Short Story (Cerpen)

The Last Fireworks Festival

Category: Romantic Love Short stories

Title: Last Firework’s Festival

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The day before the fireworks festival, my girlfriend Arata and I were busy choosing a matching Yukata for us. This year's fireworks festival is the best. I was expecting a moment like this. Moreover, Arata just resigned to what I did. He usually rebelled.

“Honey, you want to wear this blue Yukata?” I asked while showing her the blue Yukata.

“Do not call ‘sayang’ so. Hot.” answer cetus.

Arata doesn't like romantic-ass courtship that much. He calls me ‘Akichan’ more often. My name is Akita, you know.

“Terus, where do you want Yukata?” ask again.

“Yukata that is also good. I like blue.” he smiled.

“Really?”

I'm glad he likes my blue yukata of choice. During the festival, she never wears a yukata. He said it was more simple to wear a T-shirt and Jeans with a slight tear in his knee. Although she was sweet and cool, she was a person who rarely chatted. School, direct part-time work. Go home, do schoolwork. Finish it, go to sleep. I always protest that he is always busy with his own work.

“I want to make a lot of money to propose to you.” said Arata in front of his friends.

I'm speechless. Glad and happy he said so without further ado.

“Arata, I remember what you said back then, you know.” I said smiling to myself.

“Why? You don't like it?”

“I really like.”

We walked while holding hands. Arata brings 2 bags containing “Yukata blue we”. This summer is really beautiful. Although the heat is not as hot as usual, for me this season is so warm.

“Summer next year, we can see fireworks festival again or not huh?” ask Arata.

“Do you think?”

“You want?”

Start jail. I pinched her waist until she cried out in apology and laughed.

“You!”

“Sorry!”

We were silent for a moment. I just realized his hands were so cold.

“Oh.. so you don't overheat.” says.

He held my hand. He's a little weird. He wasn't like this before.

“I want to always be with you, Akichan.” said.

“Lho, we are always together, right?” i wonder.

Arata just smiled a little.

“I want to see next year fireworks festival.” he said again.

“Of course.” sahutku.

“Can I see her again next year?” he murmured with a blank look.

“You mean?”

“Nothing.”

Finally, the night of the fireworks came. Before the show began, we walked through game stands and food stalls. Arata ate the gulali while watching me pick the hair ribbon.

“Which is suitable?” ask for an opinion.

“All matched.” replied.

“One Only.”

“All Only.”

Arata took out his wallet while biting the gulali skewer. His cheeks are full of gulali.

“I pay.” said while giving money to the seller.

“Thank you.” said the seller.

I was a little surprised at him. Usually if the money problem he stingy. Because of seeing me this wonder, he smiled

“Can't his girlfriend buy him something for his heart?” ask Arata jail.

“Ah. Coincidentally I brought more money than usual.” I said origin.

“Then I eat Takoyaki. I'm hungry.”

“OK!”

We also went to look for a kiosk that sold Takoyaki. Satisfied to go around, we bought takoyaki and looked for a good place to see fireworks. Many couples are also present.

We sat by the river and devoured the takoyaki. The fireworks festival begins. The first fireworks shot up and the night sky became colored. Then came other fireworks that made people amazed. The night was so beautiful. I photographed some fireworks that I thought were good. We also took pictures together. Arata looks happy.

“Good right?”

“Ya, nice!”

When I was busy with my shots, she suddenly kissed me on the cheek and in the photo with her camera phone.

“Eh.?” i'm shocked.

“Can!” exciting Arata jail.

“Sneaky ground!” I pretended to be angry. My cheeks are flushed.

“I'll show you this photo on my Facebook. You like ya!” he smiled widely.

“Ogah!” sahutku.

I must have liked it, dong! my thinking. Arata chuckles while busy with his phone. He also made the photo a wallpaper on his phone.

“I am more suitable to be a photographer than you.” ledeknya when seeing the results of my photos.

“Biarin!” my cetus.

2 Hours after the fireworks festival, we went for another walk. Not tired, go with a girlfriend.

“Capek, yes? Want me to carry?” ask Arata.

“If the road is with you, 10 km I can kok.”iksku.

“Gombal.” chirps Arata.

“You never got into me, anyway. Kayak ‘you are the moon, you are the star’ so.” he said smiling amusedly.

I laughed, followed by him. A night full of cheerful laughter. Her hands were still cold, but not so cold when she held me.

We were silent for a moment. Arata.

“To be honest, there are many things I want to do with you.”

I smiled, but her eyes looked pretty and her lips were a bit pale.

“Can I call you ‘sayang’?” ask Arata.

“Of course. I'm right, your girlfriend.” I replied.

Arata bowed in shame while smiling.

“Honey, I like you.” said Arata.

The first romantic word he said.

“I like you too, baby.” reply.

Arata hugged me and kissed me on my forehead. He did something he had never done to his ex.

“I want to cuddle.” said.

“Uwaah.. hot.”.

We laughed again. Today he seems to have changed a lot. I hugged her too. So hug!

“I'll protect you. I will be a shield for you.” he said again.

I don't really understand, but I like that phrase.

“I want to be with you always..”.

“I also.”

We were planning to go home because she looked unwell. We went down a rather lonely road. Then a truck carrying long and pointed iron drove fast. Seeing us on the side of the road and almost getting hit, the turk driver turned the truck at high speed, until it slipped. The contents of the load are falling.

Arata hugged me and made his body a shield for me as the long, sharp iron rods rained down on us. Up to 2 iron rods pierced his back and penetrated almost to my stomach.

Arata immediately pushed me as the carriage slid and hit his body. The blue yukata was full of blood. I immediately ran up to him who was lying in the middle of the road.

“Arataaa...!!” my yelling.

I can only cry when people come to help. In the rest of his strength, his hands wiped my tears.

“You must endure! I don't want you to get sick!” I said while hugging him.

“Will... more. well.. hurts again. if you cry.” he said softly with decapitated breath.

I cried out loud.

“Sorry.a, I. can't.. me, see.. fes..tival... that.. with.. mu...”.

“You should be able to!”

Now I have to let go. His last festival, and I realized why he said such a strange thing. The last fireworks delivered his departure.