The Girl At The Club That Night

Anastasya Statue

FOLLOW, RIGHT? DON'T FORGET LIKE!!!

I don't know which coast I've been walking on, but there's not the slightest shadow or bird news about the girl. It was all like a breeze passing by.

It never occurred to me that the warmth would end with the bitterness I now felt. Think, how could he go after what we went through together? Caca, why?

Until this leg came to a halt right on the beach where we were passing the warmth together. Not forgetting one bit, how did he smile, how to willingly give it his all, did this not hurt too much?

Actually if you want, maybe I'll have no responsibility after disfiguring a little girl, whatever she knows how later. However, it was difficult, because this heart was so sick to remember.

Abandoned, after feeling how the iceberg melts that has been covering my heart. No one can get rid of that lump, other than him. Wh why? Why does it have to be like this?

"Reco ..! ANASTASIA ...!"

No matter even though the visitors were disturbed by the screams I let out every afternoon for a few days. Yeah, whatever, even if they have to die silly because of their irritation, I don't care!

Days pass by with shadows of enjoyment that are mere memory. Laksmi always looked at meekly when I arrived at the yard of Wa Made house in a tangled state of unkempt.

"Laksmi can't see Bli continue like this, Bli must love himself, Laksmi sad. Ajung no, Bli like this, is Laksmi's presence a disaster for you two?"

The girl ran while sniffling towards her room. Until I feel that this self has been evil to him. Since the beginning, he has promised to remove sadness from the girl's face. But what is this? A few weeks passed, I cut my wounds several times, to some people I love.

Yes, I also love the beautiful haired girl, but only dear, not as deep as the taste stored for Anastasya.

Maybe it's time for me to be literate and not expect the unwanted. Anastasya, maybe we're not a match. Looks like you should have forgotten you.

"No" I finally answered. "You're not the source of the disaster, but I caused your father to die. I'm sorry, Laksmi." I clenched both hands in front of him.

"Bli, Laksmi doesn't want more, Laksmi just wants to see Bli smile again as usual. Bli's been like this for weeks, Laksmi's feeling guilty about Caca's departure, maybe she's jealous."

I wiped away the tears and smiled at him. "He chose to leave, now I will always smile before you. I'm sorry, yeah."

Laksmi, who had locked herself in her room, finally came out, hunted down my embrace and re-sobbed.

"Now, don't you cry too?" Wiping the clear circles that wet both cheeks.

...

Slowly, I try to accept the situation and organize my heart to be more able to classify everything, including Wa Made and Caca. Learn to sculpt to make some orders of wood carving that has begun to enslave buyers. Many, lately it is often a lot of visitors who come to our residence.

It is no longer thought to look for the real Wa Made killer, because Laksmi himself has been classified and prefers not to pressure the police to immediately catch the criminal.

"What use? If the criminal is caught, will Ajung live again? Let the Hyang Widi punish their deeds." That's what he always said when we were together.

"Bli, there's another order, this one he said send directly to Jakarta."

Someone said as he approached.

Jakarta, I don't know how many months I've forgotten the big city. The place where I first met a teenage girl, which was quite energy draining the last few months.

"What's the name?" ask me.

"Hadi Yanwar."

I was stunned to hear that name. It was as if this heart had been smashed by something hard to plunge into the bottom of the heart. That name? My own name is Alvin Yanwar. Why is this guy's name the same?

Nyokap once said that the name of the deceased bokap is Hadi Yanwar. Is this the same guy? Ah, it feels impossible because it's obvious bokap died when I was still in the womb.

Maybe just the same name. Maybe because I miss Dad. But .... haven't heard that name in a long time.

"What's the order?"

"The statue of a woman, here's the sketch."

The man gave a sketch of the statue in a sheet of paper. His face is not foreign, just not so clear because it is not a complete photo. It looks a bit like Caca, but it's not possible either. Maybe only the lines are the same.

"Let me do it, Bli."

"Alright," he said as he passed after saying goodbye.

Laksmi approached with a plate of snacks along with warm tea on the tray. He sat on the side bench, then watched the lines I carved with adhesiveness. A statue of a woman.

She was a girl wrapped in bedding, trying to defend her cloth from the wind that wanted to pull her up in spite of everything.

Anastasya, want me to engrave that name on the pole of his body, but back glancing if beside there is another woman whose heart may be hurt. Indeed it's time for me to throw it all away, open my heart to another, maybe, if only I could.

"Whose body is this?" asked Laksmi while glancing gently.

"A girl, who's defending her marwah."

He smiled and nodded. "It's over soon, right? Can Laksmi take photos and share them on social media?"

"certain."

Stay finish. Remnants of wood dust that is still attached to it I sweep using a brush that is already available. Blow a few times, to blink Laksmi's eyes glittering.

"Eh, sorry." I immediately grabbed Laksmi's face, framed her and blew her eyes a few times.

He whispered for a moment, then blinked quickly.

"Is it better?"

Laksmi nodded and smiled.

"This girl seems beautiful" Laksmi said again.

"Yes, all the girls are pretty too. Including you."

Laksmi blushed, her face flushed red, probably out of embarrassment.

"Emm, Bli. What can I do, Laksmi call Brother?"

A moment the hand that was still sweeping the carving stopped. I looked up, hesitating to say so too. Because after all, the call was always softly uttered from Caca's mouth.

"Eh, otherwise it's okay, Laksmi's not angry."

"You can call me brother. Why not?"

"Thank you, Bli. Uh, Brother." He was clumsy and almost hugged my body. Maybe embarrassed.

I myself deliberately pulled his body to embrace. Imagine if this was Caca's body, Anastasya's scent. I don't even know how long Laksmi has been using this scent. In fact, now his appearance is no longer like before, he himself presents the figure of Caca by wearing a dress like the girl often wears.

I don't know, Laksmi initially preferred to wear knit skirts and sweaters. After my downturn at that time, Laksmi seemed to change himself, changing into another figure.

"Da, it's Laksmi."

The girl reminded as she subconsciously softly called out to Anastasya.

"Sorry, Laksmi."

"It's okay, Laksmi understands." He smiled and nodded with a sigh.

Oh .... that name .. Why is it so hard to vanish from my memory? The more he tried to forget it, the deeper he tortured.

"Lakshmi!" call me.

The girl looked, she smiled.

"Emh, I .. there's a ring. Who knows enough for you." While opening the wooden ring that coiled on my ring finger.

"This is for Laksmi? But greatness." Yes, the ring is more suitable for use on the middle finger. "When I have the money, we'll buy the real ring."

The girl's face twinkled, her two eyes radiating happiness. Maybe it's time for me to share my happiness with others. Perhaps, this will at least make me forget Anastasya.

"Bli, Mr. Hadi Yanwar said the order fox. Want the statue that was just posted with Mbok Laksmi."

"That sculptor?"

"Yes, he said he wanted to come here."

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