Short Story (Cerpen)

Too Late To Say Love

Category: Sad Love Story

Title: Too Late To Say Love

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His eyes were straight ahead, looking at the monitor screen in front of him. From yesterday afternoon he was unrelenting to play online games at a cafe not far from his home. Her mother's anxiety at home did not prevent her from playing the game, as if the game is a poison that produces pleasure for him when it is a poison that makes him seem to bewitched and drunk on indifference that begins to crawl himself about his caring attitude towards the surrounding and himself. Often his mother said, 'When did you stop and start caring about your future?' His mother's words were just a string of words that didn't stop him from leaving GAME. Yes, his mother's words were only made into a file in the memory of his brain and he stored it somehow he would open, he said, it may even be erased by itself as the owner who has the contents of the brain does not care about it. Tragic right?! Sadly, even the sound of explosions and earthquakes will not make it difficult to stop playing the game. Yeah, that's what he is. A man who doesn't seem to care about anything in the world. I mean, I can say he only cares about something that makes him crisp and maybe even cares for it for a moment. Like a girl who admired him. I don't know what exactly is in the silence of the girl so that she is only concerned with the figure of a man like him who actually there is only a pinch even just a hint of his concern for the figure of this girl.

In the morning, the warm sunlight began to complete its task of shining this earth. To give billions of light equally to every living life, every created being and living being. Natural humming began to play natural symphonies that vibrate the leaves that are soaked in dew after dawn. Even the birds joined the chirping like the gurgling of a small waterfall that is impenetrable even lifeless air. Pollution as if the monster army was ready to complete its task to hunt for brightness, hoarding and even the song of nature so as not to leave for the sun tomorrow which continues to kill every nature. It seems that nature is only destined to be killed by pollution and to have life only for the morning and the sun. But the charm of the morning nature will not be replaced by anything valuable and even the best that humans create. Because the beauty of the morning is an essential creation that only God is the painter and natural events kill His work.

The figure of the man rose from his sleep, his eyes were like a reluctant crescent full of the appearance of his figure. His body shakes after a night awake to fulfill a task that would be a must for him to play online games that seemed to be the back of his life. She yawned wide like a hippo that was awake last night to keep her cubs from attacking the tiger. The announcement of school graduation yesterday did not make his life happy because only online games that make him happy, really did not have the slightest effect! At the outcrop this half-night blanket covered his body and went up with his body.

This afternoon he had an appointment with his old friend, a girl who adored him for the past two years. The girl posted an inbox on Facebook, saying she wanted to meet the man and reveal everything she could not write with a string of qwerty letters. The man agreed with their meeting at the City Park at the intersection of the complex.

I don't know what made the girl so much admire the man. It was as if both of his eyes were blinded by a gray shadow that attacked him mercilessly and made his heart eyes blind and liked the figure of the man. Maybe it's like that. Or maybe his feelings are sincere as the morning dew and big as the universe, which makes it seem not to choose perfection from the man. It was as if time had plunged him into the hallway of joy that made it difficult for him to stare into the sunlight and get him lost in the hallway without anyone to help him. He likes but with pain that always haunts the girl these two years. Isn't holding something back not good? and if you've held it off for too long it might get frustrating or it might explode and go crazy. Maybe this is the chance of the girl to express everything so that the mountain in her heart becomes a hill that is not sloping with a butterfly-colored decoration flying with seven colors of rainbow. A mountain with burning lava, isn't it dangerous?!!

From morning to evening before in the contents by playing online games in the cafe subscription, but do not know why as if there is a lump of hairy circles in his throat so he was unable to express his mood. As if today was a shit day for him, as if millions of black meteors hit him and he was unable to stand up and feel the meaning of life. As if there is no passion even though the game that somehow made heaven in his life as if now became a poison in his life that should be thrown away and not let live, not let live, if necessary, kill it to its roots. Immediately the shadow shook in his brain about the figure of the girl and he began to move from the cafe leaving the online game that seemed unwilling to leave and pass. Hoping that after meeting the girl and listening to what she wants to say she will not kill herself because of frustration with her monotonous life. Although the day was so rotten as an egg for too long in the straw, he hoped for a ray that would make the rottenness something special. Such was his hope that might be small yet big for him.

