Short Story (Cerpen)

Thausand Promise (Part 1)

Category: Sad Love Story

Title: A Thausand Promise (Part 1)

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The Thausand Promise

*Because Long Expectations Will Never Change All Fates*

'Yogyakarta. Friday, 20 October 2013. 21.21 P.M

Section 1,970

… The world is very cunning, full of lies in every place. Why have I accepted all these harsh realities?

Bitter like medicine. Hard as a rock. And, it hurts like someone who has killed himself.

The road in this world is full of road. Twisted. And, not sure.

Why don't you show me all the truth? And, manifest all the lies? What does life really mean like this?

God, this is all sad. As I have experienced. Today.

Now, it's all just an illusion, which will never be real. When I'm in a dream. Please, quickly wake me up from this nightmare. If not, somehow I have to go through these days.

I hope when I open my eyes tomorrow. You were beside me. Hugged me. And, say all this is just a dream'

That night. Nia looks moody. I don't know how many times he wasted his tears flowing so fast. In both of his narrowed eyeballs. Tears were dripping to the end of his nose. His room was a mess at the time. Split shard. The pile of books that were originally neatly arranged, is now like a garbage dump. Very messy. Abandoned.

After writing her diary, Nia was still pensive. Silent sculpting deserted. His eyes stared blankly. Not necessarily the direction. Occasionally he screamed hysterically, followed by a soul-splitting cry. I don't know what he went through that night.

After he received a call from someone the guy across the street. I don't know who. The atmosphere in his room changed very quickly. Faster than a bolt of lightning striking the seventh heaven. Starting from a flower vase. After another broken vase photo of him with the man.

Yeah, her name is Andi. He was a handsome and dignified young man. He is also a faithful man, who will never forget his promise. For him, it is an obligation, which must be fulfilled. Andi's meaning for Nia is as a lover, because of her love. Also as her brother, due to chance, Nia did not have an older brother. Andi always protected him. Reminds when Nia is wrong, and comforts when Nia is sad. Exactly like the duties of a brother or elder brother. Who always protects his brother.

Nia is the only child of a married couple, namely Tia Ayuningsih and Rizal Khalil. But now her parents are no longer complete. His father died when he was hit by a train crossing at Yogyakarta station, 5 years ago. When Nia was 15.

Nia loves Andi very much. Since he was in high school. The long wait paid off in 2010, the spring.

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The sound of her screams made Tia wake up from the night flowers. Meant to find out what sound had made the whole house rowdy that night. The middle-aged woman stepped heavily. Hurry-scurry. Both of his eyes looked at the entire room faintly.

'Plaaakk, plaaakk, plaaakk'

'Haaaaaaahhh'

The voice in the air that was carried by the wind, sounded again. This time her voice was very clearly heard in the old woman's ears. His voice sounded louder than a thunderbolt in the rain. The middle-aged woman was shocked. His eyes are wide open. The screams of the woman came from the second floor. Right in Nia's room, her only daughter.

What the hell's been going on? Is that the scream of that voice Nia, my son? What's the matter? ask in the heart.

Tia stepped as fast as she could, climbing the steps made of teak wood. Very fashionable at all. Reflecting modern life. His face panicked. His entire body shook violently. Breath gasping. The woman is like a corpse. Extremely pale, so pale was the black line under his eyelids, looking pitch-black.

Arriving in front of Nia's room. The old woman rushed straight to the door of her room, then she opened it carefully. The middle-aged woman was silent. Hanging deserted. It was the umpteenth time he had witnessed this. The harsh reality, like medicine. That's why Tia was so reluctant about the four-letter 'O-B-A-T' in the sentence. Only four. Not more. And, no less. However, according to him medicine is a bitter reality that comes, then passes like the wind. Tia never liked espresso, because espresso is the same as medicine. Equally bitter. It will never be sweet. It never will. I don't know what the reason is. I don't know, only he knows that. For the umpteenth time he had to swallow the bitter reality. Swallowing medicine or espresso.

Nia's room was very chaotic. Messy. Abandoned. Like there was just a war. Or a bomb attack from the invaders. The grounded one scorched the atmosphere. While Nia? The 20-year-old woman still hides her tall body under a thick blanket of light pink. Sport color. And at the same time his mother's favorite color. It was not clear that she was crying at the moment. But Tia knew it, the sound of her weeping was heard clearly. Very clear in the ears, Tia.

Tia tried to approach Nia who was in a state of turmoil. His heart was racing, very fast. His face was panicked. Sometimes the old woman touched her daughter's shoulder gently, then whispered softly.

'You all right, son?' said the old woman who was next to him that night.

'You all right, son?' repeated again.

Throwing he said at that time not even reply. She's quiet. Tia was silent. She was crying, and Tia was crying. Her little mouth was stuck. So that he can't say anything.

Thirty-three minutes passed. They were silent to each other, but Nia remained with a great amount of crying. Then he left his son, after he took Nia's diary lying on the floor, earlier. The atmosphere was still hysterical until 00:00 p.m.

Tia opened the diary sheet by sheet.

Part 1

Yogyakarta January 1, 2010. 00.01 A.M

For the first time. I write this, my heart for him. Only for him. No other in my love.

I'm glad my wait has been changed. Yeah, correct. Very long wait. For me, maybe not for him. I never knew how you grew this feeling on me, and maybe not on him.

His name is Andi, he has stolen my heart. Then, he played me like a puppet. He pulled it, and then he let go as he pleased. But I can't deny that he's my soul mate. I'm happy, because in the end, love brought us together. In a reality. Real world.

To me, you are so beautiful. 'LOVE UNDER THE SHADE OF AN UMBRELLA' is what I always remember, Ndi. Until anytime. I'll wait until you're officially mine forever. For another thousand days, I am ready. To realize our promise both under the shade of that umbrella. Kala i. book.

Because I will be yours.

Today, tomorrow, and a thousand more…

'Nia Panca Tunggal love Andi Santoso Waluyo'

Tia read Nia's diary carefully. His facial expression is uncertain. Sometimes he laughs out loud. Grieve, then smile. Nia's diary hypnotizes Tia as if she's into her world. A book as thick as that capable of Nia greedy until the end of the story.

'Yogyakarta. Saturday, 26 October 2013. 21.21 P.M

Section 980

… The world is very cunning, full of lies in every place. Why have I accepted all these harsh realities?

Bitter like medicine. Hard as a rock. And, it hurts like someone who has killed himself.

The road in this world is full of road. Twisted. And, not sure.

Why don't you show me all the truth? And, manifest all the lies? What does life really mean like this?

God, this is all sad. As I have experienced. Today.

Now, it's all just an illusion, which will never be real. When I'm in a dream. Please, quickly wake me up from this nightmare. If not, somehow I have to go through these days.

I hope when I open my eyes tomorrow. You were beside me. Hugged me. And, say all this is just a dream'