SUPPOSE THAT...

THE STORY IS NOT PERFECT

Kyoto, Japan.

The silver Mercedes Benz S-class stopped suddenly when a group of people crossed the road.

"What's up ?" A 35-year-old man confirmed the location of his glasses when the Driver suddenly braked.

"It looks like there's a festival ahead, it's bustling, cars can't get through." The driver explained.

The man opened the car glass. Autumn winds blow, making momiji (maple) leaves that grow on the streets around Kyoto Imperial Palace fall.

"Jidai Matsuri." the man smiled as he looked at the festival pageantry from a distance. He covered the windshield and wore his old brown autumn coat. "I'll walk from here" he said.

"But you've just come from a long way. Is it no better.."

"I'm fine." The man cut the driver's words. "I haven't seen the Japanese Festival in a long time. The Jidai Matsuri is one of the three biggest festivals in Kyoto. I feel lucky to have come at the time when this Festival is going on." he smiled broadly.

"Well, if you say it like that." The driver said.

The glasses guy got out of the car immediately. The atmosphere is so lively with so many people who attend the Festival. He calmly walked to the edge, behind the crowd who were jostling to see the Parade which was first held in 1895 to commemorate the establishment of Heian Jingu Temple, it also commemorates the 1,100th anniversary of the founding of the capital city of Heian-kyo (Kyoto) which was once the capital of Japan before Tokyo.

The man stopped his steps as cheers sounded firmer. Apparently the motorcade of costumed groups from the Meiji Restoration era who were represented by the Yamagumi Empire army which was a sniper corps made visitors who as foreign tourists shout in awe by the clothes they wear.

Then followed the Edo period costume group, more behind the costumed group in the Azuchi-Momoyama era, the Yoahino era, the Kamakura era and the last costumed group from the Enryaku era. Also do not miss the convoy of festival participants who wear costumes of the Fujiwara clan nobles are amazingly magnificent.

The festival involves more than 2000 people in costumes from various eras in Japan. For this reason, this festival is also called Jidai Matsuri or Festival of the Age.

Enchanted and involved in the festivities of the festival, the man pulled out his cell phone and took pictures like other spectators.

Tired because of the Jakarta-Kyoto trip he took, and now he had to jostle on foot because the road was closed, no longer felt when he saw the euphoria of people seeing the Festival.

Even he who had just passed by, now even participated in the Parade from Kyoto Imperial Palace to Heian Jinguu Temple.

BUUGH !

"Sumimasen." The man immediately exclaimed as he accidentally bumped into a woman until the phone he was holding fell onto the asphalt.

The long-haired woman braided forward was shocked and was about to pick up her fallen phone. Along with that, the man also bowed with the same intention, too,

DUUK !

Their heads clashed and they groaned together while rubbing each other's heads.

"itaidesu ne.." the woman immediately took out her cracked phone while holding her aching head with a sour face.

The man was stunned. His eyes were drawn from behind the glasses he was wearing.

The woman was still nagging in Japanese when she saw her broken, unworkable phone. He was angry at the man standing in front of him. But like the man, he was silent as their eyes stared at each other.

"..Dave..?" he said he didn't believe.

The glasses guy smiled. Feelings of longing surround him. "How are you, Kirana ?" he tried to say as calmly as possible.

The situation around them is so crowded with drum beats and omikoshi on the pelvis. People are more enthusiastic in seeing and capturing the moment of the festival which is only once a year. But for Dave and Kirana, time stopped.

They sit on one of the benches in the Kyoto Imperial Palace Park area or Kyoto Gyoen National Garden.

The heat began to subside, the humidity had dropped and the air felt so dry. Even so, autumn in Japan is the most comfortable season to do activities. Like the Jidai Matsuri Festival and other Festivals, the average is held in autumn as it is today.

"How long haven't we seen each other ?" asked Dave who was sitting next to Kirana and had now taken off his coat.

The woman next to him pensively looked at the momiji tree with its yellow and red leaves. There did grow hundreds of large-sized momiji trees that are said to be tens or even hundreds of years old. Make the atmosphere around the garden reddish-yellow in autumn like this.

"..Almost eleven years, since I decided to settle in Tokyo." Kirana finally replied.

They return to silence while looking at the fallen momiji leaves and create their own beauty from the gradation of the color of the yellow-orange-red leaves.

"A, did you go to Kyoto to see Jidai Matsuri too ?" tanyanya.

"No, I'm going to kamari because there's work to do." Dave replied, looking at the woman in a pink salem dress beside him. "The road to the hotel where I was staying was closed because there was a Festival, and I was forced to walk." he chuckled, trying to melt the elegance between them.

"Ah, yes, you must be a busy man now." Kirana lowered her head while playing her fingers that were on her lap. "If I'm just unemployed." he joked. "I deliberately took a sikansen from Tokyo to Kyoto to see Jidai Matsuri." he raised his face and looked at Dave.

They were stunned again, when they looked at each other's faces, which now looked more mature at the age of three heads.

In the park is quieter, than outside full of festival crowds, although in the park there are also many visitors.

"..I'm so sorry about Jonathan's passing." Dave said slowly. "I'm sorry I just had a chance to say."

Kirana was surprised, but then she thinned her lips and tried to smile. "What's wrong. It's been over a year." he said.

"Jonathan's a good man." said Dave sincerely.

"Very good." Kirana said seriously.

"Yes." Yeah." Dave agrees.

They shut up again. Ten more years of not meeting makes either Dave or Kirana feel like a stranger. What else in addition to their strange past.

"Suddenly Jon no longer woke up." Kirana started to tell with a look of care. "I panicked because he wasn't breathing. I called the Doctor, and right, it's too late." he looked down. "Jon was sentenced to a heart attack for being too extreme with the routine of being an actor producer."

