The Night Hugging the Stars (The Ghost Mystery of the Dark Forest)

Prolonged sadness

A chill passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retreating mist revealed that a woman was lying on a hill 10 kilometers near her home. A gentle breeze accompanied the endless immortality of the heart. A feeling of happiness and sadness mixed into one in the soul that is now what kak nawang felt.

H-2 wedding day is now just a matter of hours. The little baby he always stricken with no news anywhere, now the baby disappeared mysteriously without leaving any trace. The baby is pakha.

"what else? let's go home" a man's voice startled his daydream.

"yes in a moment, I still want to breathe fresh air" replied kak nawang.

The man approached the nawang and also lay down beside the nawang.

They both looked up at the sky. The soft blue color of the sky began to darken to gray. Nawang blinked his eyes. He tried to keep his tears from falling but eventually fell along with the speck of rain that in an instant just soaked the hill.

Nawang does not even have the strength to move. Or he just wants to cry in the rain to keep his tears hidden. And the pain of his heart flowed with the rain that went down under the earth.

But oci understood his heart. The man comforted him a little and without realizing it he sobbed grievously. The feeling of oci was also washed away imagining the state of his best friend boy just stay in the room and look sad. They both cried under the rain.

Meanwhile in a room there was a man with a blank look sitting quietly in the corner of the room by embracing both knees. There was never a signal to wait. But he's waiting too. Survive for pakha like a fool. Like a dry tree in winter waiting for the long spring sunshine, the boy waited for a pakha that has no certainty when it will come back or not at all.

The sound of the door opening revealed a manly man and a beautiful mother who looked young. They are boy parents.

“PLAKKK!”

The punch floated into the smooth face of the boy. His father's eyes reddened as if he wanted to swallow a boy round and round. Boy's right cheeks are stinging, unbearable. But it wasn't his punch that hurt the boy the most. His sharp and merciless words were able to injure the boy down to the spinal cord.

“How could God punish me by giving me a child like you!, realize pakha will never come back "

Mother screamed and held the hand of the boy's father who was about to launch another blow to his other cheek.

Actually boy does not know which is more sad, his father who can not face that his only child will never be as he wishes. Or the helpless boy mother and hope her howling can bid her son's heart or arouse her husband's heart?

boy's father lowered his hand. He knew in the end the boy would be able to withstand his blow. Boy looked down but didn't cry.

Then he said again, “Be aware before your life is completely destroyed” said the boy's father with tears flowing and then left.

The tears flowed in silence. Had enough. Had enough. His screams in the heart. He wanted to stand up and run. But for some reason, his legs did not find the strength to do so.

"Pakha, pakha, "that's the name he always remembers in his mind. Boy finally shed tears after both his parents came out of his room. The crying that he had just endured finally overflowed, he was a little aware of his miserable state.

Boy hit his own chest because it felt very tight.

"Pakha where are you, if you are not in this world I also do not want in this world hyks," murmured boy on the sidelines of his cries.

The walls of the room bear witness to all the events that have taken place. That prolonged sadness is what the boy is currently feeling. Shouldn't this be unnecessary? I don't know if all the choices are within you.

When the eyes are in focus with a butterfly flying over the beautiful yellow tulips. A hand embraced the small waist that stood on the vast expanse of green field. Precisely behind the dark forest palace, the place that pakha currently occupies.

"Bim amused, take your hand off my waist" said Pakha, shaking her lips.

"No way," replied the bima while sniffing the nape of the pakha.

The warm breath hit the nape of the neck of the pakha that level so that there is a tingling feeling in his neck. Bima twisted the pakha's body which turned her back to face him. Now their faces are facing each other, the bima brings his lips closer to the lips of the pakha but with a pakha reflex pushes the body away from him.

"What are you doing bim," said pakha angrily as he looked at the bima with a sharp look.

Bima was shocked by pakha's behavior towards her at this time.

"Darling why do you always reject me? "asked bima furious with all the pakha's rejection of her.

"Sorry bim I can't do that" answered pakha firmly then walked away from the bima.

"Just a kiss you never gave me, what else if more than that, actually you love me or not anyway? "shout bima with anger.

Pakha just kept silent could not answer the difficult question that bima said. What's with his heart now, isn't he still his fiancee bima. Why his feelings are getting more and more uncertain, he is indeed happy with bima. But his heart was sad to think of something that did not know what it was. Could it be that now he was doubtful about his love for bima? who is his love for? that is what Pakha feels right now. Bima had already erased the memory of another man in pakha's mind at this time, but pakha's heart could not lie with that feeling.

Life is the present and the future. The past ??. ….. ah it's just the sweetest wound powders for a taste on the other end. Like the tearing up of love stories scattered, also messy puzzles that only make life finally shapeless. Love is like dust, flying and lost in an arid heart.

Will love bring change, happy? or the opposite. Love someone as necessary.

Do not hurt yourself or others, do not give hope if you do not want to give your heart to him, without knowing you have also destroyed someone's life. Love someone who loves you too.

What feeling is the pakha feeling at this time, why his heart so doubtful with the bima. Is his heart really for a boy? or to reno the cold guy?Find the answer in the next episode of reading spirit. Like 👍 if you like this story, comment below 👇 to provide input or support for the author.