those eyes watering. “I miss you Bob..”, then the cry was broken, “You have Bob, for months I was sick with longing..” and then the crying sucked his body. I was confused not knowing what to do. The woman in front of me was crying. I approached it. I hold his shoulder. “Already Shla, calm yourself.”, the body turns and hugs my body. He was crying louder.

*** “Sori Bob, it's hard for you to understand how I feel, but I really miss” “If you're calm, will you continue your story?” “What's Bob?” “How suddenly did you return to this time?”