"We were planning a pregnancy program after my cyst was surgically removed." Kirana tried to be strong even though her tears were already on the crack. "For years she waited so I could get pregnant, and when I was declared healthy she just left." Kirana rubbed her tears that were about to melt.

Dave's face grew sad. He knew how friendly Kirana was with Jonathan after marriage. And he became one of the shocked people when news of his death appeared on television. The actor who died young and middle in his peak period must always be remembered by his fans and closest people.

"Why don't you go home ? Dad and I are worried about you.Wish you would go back home instead of living alone in Tokyo." Dave said carefully.

Kirana's face turned towards him. In a good look the man who now looks so mature with wide shoulders, a firm jaw, neatly combed hair and glasses that frame his face. "The only reason I don't come home is because of you, Dave.." he said to himself. "I don't want us to meet, I don't want to hurt Angela anymore with my presence."

Kirana. "I'll go home when I'm ready" he said.

Dave looked at her softly. Wanting her to hug Kirana's shoulders that looked increasingly fragile. But he couldn't.

A group of tourists with a guided tour guide walk behind Dave and Kirana. Their voices resembled bees when the tour guide explained the history of Kyoto Castle Park they were visiting.

Dave linked his fingers with elbows that were stacked on both thighs with a slightly bent position. "...Angela and I are divorced." said Dave to Kirana's surprise and look in her direction. "We divorced in the second year after marriage. One year after you and Jonathan lived in Tokyo." Dave turned his head towards Kirana who was looking at him with widened eyes. "I can't live with a woman who keeps hiding in her parents' armpits when there's trouble in her household." Dave explained.

"Da, Daddy or Mom never told you..?" Kirana doesn't believe.

Dave smile. "I forbid it" said Dave. "I want you to share it with Jonathan without thinking about anything" he continued.

Kirana's eyes brushed. The same reason why he wanted to join Jonathan is living in Tokyo, away from the parents he loved and still does not want to go home even though Jonathan has died and he is a kara in Tokyo because he is not close to the other Jonathan Family.

"I kept thinking about our breakup back then." Dave looked. "I blame myself. If I had never expressed my love for you, if I could have used my logic, if I could have been more assertive in my attitude, if I could have turned back the clock, then you wouldn't have had to suffer." Dave looked at. "But when I saw your happiness with Jonathan, my outlook began to change. I began to be able to make peace with the situation and well.maybe this is the best in line with the Almighty."

Kirana's tears are flowing. "The cave.." Kirana called out the names of the three men she always mentioned in prayer. Her father, husband and Dave. Unknowingly Kirana's hand moved to hold the man's hand, making Dave turn his head towards her.

The warm autumn wind again blows and drops the leaves of the momiji tree or Acer Palmatum. Dave's hand extended to the top of Kirana's head, and he took a red leaf that fell on his head.

Kirana was surprised and immediately took off her handrails. "I'm sorry, I am. Unknowingly I.." Kirana was biting her lower lip nervously.

Time can't make her heart calm every time she meets Dave. The Eid was still there, as if it had just happened yesterday, their naive and tearful love.

"..I don't want any more words, Kirana." Dave said after a split minute they just kept quiet.

Those bright brown eyes that he so longed for were trembling at him.

"Either by chance or chance, but I don't want to regret it anymore." Dave opened something from behind his collar.

Kirana is stunned when Dave shows her the necklace with the white gold ring pendulum that Kirana once gave her many years ago.

"I put it near my heart, as your substitute." Dave's teary eyes show the ring he always wears.

Kirana's tears are melting. He felt his chest, which also contained a couple ring from Dave's ring behind his shirt. "..Can you, Dave ?" kirana's face was filled with tears. "Can we be together now ?" said it. "Nobody got hurt ? No one's gonna get hurt because we're together ?" he asked with a voice trembling because it was mixed with tears.

"..Nothing, Kirana." Dave smiled with a flushed face holding back tears. Happy tears of course.

...🍁🍁🍁...

There are no magnificent decorations, just a row of simple benches covered in white cloth with a little rustic decoration. There was also no luxury gold embroidered kebaya like the one she used to wear or a wedding dress worth hundreds of millions that she should be able to afford.

Marisa's old face smiled after putting her white wedding kebaya on Kirana first. An outdated model, but so fitting in the body of his daughter who has become a mature woman.

Kirana's face was not as young as it used to be, fine lines had already started to appear under the eyes. But that smile was bright, it painted happiness.

Our story is not perfect. Our path is steep and winding. But God is All-Good, He hears our prayers.

Only a simple marriage was held behind the house of the Marthadinata Family, and in the presence of close relatives, no more than fifteen people.

Dave was wearing a suit like the one he used to work every day. There was nothing special, except that his bunga heart looked at his white bride walking towards him.

There was no music, just the breeze of the morning in the shade with the white clouds covering the sun.

The ring that used to be only worn as a pendulum necklace, is now attached to each ring finger. A pair of rings passed down from Grandpa, then to his father for his mother and now he wears himself and Dave. Hopefully, their love will be as beautiful as the previous ring owner.

The faces of loved ones who look to the bride and groom who still do not believe that they are married. As if it were dissolved in the sanctity of a blue marriage.

"No more words if, Dave" Kirana looked at Dave who was getting more dashing as he matured.

"There's not." Dave smilingly looked at Kirana who looked amazingly beautiful even though the makeup on her face was not a professional hand, but her own Mother.

In the hand of the woman who had been legally his wife to meet the family who had been waiting.

Our story is not perfect, but our love is perfect.

SUPPOSE THAT..

Semarang, May 6, 2021

E N D I N G

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Goodbye to those who love their eyes. For those who love heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation.

- Jalaludin Rumi