The Journey of Love Hara
The Comforter
Morning came, and Hara was still curled up on her soft and comfortable mattress. Slowly, open his eyes that felt heavy. His eyes were sorely exposed to the sunlight that freely entered his room.
He sat cross-legged on his bed, daydreaming, thinking about last night's events. Between reality and dreams, which is true?
‘Actually last night's event was real or just a dream? If it's real, why does it feel like a dream? If the dream (to look in the mirror) why are my eyes this big?’
Without realizing it, her tears flowed back down her cheeks, her gaze becoming empty.
‘Somehow, do I have to believe the dream to be a bitter reality, or that the incident is indeed a reality that I myself wish that it was just a dream’
Hara grabbed her HP which was on the side side of her bed. Unlike usual, seeing no message that appeared, somehow Hara became increasingly convinced that last night was not a dream.
Hara got up from her bed, walked to her balcony, stared fixedly at Regis' house, and again, her tears came out.
“Ra...” Virginia's soft voice woke her from her daydream, wiped her tears and turned her body upside down while smiling as if nothing had happened.
“Kakkak an. Wake up?” hearing the question came out from the little lips of the little sister, as if something was slowly slashing down on Virginia. Virginia simply replied with a smile.
“Udah dong. What'd you? Tumben clock is here?”
Hearing the brother's question, Hara could only exhale her increasingly heavy breath. The eyes are no longer able to hold the clear details that seem to wriggle, asking out of his eyelids. And, Hara finally cried again, opening her chest in the arms of her brother.
Without realizing it, while hugging her sister, Virginia's tears slowly began to come out, but she herself tried to hide it from her sister.
‘I'm sorry big brother, who can only be quiet without helping you last night, Ra. Sorry brother. Either way, brother will find a way so that the matchmaking is canceled’ he said in his heart.
“Kak...” call Hara in a sad voice.
“Ya, Ra?”
“Hara apologize for last night's incident.” It feels like there is lightning striking in broad daylight, the apology of the sister more makes Virginia's heart more slashed.
“Make what, Ra? You're not wrong, so don't apologize to your sister, or to anyone. Understand?”
“But because of Hara, the supposed happy dinner show is ruined, kak”
“Ngak. Not because of you. But because of that absurd matchmaking, Ra. Brother please, don't apologize to brother, or to anyone. Because you are not wrong” said the brother who tried to calm the heart of the sister.
“That's impossible, brother. You know, if you have said ‘A’, then it will also remain ‘A’” said Hara who did not want to expect too much with a soothing speech from her brother.
“Ngak, Ra. You can't, you have to keep trying. So brother please, you do not get too bad first, yes. We find a way out together” at least, the words of the brother are able to calm his heart for this sata.
I don't know who Hara can tell me about this. Even Regis, Hara is not sure Regis can help her out of this.
The weekend he thought would be a fun weekend, in fact, the weekend at the age of 21, became a painful weekend all his life.
...---...
This morning, as usual, Hara was ready to go to her campus. Seen in the dining room, there was already his mama, papa, and brother waiting for him for breakfast.
“Ra, let's eat first” said the mother.
“Ngga. Rara is not hungry. Rara left first, ma, pa, brother” he said as he stepped slowly leaving the room filled with bitter memories.
“It has been 2 days Rara so quiet” said the mother who tried to hold back her tears saw her youngest daughter look very changed. Virginia could only remain silent without a word.
“Leave it. He will recover as usual. All this time we pamper him too much, until he forgets his true identity” said the papa who began to be upset with the change in attitude Hara. Not understanding the response of the father, Virginia tried hard to digest the words of his father.
“What do you mean? Forgot her identity? Hara?” Virginia tried to get an answer from the words of her father.
“Ah.. Alright. Ma, Pa, Nia work first, ya” part.
“Iya. Be careful on Jalan” said the mother, but her father remained silent without a word.
“Papa can not si, do not need to reveal it again?” rollo said to her husband. Feeling upset, she left the dining room, leaving her husband alone.
...---...
...The Hara campus...
Hara was sitting alone on the roof of the campus building, where she used to spend her breaks with Regis and Syera. From the top of the building, clearly visible people who are passing by, both on the campus yard, and on the road in front of the campus.
Enjoying the gusts of wind that felt increasingly stronger, making him smile for himself while listening to a Kpop song called Hug Me.
Faintly heard the sound of melodious guitar passages from behind. Very close to the voice, until the longer, the more clearly heard. The voice of the excerpt from the song that feels very familiar in his ears, following the tone of the song he is listening to. Without turning away, Hara was subdued, turning off the song she was playing and focusing her hearing on the guitar passages accompanied by the melodious voice of a man playing the song she was listening to.
Without realizing it, along with the flow of the passage, his tears fell again, making his chest more tight. His lips also sang some of the lyrics of the song.
...‘geunyang nal anajweo nareul jom anajweo...
...amu malgoseo naege dallyeowajweo...
...Werobgo mounhagiman han mameuro...
...Neol gidarigo issjanha...
...Neoreul sarathae and neoreul saranghae...
...gin chimmok sokeseo sori nae wechilge...
...eoriseokgo nayakhagiman han nae maeumeuleul’...
Realizing that someone else was singing the song, the man who had been busy playing his guitar turned his back, staring at the woman who was singing while crying sobbing. The man could only accompany Hara without saying a word, while continuing to strum her guitar to accompany Hara's singing.
Whether anyone is the man, he unwittingly helps Hara release her tightness and fatigue over a problem that does not know how to solve it.
...11.30...
Unwittingly, time quickly passed, until Hara missed her class this morning. Now only a heavy breath with a stuffing that is no longer able to shed tears. Faint, visible hand that gives a handkerchief to wipe his tears.
“Finally I can see the face of lo, who from earlier was busy nangis” said the man while giving a handkerchief to Hara.
“Lo who?” ask her a little confused.
“Huft (sighs). I am a person who since 2 hours ago playedin me because there is a girl who is crying on the roof alone” he said staring fixedly at Hara.
“Ah, it turns out that lo... What? 2 hours?” tanyanya did not believe that was only reciprocated with a nod of the head from the man.
“Gue does not know what the problem is, and I also do not want to be a person who is pretentious to care for people who have just been found. But I just want to tell you. Whatever your problem, do not let you sacrifice yourself, until you cry many times. This time, your eyes were dumbfounded, what else? And it just so happens that my finger also hurts a lot because of the guitar playing. So, mending lo stop crying now.” The man immediately left Hara, leaving behind sunglasses to cover Hara's eyes.
"Eh, wait. Makas.. "had not had time to say the word, the man had disappeared from his sight.
...‘Whoever you are, thank you very much for your entertainment’...
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