The Love Traces of RAHWANA

Ravana 24.

It feels so painful. Keeping the feeling of guilt in your heart is like keeping thousands of needles in there. I feel unable to. I have to tell the family of the late Yuta about the truth. I can't bear this kind of painful feeling.

My family and I took Yuta to his final resting house. I deliberately hid myself in the crowd because I didn't want Kuara to see me.

The voice was unceasingly crying. Sometimes he looks dazed and almost falls. Unable to withstand the grief of leaving her future husband.

Today, should be the happiest day for Kuara and Yuta. Today, they should have been a happy couple. But because of my intervention, Kuara lost the figure she loved.

Looking at my face Kuara, my heart just hurts more.

Yuta was buried in the family cemetery. According to some stories I heard from mourners, there will be built a mosque to commemorate the late Yuta.

After seven days I ventured to come to the residence of Mr. Basri. My goal is only one. I want to acknowledge and tell the truth about Yuta. It's nothing, because for seven days Kuara has always been at the residence of Mr. Basri and I could not meet him.

I do this because I cannot bear the burden of guilt that hurts me more. Not for the Yuta family. But for my own sake.

I don't want to be held back by the guilt of a lifetime. I feel like this is the right thing to do. I hope this will reduce my guilt towards Mr. Basri's family and also the Kuara.

Destiny is so funny tie a rope between us. Indirectly, I have killed the future husband of the woman I love so much.

“What's up, Nak Clouds?” Ask Mr. Basri. I, Mr. Basri, his wife and also Sota, we were sitting in the living room after I told him I wanted to talk about something very important.

“Why, Cloud?” Ask Mas Sota.

I took a deep breath. Look at one by one the family members of the late Yuta.

Slowly, I began to recount my encounter with the late Yuta while in Boston a few days ago. While telling a story, the sadness swayed me and made my eyes tear up. Especially when Mr. Basri's wife returned to crying while hugging her husband.

“I'm sorry, Sir, Ma, Mas Sota. If only I had not given my ticket back then, maybe Yuta would still be here with you guys. I'm really sorry.” I have no power to stop my tears. Tears of sadness mixed with guilt.

For a moment we all fell silent. Just heard the sobs of Mr. Basri's wife. While I bow my head while trying to stop my tears.

“Awan, it's not your fault. Why is it your fault for trying to help Yuta? Nope, no. It's not your fault. So we ask, don't blame yourself for this.” Mas Sota's hoarse voice made me look at him.

“True to Cloud. This is all because of Yuta's promise to the Creator. This is his destiny. No one to blame here.” Mr. Basri chimed in.

“We are sincere about Yuta's departure. Because we are sincere, we do not want to blame anyone. It's not your fault anyway. We don't want to see you blaming yourself, Awan. Because it would hurt our hearts. Again, I say, you are innocent. Release that guilt. Don't make your heart burdened by yuta. Poor him.”

There was a slight feeling of relief in my heart after telling everything. Especially after getting great heart from Mr. Basri and his family to forgive me.

“Thank you very much Sir, Ma'am, Mas Sota. Thank you very much.” My word.

They all drove me to the front of the house. Before leaving, I greeted them all as a form of respect for them.

I'm not completely relieved. Something still baffles. It's about Kuara. I want to apologize directly to Kuara. But I no longer have the courage. My courage was spent on Mr. Basri's family earlier.

I stopped my car across from Kuara's house. My sight did not escape from the big house. I was wondering what I was doing at the moment. I've missed him. But guilt has driven that longing to hide in the corner of my heart.

“I'm sorry, Kuara.”

Unable to linger there, I decided to leave from there. Drive my car to a restaurant in Condong Chess area.

I stopped the car in the restaurant parking lot ‘L’. Yeah, it's a restaurant owned by Elya that just opened a year ago. Vintage style restaurant with several outdoor tables, decorated with towering cherry trees. Looks soothing.

“Awan!” Shouted Elya who had just come out of his restaurant. How fortuitous.

I threw a smile at him.

“You're home? Why didn't you tell me?”

“What matters is that I'm here, right?”

“Hehehe. Yeah, hell. Login.”

I followed Elya into the restaurant with that luxurious interior. There are also many visitors who dine there.

“Of course. I worked so hard to make it like this. Don't you want to praise me?”

I just smiled.

“Wind?” Elya said after returning from the kitchen. He held a bottle of wine in his hand.

“It looks like you're having a problem. I hope this will entertain you.” Elya poured the bottle into the glass.

“Thanks.”

“You want to cook something? I have a new menu that I haven't put out yet. I hope you can give me some advice before I put it on the menu.”

“By pleasure.”

Elya chuckles. “Wait a minute.” Then he disappeared behind the door.

Half an hour later, Elya had come out with a tray.

“This, try. Pasta rendang.”

I cringe. Rendang paste?

“I want to make an innovation by combining pasta menu with local flavors. Eat it, and tell me your opinion.” Elya looks enthusiastic.

I immediately put a spoonful of pasta in my mouth. Feels unique. The kenyalnya pasta combined with the savory rendang seasoning. Pretty tasty.

“How?” Asked Elya who seemed impatient with my judgment.

“The odds are too domineering. I thought, I was eating at a padang.” stall

“Yes!! Should that be what you said?!” Elya grunts. Makes me chuckle.

“Says you want my opinion.”

“Ish!”

“Hehehe. But delicious. I think you should reduce the flavor of the rendition. It certainly doesn't feel.”

“Is that? Looks like I still have to perfect my recipe.”

I smile. I still spent that pasta to appreciate Elya's hard work. This girl, it's changed a lot. He's not like he used to be very comfortable following me.

“Ahh. Cloud.”

“Hem?”

“It seems, now I like cooking more than liking you. Aaah, why didn't I realize it long ago?”

“Good then. No one follows me anywhere.”

“But you have to stay alert. If later I get tired of cooking, I will follow you again.”

“I beg you not to do that. I'll pray sincerely that you like your kitchen more than I do. Hahahahaha”

“Ch! You dick. If you want to eat something, don't hesitate to tell me.”

“Definitely. I will continue to ask for taxes as a form of compensation because you used to keep me.”

“Gosh. You're this. Pammerih.”

After eating and finishing my drink, I asked Elya for a break. I want to go home and curl up under the blanket. Picking up the dream realm, seems like that's what I really need right now.