The orange afternoon twilight shows its dim light, the sun seems reluctant to show its bright light. But this kind of atmosphere is not warm? Its raining rays radiate across the Complex City Park, piercing the shady green foliage of the huge mahogany tree. The rays of his throne are like skyscrapers that spread the color of his throne throughout nature. Redup and warms. The essence of its beauty can only be enjoyed in the afternoon before like the morning dew that only exists after dawn. Natural events are expensive things that are created and flow themselves according to the will of the creator.

The man waited for the girl while sitting on a park bench and occasionally glanced at her watch which showed at exactly 5 o'clock. His gaze was straight ahead towards the path that jutted into the entrance of the park. No matter how long it took for a girl to enter the garden gate. She wore her loose yellow flower blouse with over-the-knee shorts and her red sling bag and white sneakers completed her appearance that afternoon when she met the man.

On the faces of both of them were not terbesit smiles that adorned, even though the two had not met in the past year. Just as the man threw away the girl's feelings until she fell down with the man's words that hurt her, but by burying all that pain she tried to smile even bitterly. Resisting the turmoil of heartache that has been so intense in the last two years since their school graduation. Dusk afternoon with a dim orange light seemed to follow the steps on the two legs of the girl who walked slowly lowered her head but also occasionally glanced trying to look at the figure of the man opposite her who was sitting on the green bench of the Park. For a moment his heart whispered, 'I want to stop this step, turn my body, go to my warm room and struggle in my soft blanket'. But his little heart seemed to prevent him from doing that. He just continued to walk straight on the path of the Garden there was no need to turn his body towards his house like he was about to take shelter from a monster who wanted to start him.

The man stood up and looked at the girl in front of him who was just looking down, either out of embarrassment or looking for something down there. But remembering the last words of the man that hurt her, the girl took a deep breath and looked at the man with another look from her sight a few minutes ago. The view full of hatred and seemed to want to tear the figure in front of him.

'Thank you for your free time, I'm really grateful for that said the girl as she sat next to the park bench that the man was sitting on

The man snorted slowly and sat back down, to be honest his actions were standing up to welcome the arrival of the girl trying to be friendly to the girl after she slightly pondered her bad attitude towards the girl earlier. Bad right? Realizing the mistake when the girl had been completely fed up with him and his invitation was actually just wanting to reveal all the truth that the man did not know, the truth that the girl hid behind her heartache. And not to scavenge the affection for the man who, as he so often does in the middle of the night, appears in every nightmare. Though the man has opened his heart a little for the girl, yes at least by reflecting on his attitude to the girl on the last night they met. His attitude and words that should not be thrown at a girl who is actually a girl is not a murderer, a witch, a liar, or an alchemist though. But isn't two years a long time to reflect on everything and realize all the mistakes? Too many seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and even months are wasted on self-harm. Is it too late for that guy?

'Yes it's okay and you don't have to thank me.' he replied in a nervous tone.

'Didn't I be a girl who doesn't know herself if she doesn't thank you.' her reply stopped as if her throat was stuck with a lump of disgusting cat fur.

'Because I know your time is not much for an insignificant girl like me.' he continued in a trembling voice

Once again the man contemplated the girl's words with only a silent fixation on the ground as if there were precious items there. Realizing so evil he's been all this time, so stupid he's been weeding out girls as good as him, pathetic isn't it?

'Stop talking like that, the important thing is that I'm here. What do you want to say?' the man said, looking at the girl from the corner of his pondering face, perhaps sad or perhaps confused, what to say in front of the man who had struck her fragile heart like a puddle

With a short breath the girl began to speak, 'Sorry about the letter, I am indeed a true coward who does not know himself to write that sentence to you.'

