THE PERFECT TIME TO DIE

(CHAPTER 2) NESTAPA MET, AND STAYED

NESTAPA MEET, AND STAY.

I sometimes miss a moment, a moment when I smile. I want to repeat it, a moment when I was with my parents.

The laughter accompanied the beautiful afternoon sky, walking in tandem with their hands. I really want to repeat it. Two hand wrapped in a sense of belonging, which makes Nestapa bite a finger.

Because it is so rare, I really appreciate the moment being remembered. Even I remember every detail, gesture or their talk in the head.

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My body moved smoothly, crossing the expanse of green grass. This chest trembled, in fear of being chased by an impromptu monster.

“Arghhhhh.” Shouted My Father.

The monster's roar, it made him look funny. Just run, and keep running to get away from his pursuit. It didn't take long, the impromptu monster collapsed with its heavy breath. Seeing that, I smiled as I looked at him.

Shortly from a distance, I saw Mom's hand wave at both of us. Mother's hand then makes us stop the game chasing monsters.

That day, Mom looked beautiful with blue jeans and a combination of pink polo shirts. And my father also looks macho with a plain black shirt.

That day, I was so happy. We sit in the garden, covered in dark green cloth.

“We are rich in spruce family huh?” Ask my father while embracing my little shoulder.

“Iya.” Answer Mom with a smile.

“We're not humans well, not trees?” I asked while looking strangely at my parents.

My questions simultaneously made a smile on their faces. And I tried to explain the true meaning of the cypress family to me.

“The cypress family is a family in which is full of affection, which makes someone who lives in that family, always happy.” Father said to me.

“You're happy you don't live with Dad and Mom?” Ask Mom.

“Blessed.” My answer is smiling.

I got hugs from Mom and Dad, and I was filled with their love. And I was grateful for it, laughing and happy with them. And my words are over to describe how I feel when I'm with them.

“Oh yes, well. Holiday this time, we go to the zoo huh?” My love for Dad.

“You want to see your ex-boyfriend?” Ask Dad to me.

I also touched on hearing Dad's question, and soon I saw Mom's hand that was in Dad's stomach. Dad grimaced a little for the punch, then Dad smiled stiffly at Mom. On the other hand, Mom still looked at Dad with her grumpy face.

“Nak aja, not there is your ex. Yes Martina!” Insinuations behind Mother.

Hearing Mom's statement, Dad frowned. And they both looked at each other cynically, then smiled at each other and laughed.

I don't know why I laughed, with them. Even though I don't understand, they mean their conversation. And Dad promised to take me to the zoo.

“Let's see Martina.” Shouted My Father.

Everything felt fine, as if there was no sadness attached in the slightest. It is like a cry in an empty room, without content. The scream, echoing in the room, and being heard in the ear, only hope tucked in happiness enveloped the moment it echoed in the ear.

Until one day, a strange vision appeared. And that was the beginning, of all my grief.

I remember that morning, there was nothing strange about that morning. It was Sunday, and like the other children, I just lay in the living room watching the cartoon series on television. There was really nothing strange that day, until my father's cell phone rang.

A phone call, from the company where Dad worked, that seems very important. Because after that phone call, Mom and Dad had to get ready to go to the office.

“Honey, let's get ready.” Pinta Daddy's.

Hearing Dad's request, Mom put the apron she was wearing, and went into the room to get ready. Once they were ready, I drove them both to the terrace.

And that strange vision appeared, as I looked into the eyes of my parents. A terrible vision, one I will never forget in my entire life.

Where my father's white Audi would drive them to a tragic accident and take them from my life. When I had that vision, I initially ignored it and thought it was just my imagination. But I doubt it, because it looks so real.

And when I woke up, I saw Mom and Dad smiling in front of me.

I immediately threw away the sight and thought, from this mind. Everything will be fine, but somehow I still keep that vision and mind in my head.

After letting them go. My feelings continued to roar, like an endless rope.

I continued to follow the rope, but I never found the end of it. And I kept repeating it, over and over again. It felt so far away, that I finally found the end of the rope when Uncle came to my house.

With a blue t-shirt, Uncle came to pick me up, he didn't say a word. And when I saw Uncle's face. Uncle's face hinted, something bad has happened, and it bothers me a lot.

A series of questions then filled in, but this mouth was locked because of my fear of answers from all my curiosity.

Uncle then took me away in his car, and helplessly, I just went with the flow along with this feeling of anxiety that filled me. Uncle's car continued to run while carrying a series of questions in my mind, a question that I did not want to hear the answer.

And my feelings were even more raging, when I saw Uncle's erratic face in the middle of the wheel. His face continued to be anological, while busy regulating his unnatural movements.

Uncle's car then moved into the basement parking lot of a building, I saw the silent look in Uncle's eyes at that time. While these eyes, continue to be preoccupied by neatly arranged cars.

On the other hand Uncle kept looking for a side. Not finding the parking lot he wanted, he made the parking lot as a privacy space for him.

After the car stopped, Uncle took a breath. Then he smiled as he looked at me, that smile calmed me a little. We both got out of the car.

Uncle then held my hand tightly, and we both went into a building. As this foot climbed into the building, it smelled a distinctive smell, a characteristic smell and my hope slowly dissipated.

I continued through the hallway after hallway, I saw many silent gazes from the frenzy of humans who strengthen each other. A neatly arranged scheme, from the home of the doctors in white. Our steps then stopped in front of a room, there I heard a lot of crying.

Uncle shook, just stared and kept staring at the door of the room. And his grip faded with time, and strengthened again as he pulled myself into the room. Splashing tears began to wet Uncle's face, he cried. Only one word came out of his mouth at that time, and he kept repeating it and kept repeating it.

“Everything will be fine.” Said.

Our steps are getting deeper into the room, along with the shaking of Uncle's feet. Our steps stopped, and we both stood in a corner of the room. In front of me, I saw two beds covered in white cloth on them.

Seeing that, a question came to my mind. Do I have to cry like Uncle and like everyone else in this room.

But why did these tears not flow in the least, and when I found out the answer, my happiness slowly disappeared.

**

After that incident, my vision came back and came while drowning me in a very painful pain. I used to dream of the incident, a vision of the accident that befell my parents.

A nightmare that haunts me every night, and makes me not want to close these two eyes, even though dreamland has called.

I wondered what God meant about all this. And why should I, out of the millions of human beings on earth, why should I.

And out of the millions of people on earth, why should I see how his parents died.

Sometimes I cross the lines of questions that are created in my mind. A stupid question, which I shouldn't have shaded in this head. The question of whether I would know when and where I would die. And whether I'll see it, how I'll die. And that made my life feel like hell.