Seinfold(n)

Reason Originally

Like a drained well, we disappear with it. _Drfws.

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Pandanwangi does not give a breath of fresh air, it has been said if all what we think will not really come true. Continuing to scavenge the debris of hope in between the sadness engraved on the face of his son, Sena and now both feel the same way. Sena has tried to know it, while Nusy and her husband work harder than usual.

One full day Sena again locked up her life, no longer gurgling sound made. Nusy even wants to break his own aspirations, Budi is always near and strengthen.

kink ...

The door to Sena's room was open, now he came out with an appearance that could not be described as a fragile child, even he had calcified like dust on the window of the house. The man was really in a period of high depression, not willing to communicate at all even with himself he hated. The mistake of his sadness made him lose a lot of things, he hated all this.

Again, the road feels more tempting than enjoying the silence of the room without any wind coming out, because all the gaps he closed tightly with his soul.

"Eat first Na, "said Nusy already sumringah saw his son want to get out of his cage.

Sena fell silent, without returning a smile or a head bobble. He remained, still surly, tangled, no human expression there. Nusy again pouted, without any goodbye or just a kiss of hands. Sena feels that all is not there and she is the one who suffers, never happy, sad that runs rampant.

Without him knowing, if he fell then the injured are the people around him. Aware of not approaching Sena.

***

Budi brought two cups of cold tea, with two small ice cubes in each of the medium-sized upin ipin-flagged white cups. Sena used to choose this cup as their 20-year wedding gift. Every time they drink, they feel the head of upin ipin and it feels like lollipop if expressed. Funny indeed, Sena who started this all.

Without knowing fate plans through time, sadness begins to approach the loss of something valuable to him.

"Had Bun, Sena knew where he was coming home," said Budi pacifying Nusy, for the umpteenth time because not only today a old Gradang Sena Rafons did not return home, without a trace or where he would sleep is not so he questioned, one of the most important things now depression disappear and leave.

***

The melodious voice flowed without a trace, making Sena more and more silent to enjoy the beauty of deep sadness. His feet were clenched, wanting to curse the ground that was hopelessly supporting him. The sweat evaporated when the wind was in the air greeting him. The mind goes back to sound, stop this is all willpower.

Under the rambutan tree on the side of the road he was, needed a place and distance to stay away from a house full of blurry memories. It's about the departure of friends, but the sadness does not matter to Sena. Not without reason, Lulu is really very special without Sena realizing there is another life that must be continued.

Pandanwangi he hopes there is still, somehow slowly the speed of his motorbike invites himself to the place of heaven his father's world. Hopefully his father's initial intentions can be found there.

The sky was orange, carrying a message of its own to him. Sena riding his motorcycle is not too fast, nor too slow. He enjoys the process.

"Yes right, Dad is right" he said inwardly as he spread a faint smile to himself.

After he confidently parked the bike next to the motor matic someone he could not recognize, back with steady two feet he gayabuhkan towards the contents of a Pandanwangi.

A flash of memory of his childhood visiting here with his father made him smile, he should be grateful there are still many who care and love him. The shadow suddenly disappeared when a little boy cried across from him to support his body.

"You buy two Paaa .." whinefully as he rubbed the snot that began to come out of his two breathing holes.

Sena fell silent and began to pierce, what was really happening and what the little boy was expecting.

"And there were five in the house" his father replied, wiping the short hair of his son's head. Instead of improving, the boy continued to thrash. If it has not really materialized then invited home is not the initial will.

"Start naughty huh you?!" furious his father was ready to hit the child aged dawn in the morning, about still kindergarten.

"Do you know anything about parents? What did you give your parents today? Huh uh?!" his jolt, this made Sena go back silent and cursed herself. But, according to him, the action this time was also not wrong.

Without waiting for an answer from Sena, the bald man went to pull his son who had been silent while looking back was where Sena fell silent and lowered her head thanks to the words of the adult man.

His feet have not yet entered the area Pandanwangi already want to return. What he had been doing all this time, he had been floating on the streets without direction for two days. Even for a second he did not think about his mother who every morning prepared a towel and breakfast that with effort could taste like his father's cooking. Or how many times his father washed his motorcycle every day if he was not invited to play chess or plant plants in the back of his house.

The ringing of the cell phone had a wash-tone - India resuscitated her mixed thoughts.

"Hello Gem?"

"Mother," replied one who had called him without taking into account what was said again, Sena returned to her motorcycle parked there earlier.

"Cepet is very sep, not so buy or the money missed or what?" said the parking attendant next to Sena, not forgetting a sheet of two thousand he handed over even though this was not so long. Think of this as a mouth cover for a parking lot that is quite chatty.

With all the ability of his motor speed, he tried. In life must always come quickly in the middle of our slow.

***

The first look after the trip that he thought was long this time, was Nusy lying on his bedroom bed. Weak, pale is difficult to define if the sick is not just physical.

Sena immediately hugged the woman who fought hard not only the time to give birth to her as well as her life during this time.

No words just a warm hug that invites to talk, all know the inherent longing of each. Echoes who originally carried a tray after giving medicine walked out to the kitchen, smiling for a moment to see the child and mother who relentlessly complained of longing and forgiveness in the arms.

Be like that, smile briefly and give thanks in the heart.

Sena unraveled the embrace, saw the look on Nusy's face for a moment that began to wear out and wrinkles that spread, working every day without a penny in return, her life's work was priceless. Not everyone is able, working as a mother and really a mother is not a job just to give birth to children.

Nusy rubbed the hair of Sena curls that began to extend, he kissed the top of his head is still fragrant. Nusy smelled the same when Sena was two years old, although his shampoo was different ages.

"Sena did not want to see Mommy cry," said Sena flat without eyes as usual when she saw a glimpse of Nusy's eyes began to red and watery.

Nusy stopped before the rain soon fell, "Have you forgotten the date? Until I don't say it at all."

Sena holding both hands Nusy gave warmth there, "Whatever Mother, if Sena is able to do Sena."

"Continue living, college huh?"

Sena who from earlier was still looking down immediately looked at the eyes of her parents and looked for a gap there.

"But Bun-" Sena's speech was cut off when Nusy showed his index finger and wiggled to the left right in front of Sena's face with a gaze that Sena understood, do not be violated.

If they weren't the first reason to come back, who would they be? Is there a second, third or fourth party as a reason to justify the direction of life.

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Greetings smile,

Derfagustins.