Seinfold(n)
Grief Let go
For the process of releasing is not an ease, to go sincere is not as easy as said.Drfgs
....
Clouds stemmed a smile on the face of the man who was now sitting on the balcony area of his room leaning against the wall of the whitewashed wall, no matter the white of the shirt thanks to the paint that began to peel thanks to the father bought it at the discount at the end of the year, just know how the quality is not as good as expectations.
The wind rippled a sign of not being able to go alone, looking for friends to be stopped by giving lonely love in the twilight to the sun again. The man empties his mind without knowing the purpose, two months has mengikhlaskan is an action that he must do never meet. Nusy the mother suddenly brought a snack of bread and a glass of iced tea favorite of her son who is now not like humans. Lamenting that everything that should go is not an easy thing. Harsh breath always comes out of Nusy's olfactory hole, let alone his actions now. Endless unrest meant making Nusy afraid of Sena's future.
His footsteps he advanced closer to Sena, ducking equalize the sena sand on the wall while following the direction of the proud child. A quick look at the smile, wanting to tell a little story to pull his son out of the black cloud fog.
"So the mother participated in gymnastics loh," exclaimed Nusy at Sena who still did not blink to see the leaves that fell sincerely because of the wind that invites. "the mother paid three thousand earlier, "the mother paid three thousand, the others paid five thousand instead, hahaha .." so the story goes back to hoping Sena welcomes with a pleasant speech as usual.
Sena was born 19 years ago was born in the sunshine thanks to his agility. Tiny body thanks to the worm that gnaws does not tear down the spirit of Nusy and Budi raised Gradang Sena Rafons. With affectionate fertilizer makes it grow cheerful, but this time the cloud was cloudy to block without pause.
It takes thousands of ways to get rid of, and back to lead cheerfulness to come. But the great blessing of grief fortifies all not allowing happy or even a rainbow smile to enter Sena.
***
The month of December was coming to an end, Sena changed her lifestyle to wild. Irit talk, rarely go home is a new habit that comes to him. Go home late without knowing morning, afternoon, evening and night. Often spent on the street, not mingling with friends but afternoon. Thousands of hidden cries from Nusy saw Sena change.
Nusy wants to call Lulu and tell her to stop this. Graduating high school has changed, the time is the next level that should be faced instead of freeing yourself from the reality of life.
Czech ...
The glass-lined door opened, the clock pointed at 2am on the wall clock near the left-hand side living room television. Sena came home still with an imperfect face, there is a bluish bruise and a little red liquid from the body that contains platelets and friends.
"It's a thug now," said calmly from Budi's mouth early in the morning reading the newspaper yesterday, because the newspaper will not come in the early hours like now.
Sena stopped her steps, with all her might holding her body from faltering, believing her legs to be strong. Feeling himself still under the supervision of parents, even though he never listened to any advice that was thrown.
Just the clinking of a boisterous clock here, Sena looked for the right words to reply to her father's words. Budi folding newspapers, put under a round table near a big television. Walking closer, the age that erodes and some gray hair that starts to stop is not able to make himself look young with the dusty path. A calm style without snapping is the principle of talking things out. Talking loudly does not all end in completion.
His frown revealed three layers, the tanned eyes that he passed on to Sena mendelik scrutinize the bruised face of his son who is now silent with the face no matter what. Budi saw that, he was sad his son no longer had feelings. Don't let his fear come. His finger examined Sena's young face. There was a face of disappointment. Wanting to be present in every problem of his son, but the owner never accepted the guest to let himself bear alone. With the pull of both hands to Sena's body, Budi immediately hugged his son before he threw a few words even up to the fifth second he was not able to say a word. Just a clap of strength marks, Sena shed a tear flatly. He knew he still had feelings. Rampant sadness cannot be healed, he told himself that was the truth.
Two men of different generations are now melancholy, bodies are heartbroken. With a problem that cannot be solved. Actually the sincerity of the key, but too heavy to do for Sena.
No one stopped even himself.
"Tomorrow to follow my father to pandanwangi yes," said Budi while releasing a hug not to forget he closed with a clap of strength back.
"Come on, take a minute with Dad.." Refer as much as you can. He knew thousands of times he had made this invitation after the black cloud approached Sena and changed his attitude. "Your father does not always have time Sena," continued Budi stopped Sena's steps.
The man who has now decided to start extending his curly hair to that shoulder for a moment thought, "Wake up Sena if 6 o'clock hasn't woken up Well," he said and continued his footsteps.
Budi smiled at a glance, "Don't forget to clean the wound before going to sleep," cried Budi while Sena had climbed the stairs while Sena just waved her hand.
A smile now re-lightens Budi, he hopes this broom to get rid of the black clouds that are too thick on Sena.
***
The smell of toast wading through both of Sena's olfactory holes, Budi knows how best to develop a hero who is now no longer small. Sena immediately opened her eyelids, looking at the father in plain sight on her bed.
"There's your favorite chocolate jam, the father who made your bundle just made this chocolate milk. Breakfast, shower, don't forget to use soap."
Sena smiled, not for a second. Soon he reached a tray containing his favorite toast, for Sena his father was the greatest chef for him does not mean his mother is not good at cooking. It's just that his tongue is too comfortable with his father's cooking. He pulled out a blanket before a loaf of toast he put in his mouth for breakfast.
Budi reappeared behind the door, before he had not really left Sena's room.
"Dad wait ahead, don't get stuck bad luck not our friend." budi said in front of the door before he actually went to go down to heat up the motorbike engine that he would use with Sena went on an adventure on Friday morning.
Do not wait until half an hour Sena prepared, remember Sena did not inherit the old habit of preparing like Nusy the mother.
Nusy ruffled his waist, saw Sena thanks to the bath soap with a mixture of perfume that slightly disturbed his cooking in the morning.
"Don't forget to wear a helmet" said Nusy a little but affectionately.
Sena with all her might she smiled at her mother, quite heavy. But he will get used to it.
Before he left not to forget the kiss on the hands and cheeks he delivered the next greeting.
"Walaikumsalam," Nusy replied with all expectations.
....
Greetings smile,
Derfagustins.
