SMILE BEHIND THE SORROW
BOOK WITHOUT TITLE
My hands and eyes stopped at one book that intrigued me. The blue book in front of him is golden yellow.
There were no words or sentences I encountered at the beginning of the book cover. Book locked with a small padlock.
" What a book is this, the feeling I've never had a color book like this. I asked Eyang." I put the book back and I headed to the bathroom.
After I cleaned and refreshed my body, I immediately headed to where my eyes were gathered. The order of the house Eyang is still the same as before nothing has been changed.
Ancient house with a door that has carvings on it. I walked in the guest room, seen Mas Deni the rental car driver was still here. Ma'am Asri and Princess Eyang were sitting side by side.
" Eyang, Vey can't let you look around out there. Vey misses this place for a long time too." I asked the Princess.
" May Ndok, but same Ma'am well do not go alone. Eyang do not want Gendok meet them." I know and very well understand. It worries me a lot if my friend or neighbor doesn't like me.
" Injeh Eyang? I'm the same as Ma'am Asri. All want to be famous (tomb) Mas Fahmi. Yeah, yeah." I said again.
" Well, we're leaving soon for the night" said Eyang Kakung.
At the same time Mas Deni wanted to go back home too. Me and Ma'am Asri walk to Mas Fahmi's party. On the other side of the road I met an old friend of mine.
He had just come home from the stall because he was seen carrying two plastic bag bags. He looked at me with a slight smile. I know what's in his mind.
Me and Ma'am Asri didn't notice. We were both still focused on walking and were often interspersed with funny chats. Ma'am Asri is very sweet, her skin is not too white as I am humorous as well.
Before entering the area, I bought three plastic bags of flowers. I took a deep breath, I dared to step on this tomb again. At once, event after event invaded my brain.
Dizziness, tightness, which I feel right now. Ma'am Asri who saw my pale face became worried. He, persuaded me to go back home but I didn't want to.
With a trembling body I started walking again. Ma'am Asri who from the beginning held my hand also felt cold in my body. I don't care about Ma'am Asri who still persuaded me to go home.
The headstone that read Mas Fahmi's name was already in front of me. I can't stand it anymore all the longing, the pain, the loss has become one.
Look at me now who is still the same as before. The weak, who try to be okay but are fragile inside. Your unexpected departure.
That little party became my last party with them. The gift I was about to give was still neatly stored in his place. With a broken heart, I sprinkle the flowers in the plastic bag I bought earlier.
Ma'am Asri sprinkled in the place of Father and Mother.Three adjacent tombs, my family fell asleep with peace. Without having to endure the pain.
Clear crystal-like circles still flooded both of my cheeks. Long-saved long-saved longs have now been conveyed. Although it has to be this way.
" Mas Fahmi, Mum, Dad! I came to see you guys. Do you miss me too, Mas Fahmi today I am on vacation. For two weeks I will always be here. Mas Fahmi, Mom, Dad I miss you all so much, I really miss your affection again. Wh why? Why time does not allow happiness to be complete. Mas Fahmi, in my new place I found new friends who really accepted me. Once, one day my depression relapsed while I was taking an afternoon walk in the town square. That face was very similar to Mas Fahmi only he was with a woman. At that time I became hysterical. But luckily I was surrounded by people who loved me very much. Moreover, all my new friends helped me heal. Until finally my condition slowly slowly returned a little." I wiped the rest of my tears and momentarily took a breath that felt very tight.
" Well, I know not when I'm in a complicated situation. There was a man who sincerely helped me. The first guy I knew at school. The warmth he gave me made me feel like it. Either like just admiring or like who really like. He also told me once, but I refused. I know he still likes his first love. I see that there is still one name. I feel comfortable when I'm by his side. Just like when you were still here." I haven't had time to continue my story as Ma'am Asri's phone reads.
" Eyang Deg's the nelfon" Ma'am Asri told me. I told Mbak Asri to pick him up and say he'll be home soon.
After the Eyang phone closed me and Ma'am Asri prayed before going home. I splashed the three-tiered headstone with the water I had bought. I looked at Mas Fahmi's headstone as if I was not willing to move from this place.
" Yuk Deg, it's raining. The sky is dark too. Kasian Eyang later, tomorrow we come again." refer Mbak Asri to me. I don't want to have to go home.
On the way to the house of Eyang me and Ma'am Asri stopped by for a while to buy martabak favorite of both my eyes. I still think about my dreams when I travel here. Why is this dream so real.
The martabak we ordered is ready, I give you fifty thousand bills. As usual I always leave my change, it can help them.
The distance from the tomb to Eyang's house was not too far away and not too close. Still going through a few more alleys to get to Eyang's house.
Risa, a friend who is very close to me. If I see her, her eyes are still the same. Asri's mother who knew that immediately glared at both eyes. Ma'am Asri would be very angry if he saw Risa.
" You're patient well Dek, they'll never know what you're feeling. They can only see the ugliness of others. Mbak did not expect when you were down, he left. He's not a good friend Dek." Ma'am Asri hugged me from the side and stroked my left arm.
I just smiled at Ma'am Asri, reassuring him that I wasn't the weak Vey. I'll prove to all of them that I'm not crazy. I'm happy even though I live far ahead of the city crowd.
When we got home, before entering the house, I washed my hands and feet. Custom must always be maintained, after the tomb must wash the feet and hands first.
" Asalamualaikum, Eyang!" my greetings entered the house followed by Ma'am Asri.
There was no greeting from the person I greeted. Maybe they're in the back of the house this afternoon. I headed towards the back porch, and it was true that both Eyang Kakung and Eyeang Putri were sitting back.
For a moment, who was that man who was in front of Eyang. He's behind me and Asri's brother at the moment. I told Mbak Asri to meet Eyang first.
I headed to my most comfortable place, before I managed to sit my body perfectly. I remembered something that I had wanted to ask Eyang. I picked up the book and walked back into the back.
Deg
My steps stopped as I looked at the man who was similar to Mas Fahmi. The book I had just held was free-falling. My head felt so heavy, my body almost fell down following my book.
Ma'am Asri immediately caught and realized my surprise. I looked towards Madam Asri, Ma'am Asri who understood my gaze shook her head.
I was helped by Ms. Asri to sit in the rattan chair that was occupied by Ms. Asri. Alu is still confused by his existence here. The brother explained who he really was.
It turned out that he still had blood ties to Mas Fahmi's family. He's Mas Fahmi's cousin from the city of S. He, just came by for a moment. He said he visited Eyang often. Before the accident happened.
I still keep watching that man. It is true that blood is thicker than water. Although it was only a brother but the resemblance was not much different. I do know the Mas Fahmi family, but I don't know if Mas Fahmi's cousin is almost similar.
They invited us all to dinner. I who still seem silent is a concern for Ms. Asri. Tonight I asked Ms. Asri to sleep with me.
My intention of asking about the book was delayed. I went back and forth to the book, who knew there was a piece of writing behind it.
" What book is this really, why there is no name on the front cover." I thought
After being satisfied to look at the book, my drowsiness has greeted.
I threw my body aside from Asri's mother who had fallen asleep first.
I looked at the ceiling of my room, trying to see my meeting with Mas Fahmi's cousin. Slowly my eyes closed without being forced.
" Vey, you have to be happy without me" said Mas Fahmi in my dream.
NOTE: BEING HAPPY WITHOUT A LOVED ONE IS VERY DIFFICULT TO DO.
Sorry well if there are still many typos or there are words that are repeated.
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