The Last Cliff's
Chapter 20's
"GERMANY !" erang the man while stomping, expending all his remaining energy to forcefully pull the body of the poor woman.
"Boooo ..." ledek the wind who started inviting her flock. The man heard it, but he didn't care. His attempt to forcefully pull the woman's body failed, the blood that smeared the woman's skin became her inhibitor, making her arms and hands lose grip, too slippery.
Meanwhile, the melt of the cable skin began to pour fire, it only took a shot of gasoline vapor to destroy everything.
The man ducked for a moment, the smell of gasoline, measured the level of the height of gasoline vapor that felt rose too fast. Feeling like he didn't have enough time, the man tried his luck by standing up straight and yelling: "Please help me !" to crowd.
Once again, he had to be disappointed, although he had seen some of the heads had been nongol from behind the walls and stray squabbles but eventually they went back into hiding, choosing to worship more self-safety than their human nature. Only Ari moves fast, the little one tries to get up and then lunges through the perdu.
"Where are you going, boy ?" the voice of the perlente man sitting next to his mother Ari snapped, his rough hands pounding the collar of Ari's shirt, making little Ari stop jumping.
"Om it needs help !" suluh Ari who began to resign while harboring a sense of more than annoyed.
"Stay here ! If you go there, you can die." grumbled the perlente man with bulging eyes. Making Ari more cornered, especially after the fingers of his mother began to pick up her earlobes.
"Bhoooooooooo ..." The wind was getting longer and more irritating, "Why not ask your Lord for help, hmmm ?"
"E u r e k a.." lamented the man when he looked down, looking at his pants and shoes which also began to splatter blood. The return of the T-shirt, that time no longer colored tosca, has changed the blackish brown due to the blood drying, the whole hand, arm, until the body to dry without sweat or splashes of blood.
With the look of his violent eyes, and a lump of muscle all over his joints, the man sat back by the side of the door. Slowly grabbed the fainted woman's body, then looped her arms to her back to her chest, then once again she snorted, pulling and then exhaling violently like he knew that it was his last chance to save the life of a woman he did not know.
Gasoline vapor is felt to be higher, it only takes an inch to arrive at the spark due to short circuit, which means 2 lives will be lost.
That time the man closed his eyes, choosing to calm down for a moment, letting his thoughts go back to his past, a time when he had felt very strengthened by someone he loved.
"Hey ... Your love is the origin of my power, so help me dear, when nobody doesn't !" whispered his lips, then ....
"HANI ...!" He shouted while exerting all his strength.
All eyes wide with mouth open when seeing the body of a nearly naked woman slumped out of the car window and then fell on the man until strayed and then rolled as if struggling. Some are grateful, but many are still agitated. They were only able to pray as if their prayer would kill the sparks in the box of the car fuse.
Like showing off his martial arts, the man displayed the technique of lifting someone's body in a state of stupor. He grabbed the woman's thigh, then placed it on his left shoulder, then made a roll towards the front. And by the time the man returned to the sitting position, the half-naked body of the woman had been on his shoulders. Just need to hit the shoulder resting on his right knee, the man was able to stand upright while carrying the unconscious figure of the ill-fated woman.
"WAAAW !" Shouted little Ari full of joy. The young man above him only smiled hearing the admiration of the boy.
For a moment the man stood up, as if he were confused.
"If you have to run to safety, then there won't be enough time for me." whispered in the man's heart.
"Hmmm ... What a great day !" he lamented again, still in his heart, when his eyes saw how dirty his big trench beside him, full of the garbage of the civilization of Surabaya, black, slovenly, and smelly. But there's no choice but to jump into that trench.
Trained his steps, the burden of the fainting woman's body disturbed the joints of her knees and heels, plus the slippery of the road due to the spillage of gasoline and car oil. But the man still forced to step even though several times had slipped and almost strayed.
Until finally he managed to stand upright on the pavement, snorting for a moment. But his eyes immediately focused on a mole attached to the little tip of the woman. A mole she is very familiar with.
"Mahaha ... Yes ! Do you doubt who the woman on your shoulder is ? Then look at the pendant on her necklace !" shout wind clusters at acacia shoots.
The man, according to him, took the pendant hanging from the neck of the ill-fated woman who began to interfere with his way of thinking.
Like being struck by lightning, his heart bursted unruffled, his entire joints were torn apart, and his muscles were helpless, rumbling and seething in a violent sigh of regret. The man sat down and laid down the woman in his arms. While his palm tightly grasped the blood-mixed pendant, a golden pendant inscribed with Vinnie & Hani was framed in the shape of a heart.
Only the man and lover in his past had such a pendant, because they did make him a twin. A reminder that they were once happy with each other.
And at that moment, the man had just realized, that the woman was covered in blood and was rolling in his arms was his lover who he had been looking for for the last 15 years. That fact reinforced his belief that destiny was God's way of playing with his life, written according to His will while closing his eyes.
"Why are you silent, young man ? Regretting won't make you forgiven !" back wind mocking of acacia twigs.
"Then put this gasoline vapor into the fire ! In order to destroy the trail of a holy love, that all mankind may note that the love of God is not as glorious as my love for my girl ! That's if you can do it !" challenge the man as his hands begin to wipe the water on his cheeks, whether water from sweat or tears.
"Oh no ! You don't recognize me ? I am not the wind of life, I am the wind sent by the peak of Rinjani. Be the witness whether you can face the fate you wrote yourself." Reply to the wind.
"I never took God's pen !"
"Then why are you forcing your will to meet him ?"
"Because I miss him ! I love her ! Is that wrong ? If love is a mistake, then human dignity is humbled as low as an animal ! We were born out of a passionate love in the hearts of our parents. And only animals born of lust."
Hearing the answer that came out of the man's heart, the wind was as embarrassed, silent at the acacia shoots before slowly disappearing.
"Tell Rinjani ! If this is all he can afford ... He will forever be the mountain of the disbelievers !" the man's message before the wind actually leaves.
"And you, Wind bod*h ! Don't just be able to shake your waist in the distance. Come here, bring oxygen in your pocket." cried the man defiantly at the wind that still refused to descend from the rooftop of the blue apartment.
"You're challenging me ?" answer that wind.
"Let's see ! Are you able to carry the trust of your Lord ... Kill me and my love ?"
"Then feel this !"
The wind cluster that had just been a witness, then changed emotions, throwing millions of metric tons of oxygen towards the sparks of the short circuit, but ....
"DANISHAAA !" Shouted the man, he managed to plunge into the trench while hugging his true lover just a split second faster than: "BOOOMB !" the violent sound of an explosion that threw the carcass was as high as acacia. Leave the smoke that covers the view.
The sound of an explosion that shook the glass, even partially split.
Gripping, slicing the hearts of the crowd with regret, if only they wanted to help, maybe the fate of the man would not be as tragic as that.
"For God's sake ! It won't die because good people won't be turned off easily !" exclaiming Ari Polos.
"Toss !"
The call of the young man was greeted happily, for the second time, the little Ari clashed his palms with people who were as optimistic as him.
"Who was that Om's name ?" continued Ari. He was sure that the rescue man did not die from the blast although he did not know for sure because his eyes were blocked by the black soot.
"Arvine Dowson ! My best friend, also Ari's best friend ... Okay ?" obviously the papuan youth.
"Okay !" ari replied, "Mama, dreadin ! Ari does not want to have Papa Om Alex, Ari wants to have papa om Arvine Dowson. You guys have to break up !" ari continued on his mother.
