THE PERFECT TIME TO DIE
(CHAPTER 69) THE STORY BEHIND THE NESTAPA
THE STORY BEHIND THE NESTAPA
I finally understood the piece of his future that I saw, the piece where I proposed to Frisca at a cafe. And I also understand, the reason he rejected the proposal, was because he knew of that terrible fate.
“Engga, because of the selfishness of both of us, who want to make Pasha born into the world, we finally get married.” Frisca.
Frisca continued to tell stories, and continued to share that sadness with me. Wake up a love story between the two of us. Throughout the story, we are both hurt. And I'm really sorry for him, because of me, he felt that sadness.
“After we got married, Pasha was present in the middle of both of us. And exactly five years, like my vision. A car accident took you in our lives.” Frisca.
So that's the end of my story, in the destiny of the future between me and Frisca. I will die, when Pasha is present in the middle of me and Frisca. But if I was given the same chance, I would still make that decision. Since I don't want to be a hindrance to Pasha, she deserves to live and carve out her own happiness.
“After the incident ..” Continue Frisca.
Frisca suddenly fell silent, and could not continue her sentence. His face began to be adorned with tears, the tip of the sentence seemed to hurt him. I then held his powerless hand, today he cried a lot and I regret it. And as I looked into his eyes, I saw a piece of the story of destiny in his future.
**
Afternoon, in a house. Frisca looks with my eyes, busy making a glass of milk for Pasha in the kitchen area of the house. But that afternoon he looked strange, after he put milk powder in the glass, Frisca seemed to add another liquid from a small bottle that he hid in his pants pocket.
Seeing that, I knew something wrong would happen. And I don't know, what liquid he added in Pasha's milk glass. Therefore, I was really worried when I looked at him.
With trembling hands, Frisca brought the glass of milk to Pasha who was sitting at one of the dining tables. Without knowing anything, Pasha also welcomed the milk brought by Frisca with a happy smile. Frisca then sat on one of the other benches, although hesitated after staring at Pasha's smile.
From a distance, I yelled at Frisca hoping she would listen to me and stop her crazy intentions. But she didn't listen to me, and just kept crying. Pasha who knew nothing, just held the glass of milk with her smile.
I was devastated staring at the incident.
While Frisca was still silent and crying while looking at Pasha with the milk, and I hated her stupid actions. And when Pasha wanted to drink the milk, Frisca quickly grabbed the glass and threw it away.
Just looking at Pasha's shocked face, Frisca then hugged Pasha's body which was still shaken by the event. With a cry on his face, he continued to hug and tighten his embrace. In silence, I stared at the incident, I was grateful and then sorry.
**
When I woke up, I still saw her crying. Because of me, she was crying. Because of me he has that destiny. Nestapa this, keep going and hurt a lot of people. And he's unlucky, because it's because of me. I just stared at him, with guilt filling me.
I hugged him, and hoped that the hug would relieve some of the pain that lingered in his heart. She kept crying in the middle of my arms, seeing that I just tightened my arms.
An apology may be meaningless, an apology may not be able to drive away the pain that lives in his heart. An apology, perhaps not being able to wipe away her tears, and an apology just keeps making it stick.
So I promised to keep that destiny away from her, no matter what. I let go of my embrace, and looked at her. She's like a withered flower, and I'm sorry to see that. Because of me, it looks like that. I took a lot out of his life, and I don't want that to keep happening.
“Do not worry, I will change that destiny.” I said while wiping her tears.
He just looked at me, and only a smile could I give him. Now I have no plans, but I promise that he will never see that destiny again in his life, no matter what.
