The Love Traces of RAHWANA

Ravana 20's.

I haven't been able to contact Kuara for a week. So I decided to ask Mas Mahli. I asked for his help to investigate the state of Kuara. Mas Mahli's wife was a cousin of Kuara. He must know something.

If I obey my ego, I am angry with Kuara because she did not come to the airport. But then again, I don't want to speculate on my own. The voice couldn't possibly not have come if he could. My feeling is that something happened to Kuara that night.

‘The voice had an accident that afternoon. His car hit the pavement on the road to the airport.’

Mas Mahli's message made my body immediately lose energy. I who just got out of the classroom immediately collapsed and almost fell down.

“Are you okay?” Luckily Ben caught me.

Benjamin, he was my first friend at this college.

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

I'm trying to re-gather my energy. Forcing them to gather on my legs so I can support my body back up.

My heart was beating again when I looked at the new Kuara mobile number sent by Mas Mahli. I immediately called the number.

It felt like something was pressing against my chest while waiting for the ringtone to end. Twice the call, but Kuara didn't pick up my phone. And my heart is back.

‘What is he severe?’ I replied to Mas Mahli's message.

‘I don't know the details either. My wife said the wound was pretty bad.’

Immediately a feeling of regret invaded my chest. I grieved myself for hating him because he did not come. Jesus, if I had the science to disappear, I would have disappeared to meet Kuara right now.

Imagining Kuara lying in the hospital with wounds on her body, my blood was boiling. Adding regret to my chest.

Since Kuara didn't pick up my phone, I thought twice about calling her. And over time, I was getting busy with a very dense lecture activity.

I try to focus on my studies. My goal is only one. I want to finish it quickly and go back to Indonesia. I want to go back to Kuara.

Because of this also during college I never went home even once. Only Mama and Papa and Maiga came to visit me occasionally in Boston.

Kuara became one of the reasons for me to finish my study immediately. The picture became my encouragement when I felt tired and wanted to stop.

My days in Boston have always been recited by Elya. Looks like the goal here isn't for college. Except to follow me. As hard as I can, I try to be patient with the girl.

There was a time, maybe Elya felt very frustrated with my attitude. He came to my apartment and was immediately indignantly indistinct.

“You why?”

“I'm tired of your attitude, Cloud. I think I just want to give up.” Elya crying.

There was not the slightest pity in my heart when I saw Elya's tears. Because my heart has been filled with a Intan Kuara.

“If you're tired, stop here. From the beginning I never forced you to keep hoping for me, El. I've told you many times, my heart has been filled by someone. No place for you to return.”

“You're evil, Wan. You're evil.” Elya roared and then left my apartment in anger.

I thought it would make an Elya give up on me. But it didn't. He stayed in Boston and continued his plan. A really stubborn girl.

I've taken into account the graduation time of Kuara. And with the help of Mas Mahli, I knew that soon Kuara would graduate from college. And that means, the validity of the commitment he keeps will end. I welcome this with joy.

For the first time in three years I returned to Indonesia. I took Ben and I on a vacation to Indonesia.

The first thing I did when I returned to Indonesia was to meet Kuara. Ben had me leave it to Maiga to take him around the city of Jogja.

I stopped the car right in front of Kuara's door. Breathe in to gather courage.

After my courage was gathered, I got out of the car and struck the bell at the gate of Kuara's house.

“Who to find, Mas?” Ask the boy.

“Votes. Ada?”

“Ehm. Ma'am Kuara is again at Hotel Royale. Today is her engagement event.”

Deg.

The engagement?

“Who? A estuary? Engaged kuara? With whom?”

“Mas Yuta.”

DEG.

DEG.

DEG!!!

Quara engaged. With Yuta. Quara engaged.

Only that phrase kept repeating itself in my head. I gripped the wheel of my car and pointed it at the Royale Hotel.

I searched the hotel's outdoor hall blindly after asking the hotel receptionist.

My steps were blocked when I saw a scene that made my world collapse. There, Kuara with her very beautiful appearance, is exchanging rings with Yuta.

My breath gasps. My chest was as tight as if a pile of rocks were piercing him.

My kuara. My voice belongs to people. The luckiest man can get his heart. I'm a step late from Yuta.

My heart was like it was sliced by a very sharp samurai sword. Pain when I found out that on my Quarry ring finger has been embedded a ring of bond marks.

The voice really won't wait for me.

The sound of cheers echoed around me. The echoes that instantly broke my heart right then and there. They are rejoicing at the engagement of Kuara and Yuta.

Before someone recognized me, I immediately turned my back on leaving the area. Dragging my leg back into the car.

In the car, I vented all my heartache on the steering wheel. I hit the wheel until it didn't feel like my actions were hurting my own hands.

I regretted my decision to go to Boston. But what's the point of regretting it now? I used to believe too much in how Kuara felt about me. I believe in the hope that Kuara will not accept any man other than myself, because I am confident in her feelings.

AAAARRGGGHHHH!!!!!

I kept hitting the wheel completely innocent.

Pupus. My reason for completing the study was gone.

I drove the car out of the hotel area and went straight home. I threw my body on the bed. I mourn this incredible heartache.

My spirit of life seemed to have evaporated just like that. Lost without a trace. Half my consciousness is forcing me to vent into the night club or whatever. But the other half tried to hold myself back from staying home.

I'm bracing myself. I was indeed disappointed with Kuara and Yuta's engagement. But that doesn't mean I have to break my heart, does it?

Is there only one in this world? No. gabe. There are still many women who want to be with me. Elya is one of them.

But the truth is, there's only one voice in my heart. Only the voice is in my world. I was just trying to shift my grief by thinking about other things. And it still doesn't work.