STORIETTE
The Tragedy of Suicide
The Tragedy of Suicide
Under the dim sky, when dusk was about to rise, a man desperately stood on the short fence of the bridge, standing on his feet on a nearly rusty iron plate. Her clothes were shabby and damp, her eyes were clenched, her skin was pale. His mouth is fizzing, but not so clear. Both of his hands were stretched out in a straight line. From his gurgling, as soon as seen the bitterness of life that he experienced.
It seemed that the young man was beginning to give up, desperate and not strong to live any longer. He made a slight movement, about to jump into a small, boisterous valley low by the trees. Yet the apparent look on his face still implied a hint of doubt.
Suddenly a girl appeared in silence, slowly the jet-black and long-haired girl approached the young man who was about to end his life, until they were about a meter away.
“What are you doing in this place?” the girl began to take words out of her mouth, causing her to gasp in shock.
“Who are you?” he asked back.
“What do you want to do in this place?” The girl reaffirmed her question, looking that the girl's face was paler than before.
“Not your business,” he said trembling.
“I know it's none of my business, but I'm just trying. Whatever your problem, don't do that stupid thing. This is not a good way for you,” said the girl with her face expression that remained flat.
“I don't care what you want to say, but please stay away from me, let me get away from this world, let me leave behind this unfolding and endless cruelty of life.” The young man was in an uproar and began to shed tears.
“You think the world after you die, would be better what?” The girl asked half-screaming, “and you think God loves what you do, heh?”
“It is precisely with me dead that I can meet God and explain that I am innocent, and God will put me in a more worthy, more beautiful place than this world that is so gripping.” The young man was still crying, even more profusely than the one before.
The girl's eyes glared at him, “It's ironic that you said, God never promises what you said before.” The girl grew angry with him.
“Enough!” the young man began to bleed at the girl because it had hindered his intentions, “I don't know who you are, you don't know who I am. You have no right to forbid me. Just so you know yes…! I was nothing more than a persecuted man.”
“I don't deny you, I just remind you, as long as you know also yes! If you die in your own hands, you will suffer more, more than what you feel now,” said the girl with slightly wheezing breath.
“Tau what are you about the world after death, heh?” he asked while stopping the tears that were shed. But the girl was silent, silent a thousand languages at the question.
Then when the young man took a swing to start the action, the girl screamed hysterically. It was as if he did not want the young man to take his life.
“Do not do that…! It is not I who forbid you, because God forbid that. Suicide is a despicable act, God will hate the desperate, you will be very sorry.” This time it was the girl who started crying.
He looked at the girl who was starting to fall down, kneel down, and sob. For a moment, the young man was silent and astonished. Then whatever was on his mind, the young man began to enclose his intentions, slowly stepping on a more broken iron plate, and before long the young man came down from the fence perfectly, but again the young man just kept silent, and looked at the stiff girl.
With a dull feeling, the young man slowly approached the girl who was still sobbing and the face was covered by her long hair.
“Who are you?” the young man asked softly, “why do you care so much about me…? Why are you crying..?” But a few seconds later, the girl remained unmoved.
Because he was curious, finally his hand was moved, about to touch the girl's pale body. He was very sorry and wanted to thank me. But when the young man tried to hold the girl's shoulder, he only felt the cold, he just guessed the wind, could not reach the girl's body and soon the body began to fade, and it faded away, and the sobs disappeared, leaving a question. The young man was astonished, because now on the bridge there was no one but him.
Then, the horizon grew darker, accompanied by a creepy owl song.
—
The atmosphere on the old bridge was still as usual, silent, quiet, dark and gripping. From the east, sunlight is covered by trees. Every now and then the birds pass by a little reluctantly.
Suddenly there was a scream of a girl the longer the sound became clearer, making the silence break instantly. Then the boy emerged from the thinning mist, ruffling his hair, screaming increasingly.
The boy was about to do the same thing as a young man did the other day. Without thinking long and long-winded the girl directly climbed the guardrail with agility. Then he quickly threw out his body.
But failed, the child was stuck hanging on the edge of the bridge, the girl's hand was caught something, by the hand of a creature, which was none other than the girl the other day, the girl, a mysterious girl who thwarts the bad intentions of a young man. The girl came back full of mystery.
“Let go of my hand...” shouted the girl, “least ..”
“You can not die Dik, let's go up..” he began to persuade the child to quickly go up.
“I do not want to live, I want to die, release my hand.” The boy lunged and even beat his hand, so that the child quickly slid off and picked up his death.
“I beg Dik, go up!, you can't do that!” he persuaded without fatigue.
