The Mission Down To The Heart

I'm coming, honey

...☕This story is a mere fiction. Sorry if there is a similarity in the names of the characters and the scene. Please be wise in reading, impregnated word for word, so that the purpose reaches the heart of the reader☕...

ERICKO POV

I heard the news that was heartbreaking. He, who I love, left me. Picked up by death. Without being able to unite the longing that should be linked.

I still can't believe it. I thought my mom was joking. Tell me that Kalena, the woman I love. Go away for ever.

My body's limp. I want to show my weakness. But, I realized, that now I'm on a mission. I want to shed my tears. Shouting and sharing grief with mega lots. But once again I realized, I was on a mission.

"Home home, son" said my mother in a soft voice. If it's a video call or video call, I'm sure I can see her tears that were already pouring down like rain in January.

I can't answer it. I'll turn off that phone line. My mind refocused on my target. Making sure that my friends manage to bend it. Then we sort out the problems we made.

I cleaned my rifle with a broken heart. Immediately ran down the roof of the building and joined Dilan and Rio. We are heading straight to Indonesia. Return home for delivery target target.

In the car, I was silent. Subjugate head. Prepare your heart and mental if you really know the situation.

"Len, are you mad at me? Are you angry that I'm not with you often or telling you? Really, Honey. It's not funny" I said in my heart.

Dilan. He asked me. About what became my heart.

"Are You okay, Brother?" ask Dilan.

I shook my head briefly. "Mother phone. Tell Kalena to die." I replied while looking into Dilan's eyes.

Dilan's eyes widened. Then he laughed. "Ha-ha-ha. Not funny vows!"

"Gue no longer play ludruk or ngelenong. I seriously. And I'll never mess with the obituary."

My answer succeeded in silencing Dilan's words. He's grabbing my shoulder. Then try to calm me down.

My journey through with more silence and devotion to Allah SWT. I prayed on the plane that was carrying us so that my heart would calm down. Miles per mile we pass. The more distance we travel, the closer we will get to Jakarta.

Honestly, I'm not ready. I'm not ready to know the reality that will come. What if I really don't find Kalena? What about my longing that hasn't really been directly conveyed to her?

I have failed. Failed to protect a person who meant so much in my life besides my mother. The plane was parked at the airport. I handed everything to Rio and Dilan. I want to make sure of something immediately.

The media crew who are always loyal to the news has lined up perfectly. Shining his camera at their main target. I immediately took another path. With the help of the pilot.

After leaving the airport, I immediately looked for a taxi to take me to an address. In the taxi I was daydreaming. Imagined presence. The woman who for the past three years has filled the recesses of my heart.

He sits next to me. He leaned his head and held my hand.

"How are you?" tanyaku brief.

He just kept quiet. Not a single word came out of his thin lips. I felt his grasp turn cold. I looked towards the car window. It turned out that rain had drenched the metropolis. The smell of the earth smelled like smoke up to my nose. I smiled and looked.

However, I just woke up. It turns out I was just daydreaming. The taxi driver informed me that I had reached my destination. I spent money to pay for that taxi. Get down and see the Kalena contract has been installed by the police line.

Several police officers were on guard at the scene. There's also intel checking something inside. I-i know him. He was my friend. His body was thick and his height was about 175 centimeters. There was a slight crack around his chin. She hugged me. Saying condolences to Kalena's death.

"Go back to Bandung. Kalena's body is buried. Although it's late, but I'm sure, Kalena is still waiting for your arrival. I promise you, I will expose this tragedy" he assured me.

"Please leave me alone. I want to feel his presence" I asked. He nodded and immediately left me alone.

I walked around the rented one that only had one bedroom. Touching Kalena's belongings that she kept neatly. I have no power to hold it anymore. I can't hold back my tears in my bulldozer. I found our photo. The photo he framed with beautiful and aesthetic.

He smiled sincerely at me. I'm not in power. My body suddenly went limp. My knees can't support my body. I sat down and cried.

"Len, I'm coming, honey. Why are you even leaving? Hicks .. hu-hu-hu. Sorry .. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

I wiped my tears after a while. I say goodbye to my friend. I went to Bandung. Visit Kalena's parents.

Really, it feels sad to see the two Kalena parents trying to toughen up in front of me.

"His recollection is Rick, everything is clearly written on Mahfudz Island" said the middle-aged man. Her seeds have been seen everywhere.

"I'm sorry Erick can't take care of him, Pah"

"It's not your fault, son. Meet him. A' Zidan will take you there"

I nodded according to the wishes of Kalena's parents. Hurry to the tomb not far from home. I walked alongside A' Zidan, the older brother of Kalena.

"Rick, if Kalena's wrong with you, would you please forgive me? Make the road airy"

I'm nodding. Don't want to talk much. I was afraid that when I spoke, my sadness would come up and make things worse.

We have arrived at Kalena's tomb. I sat down and planted flowers. Doused the still-wet tomb with rose water brought by A' Zidan. I read a do'a for him. He asks forgiveness for her. And try to break it.

A' Zidan let me sit pensively alone. I rubbed the headstone. I slightly improved my sitting position and started telling her.

"Yes kangen? The same! I miss you more. The picture I took, right? Yes, the photo in your contract. I'm glad you laugh like that. Len, why? Why did you leave without saying goodbye to me? How will I be later? Am I willing to be lost? You're wrong! The answer is that I will never be able to. There's something you should know. But, why did I lose quickly to you? You're telling me you're gone too soon, dear."

I shed my feelings. The tombstone was silent. Being a witness will present a sense of sadness and sadness. Collaborating into one, creating a longing.

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