The Love Traces of RAHWANA

Ravana 19.

“I want to go home.” Said Kuara in the middle of the noise of rain water.

I just nodded my head. Unable to face his sad face. His tears were covered by the rain that had soaked all over our bodies.

“Thanks for accompanying me tonight, Ra.”

“sama-sama.”

The situation is better. Even though I feel guilty and can't bear to see it soaked like this.

“Then I go home first. Greetings to mother. Say sorry 'cause I brought you up so late this night in a drenched state.”

In my heart, I was truly reluctant to end this seclusion. But it would seem strange if we would just stand in front of the house like this.

I got back on my motorcycle. Prepare to go home. I still have one more chance to meet with Kuara tomorrow.

“Awan!” I looked at Kuara.

“Why?”

“Thank you for this one year time. It's great to be friends with you.”

JLEB.

My heart is back in ruins. The voice said as if slapping me for a farewell that must happen.

I didn't even manage to let out my voice to just answer. Not wanting to feel sick for longer, I immediately drove my motorcycle towards the house.

“Yes my goodness, Mas. Why is it soaking wet?” Maiga was surprised to see me as we passed each other in front of her room.

I just kept quiet. I walked straight into my room. Then submerge yourself in the warm water flowing through the shower.

My body is still wrapped in full clothes. I pressed my hands against the wall, still letting the water run through my head. Hope the guyuran is able to muffle the pain of my heart due to the shadow of longing.

It was only after my fingers shriveled from being exposed to too much water that I came out of the bathroom. I changed my clothes and drowned myself in the blanket.

What a beautiful night. Last night I had a dream about Kuara. And it adds a pias in my heart.

All day, I chose to laze around at home. Spending time with my mom who is busy cooking things for me.

I gaped as the dining table was full of various side dishes cooked by Mama and Bi Sarni.

There is rendang, oxtail soup, vegetable lodeh, tofu and tempeh fry, sambal orek potato mixed liver chicken and pete. And the most seductive thing was, the smell of the durian compote that was billowing in the middle of the table. These are all my favorite foods.

“Satisfied this meal. There is no tempe. There is no durian like this. Especially pete.” Said Mama. His voice vibrates.

I sat down while Mama got me a bowl of durian compote. Then he took a seat next to me. And...

“Hiks, hicks. Huu. Hiks.” Yes, Mama is crying.

“Ma. Why crying? My mom can visit me once a month. Or as much as anything Mama wants.”

“Then so, still. Left away by Mama's only son. Mama is sad. Huhuhuhuhu.”

I pulled the tissue from the box and gave it to Mama.

Sruuuttt!

I shuddered as Mama cleaned her nose with my gift tissue.

“If there is time I will also go home occasionally. Cease crying. Tighten my heart, Ma.”

Moments later, she managed to stop her crying. It only sounds occasionally sobbing. While I immediately devoured that very delicious durian compote.

“Aden be careful yes, there. Hiks.”

I turned to Bi Sarni who was standing by the stove. She was crying. Gosh darn. What's with the woman in this house?

“What Auntie is crying too?” I cringed in wonder.

“Sad aunt, Den. See Mother sad.”

At half-five in the afternoon, I arrived at Yogyakarta International Airport and was escorted by my family. Mom, Dad, and Maiga.

I circulated my gaze to look for the figure of Kuara. He promised to come and take me away.

“Awan!”

I'm turning. I drew back my smile when I saw not Kuara, but Elya. The girl ran over to me.

“Why are you here?”

“I will also leave now with you.”

Hufh. I'm upset.

It was already six in the afternoon, and Kuara still had not shown herself.

“Nak, fast login.” Mama said after I said goodbye to Mama and Papa.

“A minute, Ma. I'm waiting for someone.”

“Mas. Huhuhuu.” Suddenly Maiga hugged me very tightly. Just makes me wonder. “Mas be careful there, yes. I'll keep Mas Awan's room as long as Mas Awan leaves. Hiks.”

Substantial. Durhaka's sister. He took a chance with my departure.

“You. If I hear you're causing trouble. I'll go straight home and pull your ear.” My threat.

“Ch.” Maiga snorted then released his embrace.

Time keeps going. And I still don't see any sign of Kuara's arrival. It makes my heart grow more angry.

“Woman! Come, log in.” Take Elya by pulling my hand.

“Wait a minute. You go first.” I pulled my hand from her until it slipped.

“Maybe he didn't come, Nak.” Whisper Mama.

My mother's words worried me more. I have to meet with Kuara before I fly overseas. Because I don't know when I'll see her again.

A moment of regret appeared in my heart. I regret not hugging him yesterday.

Ara, please. Come then.

I picked up my phone and dialed Kuara's number several times, but it wasn't connected. Really, I'm so frustrated.

“Call at the address for Mr. Abhimanyu Ravana. With flight number...... To immediately perform a check in..”

That was the third call I heard.

“Nak, hurry. You can miss the plane.” This time it was Papa who rubbed my back.

“But I'm still waiting for Kuara, Pa.”

“It looks like he didn't come.” Mama answered.

Heart hurts. Like being hit by dozens of sharp knives. The voice reneged on his promise. I really wish he would come. I want to hug her.

A feeling of disappointment has invaded my heart. Looks like, Kuara really didn't come. I dragged my feet to get into the airport.

“You why?” Elya asked as I was waiting in line to get on the plane.

I just keep quiet. My Fikrian is being filled with disappointment towards Kuara. I didn't expect him to betray his promise like this.

The plane has taken off. Fly into the darkness of night. Bring my disappointed heart for not being able to meet the adoration of my heart one last time before leaving.

I'm massaging my temples. Suddenly my head felt very dizzy. I quickly removed my seat belt and ran to the bathroom. There, I spit out all my stomach. Maybe I was too full to eat all of Mama's cooking this afternoon.

I sat in the closet and cleaned my mouth with a tissue. Rubbing my face rough. Gambang heart. Feels empty. It was as if something had been taken out of it.

Kuara, I don't know when I'll see her again.