“Take me off, let me go..” The boy began to shout, but his pale hand grew tighter and tighter, to the extent that the veins in his hand arose, like a root of fibers. Then with all his might the girl raised the child's body which was increasingly thrashing.
And for some reason the girl was saved and the two just stared, the girl looked at her deeply.
“Why did you do that..?” He nodded at the crying girl.
“As far as I want to say,” the boy snapped back while still as much as he pleased, “why are you blocking me?”
“I am no longer strong, free I live longer. My disease is getting chronic, I never found the tip, never healed but hard to die.” The daughter was sedikt poured out her heart, with increasingly heavy lamentations.
“I understand, pray and be patient, not commit suicide as you were willing to do. God will not give trials beyond the limits of His servant's ability. Don't you do that again yeah ..!”
The boy was silent for a long time until he finally got up, ran. As the boy went away, the girl began to fade and vanish, fusing with the breeze. The silence began to ambush again.
The mysterious girl saved lives.
—
The bridge is often called the Kawung Bridge, because there are many enau trees. It is a link between Sekar Alit Village and Cibarihol village, which is used by residents to carry out daily activities. But since the big fire in Sekar Alit Village, almost all the residents were killed and no one else wanted to stop at that place. Eventually the bridge began to be neglected.
Kawung Bridge is located not far from the small hospital used by residents of Cibarihol Village. That's why there are often people, also hospital patients, who try to commit suicide, despair because of the disease.
The atmosphere at Kawung Bridge is always quiet because the air anker always stings. On that morning, the atmosphere was still covered in dew. There is not the slightest sign of people giving up (thankfully). Suddenly a creature appeared, out of nowhere. Then drifting low without a foothold, the longer the face of the figure the clearer it looked, yes, she was the girl the other day.
His eyes stared at the void, his white lips almost fused with the skin color of his deathly pale face. The girl is beautiful, but creepy, but she is a patriot. It has saved two lives that were about to commit suicide, maybe even more.
He stopped in the middle of the bridge and stopped at the edge of the guardrail, still without a foothold. My heart is eager to recognize him. And I walked up to him from behind. Because I was wracked with such deep curiosity in him.
“You are here..?” He realized my presence, but without looking, when I came barely making a sound.
“I'm not for suicide..” I said.
“I know that, your aura is different, who are you?”
“I Ardi, then what's your name?” I'm trying to keep her soft, 'cause I think she's a sensitive creature.
“That's not important to you.” He still responds to me arrogantly, petty as hell he won't tell me his name.
“I just want to be your friend Miss.”
“My name is not Miss.” Half yelling, then finally he turned towards me, I saw his face covered in wounds.
“Sorry I didn't mean..”
“Already, I am indeed an unlucky creature, I regret it.” the nameless girl screamed then jumped down. Reach me holding his hand. However, his hands as well as his body were empty, starting to fade and vanish.
—
I smell the carcass, the smell of rotting blood, yes. Suddenly I saw some people rushing up from the low ravine under the bridge, they were carrying a stiff corpse covered in blood that had been frozen, visible in some parts of his body popping maggots. And it made my nose unfriendly to the air, because the stench was getting worse.
I saw her face was destroyed once, but I was still able to recognize her, yes.she was that nameless girl, I looked at her trembling.
“I killed myself, I did it because I felt I didn't deserve to live anymore, my life has been too broken since my parents divorced and I have lupus for years, but I regret it now.” came the voice of someone right behind me who was none other than the mystery girl.
“What..?” I was amazed to hear his words, I saw he was just a shadow that was almost pseudo, his gaze still looks empty.
“I don't want others to feel the same way as me,” he shed tears that are also just a pseudo-shadow.
“I hope God forgives you.” I tried to encourage her, I couldn't bear to see her cry.
“Ngak...no more sorry for me. God will forgive me if I am alive. But now it's too late.” I feel his crying is getting louder.
“I will keep praying for you so that God can forgive you.”
He smiled wryly. As usual he began to fade, fading until it finally fused with the air.
—
Kawung Bridge, you seem to be a complaint, an outpouring of hearts, a psychiatrist. As if you were the path to God.
I could feel what the girl was feeling. How sorry he is.
Now that the Kawung bridge is still deserted, and it will be history for the future, I hope you don't suck more victims. I'm sorry that I can't do anything for you, I'm really going to miss you.
It may be time, it's time for me to leave. I felt my body start to fade. I'm not going to kill myself, because for what…? Now I'm just a shadow like that girl. But I left my body with the tragic fire of Sekar Alit Village.
Not a Victim of Suicide Tragedy.
