THE PERFECT TIME TO DIE

(CHAPTER 72) THE PERFECT TIME TO DIE

THE PERFECT TIME TO DIE

I just looked at him, and I was sorry. Because I shouldn't have started this conversation, and when I saw him telling a story. I was amazed, he told me like it was nothing new to him.

He told me with a smile that adorned his face. Perhaps he was familiar and it was no longer taboo for him to tell that, for he had seen it tens of thousands of times. We both agreed to end our lives together, two people hurt by the world.

Waiting for the dawn to come, to give up his death. Two people who hope, death can take away their pain.

The night of the two of us, filled by Frisca who told me about the various destapa that he experienced, unconsciously how to paint a smile on this face.

All night, we both shared the pain. He told me many things about her, about her bitter life. No matter what his efforts were, the fate line continued to stick to him. No matter the effort, he would continue to stumble in every net. No matter the effort, she was already destined to cry by God.

I also shared my world bitterly, she smiled while listening to the story. And we agreed, to comfort each other by telling each other the nestapa. And somehow I feel very light sharing my nestapa, not even infrequently we laugh at that nestapa.

I don't understand either, probably because it's our last night. So that makes us very comfortable to share that nestapa. And I realized that he wasn't as annoying as I was, and I started to understand why he had that temper.

The sound of the dawn Adhan, wiping our conversation. We're both silent about that beautiful groove. The voice of Adhan that we may have heard the last time, in this life. In words, I never felt close to or tried to be close to God.

Maybe because of that, he hated me and gave me that line. I didn't know it either, but all I knew was that my hatred was as great as his. I'll take this hatred, and meet him.

Time passed like a whirlwind, and I began to get lost in fear.

He smiled, and moved off the bench as he pulled myself up. And I saw that the sky was staining, and I realized that my time was not long.

The sound of the sound caused, as I walked on the train tracks. It was scary, but I refused to turn around. Because I'm really tired, everything will be. Frisca and I then went down the train tracks full of gravel.

Frisca smiled, and continued to move her legs. Just stared at his back, and continued dragging my feet in the middle of the gravel stone. Our steps then stop, and briefly stare at a building on our left. And shortly from behind the tall building, the sun rose.

We both smile at him, maybe this is the last sun we can see. And I am grateful to be able to see it. I looked at Frisca, who was standing next to me. And smiling at him, I was grateful that I could get through my death not alone.

“Why?” Ask Frisca.

I just looked at him, why was he so glowing this morning. She looks beautiful, even with her puffy eyes. She cried a lot last night. I don't understand, either, whether it's because I'm going to die so I see it that way.

“Engga.” My answer.

We then stand facing toward one corner of the train tracks, and stand waiting for the train to come. We're both alienated from our loved ones, just accompanied by gravel. It's a cool death, but it's a choice I've made.

“You scared?” Ask Frisca.

I just kept staring at him, and if I had to be honest. I'm really scared, and it's wrong if I'm scared. In my silence, Frisca grabbed my hand. I just looked at her, and I calmed down a little when I saw her smile. If there is reincarnation in this world. I hope we're both reborn, and I hope we're both happy.