THAT BAR-BAR GIRL IS MY WIFE
Luka
I chose love wrongly. I misinterpreted the taste.
I thought I was what you called happiness, but I was just a pebble blocking your way.
In the past, every minute, almost every second. You're always chanting love notes, but it turns out everything is just pseudo.
You asked me to fight, but in fact you left me in battle.
What should I call us first?
You've brushed aside all my distance and doubts with all your promises. However, you are also the one who created the distance that I can not express anymore.
Do you think this wound will heal, just because you came back?
~Clara~
🌹🌹🌹
"Well, now who's the pervert?" chibir Ghibran on Rosa.
Rosa, hastily release her embrace from the Ghibran. The shame!
"Here, don't be smart! It was only because of lightning" Rosa said.
"Basic coward,"
"Who is a coward? I was just shocked, you know!" kill Rosa.
He had just finished his words. Suddenly there was another thunderous sound, and made him re-embrace the body of the Ghibran, even this time his embrace tighter.
Rosa does suffer from the disease 'bronthophobia', or more often we know by the term phobia against lightning.
Now that his body had been flooded with cold sweat, his breathing was thundering, and his heartbeat was beating rhythmically. It's like a drum to war!
"Ja-ja-ja-ja don't move, Ghibran," said Rosa stammered with fear.
"Gw wants to turn on the lights first, after all who told you to turn on the lights," cynical Ghibran.
"Bran, I'm afraid. Don't move napa," said Rosa.
"Basic! Bar-bar behavior, but the original is overblown!" kelakar Ghibran's.
"Ghibran!!!" scream Rosa.
* * *
Unlike the Ghibran and Rosa who were fighting in the midst of the loudness of lightning, and the swift rain. Clara was just indifferent to all that.
Her tears fell immeasurably. His heart was broken, the wounds he had always tried to heal, now gaped back.
He continued to sob in the darkness, recalling all the memories that almost killed him slowly.
There is hate, resentment, anger, and disappointment. However, the love he thought was lost with all those memories, apparently still there. That love still rests in his heart.
The departure of Yhosi, a few years ago has left a wound. The wounds were so deep and bloodless.
Clara's memory again centers on the events at her best friend's wedding.
An event that he feared the most, and also an event that he never expected again.
He again met the man who had made his world fall apart, and also his heart was broken into pieces to formless again.
"Au .. sorry," he said when he accidentally hit someone.
The eyes of the two meet. Both Clara and Yhosi looked surprised.
Clara petrified, all her past memories returning to fill her mind.
As soon as his eyes blurred, his body limp, his heart thumped, his breath thundered, even his lips were muffled, unable to speak any more.
Clara's body was blown away, her face flushed red. He squeezed the end of his kebaya shirt.
How could this man be present, after making his life fall apart?
How could he be present, having brought half the heart and half the sane of this innocent woman?
"Ara," said Yhosi, in disbelief.
The woman he's been looking for is Rosa's best friend.
"Ra, where have you been? I saw you in the village, but the people there said that you've moved to the City." Yhosi wanted to hold the woman's hand in front of him, but swiftly Clara brushed off her hand.
Clara, don't answer Yhosi's questions. He ran away from Yhosi, in the middle of the crowd of invited guests.
"Ra, wait! Sorry-in me, Ra." Yhosi tries to chase after Clara, who leaves her.
He no longer cared about the circumstances around.
Clara Trus ran and ignored the call, Yhosi.
"Why Yhos? Why did you come back, when with great difficulty I managed to forget you." Clara's tears, they're flowing more and more.
"Why did you come when I was happy with my life?"
"Why did you come and reopen the wounds you used to give?"
Clara drowned alone. There was no more light that he saw. There was no peace he felt. There's just dark and claustrophobic. Her tears wanted to come out.