'I'm sorry, ' he continued in a soft voice, so soft as if his voice was eating the twilight wind that afternoon

For a moment the atmosphere became silent, as if the world was uninhabited. The one that sees the world but has no life, is empty. It was as if their conscience was shouting something that wanted the world to know the meaning of these two people.

'I beg you to poach me.' His words were cut off along with the water that came out from the corner of his eyes that I love.

'For me to forget you, I just want to live a quiet life without your shadows in every dream and step of mine. I'm tired of sustaining this pain, I'm tired of my love clapping one hand. I'm tired of all my nightmares, I'm tired of all this with you, so please tell me as you like, so I can erase your figure in my brain memory. I beg you.' he said at length with a sobbing while turning his face to the man who he still lowered his head did not move in the slightest like a robot even blinking did not even blink.

The girl cried sobbing softly, perhaps her love for the man was so great that she could not turn away from the others. Which even he could get better than that man, isn't the stock of men in this world still plentiful? And God is Most Just, not to create a soul mate for his people. But so strong was the girl's feeling that she looked like a disgusting beggar of love not knowing herself to expect her feelings to be reciprocated by a man like her. But now this is different, maybe God has knocked on the door of his heart to open with another man who deserves it, who can appreciate it and not treat it like a useless bark and treat it like a princess who needs to be protected and loved with all her heart. Pure heart sincerity that is sent through a sense of not empathy.

'I can't.' The man looked at the girl with his own eyes.

'Because now I realize how foolishly I hurt you, I love you.' said the man steadily

It was as if a meteor had fallen on the girl's body or spring flowers were scattered over her body after hearing the man's reply. A delusion-like answer that he has buried deep and will not dig. And it was too late to say that sentence because the girl had loved and loved another man who had a sincere heart as pure as the sun shone on the earth.

'Slow!' said the girl choked while staring blankly at the man

'Don't you know that no human has created a time machine yet?' he continued with a sad look on his face and no power of tears flowed again from the corner of his eyes

It was painful after hearing the man's statement, as if lightning was gripping in the twilight of the afternoon. There is no acceptance there is only rejection, it is too late!

'What do you mean? Can you explain to me what you mean by that time machine? You don't joke!' the man replied with a confused look while wrinkling his forehead

The girl just looked down, as if she did not want to look at the man beside her.

'Arya, he's the man I love and he's the man who has opened my heart's eyes to open with another man. I really love her said the girl once and tears began to struggle in her eyes.

The man just silently lowered his head, as if a thousand arrows had been pierced sharply in his heart. Is this how heartache feels? Now he realized how painful the heartache was, then, and she could feel the heartache that the girl had been going through for two years especially when she branded the girl up until a good girl like her was plunged into deep sadness and lived without tranquility.

'sorry. I just want if we meet again, I beg you not to rebuke me. Suppose we do not know each other, assume all the events we live are just mirages are not reality. And suppose you just woke up from your sleep and had a bad dream, then erase the memory of your nightmare. Shouldn't something bad be removed?' said the girl with a forced smile that even she looked like an innocent girl who had a creepy grin

'I will continue my life in peace even as you do. Take care of yourself and thank you Kenedy.'then get out of his seat and go with heavy steps as if he were carrying a thousand steel, he said, but with a long sigh he walked quickly without turning his head even a little to the man. Tragic!

'Oh my God, stupid me! I'm nothing more than a dumb son of a bitch about all the decisions I make. First I fell in love first I also felt hurt so painful, oh God so cowardly and cruel I to him. Please take care of him because he asked me not to know him again.' He said in his heart while closing his eyes, and it did not feel clear water began to flow from the corner of his eyes in line with the drops of water that fell from the sky adding to the pain and melt of his tears mixed with rainwater.

Struggled in his mind with the girl's words, 'Don't you know that no human has created a time machine yet?'

The End's