The Rain of the Message-Bearer Longs

Tormented!

I'm inside, please sit down. Azura brought me a drink.

"Drink, "he said to me.

I grabbed a glass of warm tea and I drank a little.

"Why? " take a ask to him.

"It's okay. Just something ordinary, "Azura replied.

"If there's nothing, why do I ask you to cry? " return.

Azura was really crying. Tears flowing down her cheeks. I stood up and took her to sit while I hugged. I elus-elus his head. He was really sad and was at his lowest point at the moment.

"I'm tired" he told me.

"Why did he make me like this! He threatened me and tortured me! "

He looked at my face. I wiped the tears off her cheeks and looked at her face seriously.

"Write if you want to. If you do not cry until your heart is calm. I'm here for you, "my words calm him down.

He tightened his embrace. I heard her crying getting louder and noiseless. I think I'm the one who's adding trouble for him.

"I ask for a moment's help like this, " said Azura faintly I heard.

I'm asserting. I really hugged him. My feeling was like deja vu where it was exactly the same when I hugged Dew at that moment. Azura raised her head and wiped her own tears.

"I want your time to hear my story, may I? " ask Azura.

"Write, "return me.

Azura started to calm down. He breathed and then he exhaled slowly.

"He's my girlfriend, " said Azura.

"Since when? Didn't you say ex at the time on the plane? You also look happy when you're with him outside, "I was surprised to find out the truth.

"I'm ashamed to say it. What he said was true that I had been dirty, " Azura said.

I don't understand the meaning of the dirty word he's talking about.

"I abused my own father when he came home drunk. My mother was helpless because she both experienced KDRT. My stepmother told me that I had three half-sisters, two girls and one boy. My mother didn't tell me where they were because she was ashamed. Mom ran away and married my dad, she told me herself. I healed my wounds because someone was good to me. He said he wouldn't leave, but the truth is the same. He left me. I was frustrated and found a good man and it turned out that just like my father, he harassed me, "said Azura bowed in lethargy. He's completely helpless.

I don't think which cruel father forced his own son. He has failed to become a father because the first love a daughter has is her own father. I hugged her fragile body back. I don't know what to do. A cheerful nature covers the dark story of his life. He and I set out together to heal the wounds of the heart.

I really hope she finds her brother soon. During the process, I will replace her older brother in status as a close friend.

"If you cry, cry. Let me know your pain. Don't just smile and laugh because it will make you feel miserable. Shout if you can't, "I said to him.

He was silent with tears flowing down his cheeks. I rubbed it slowly.

"I'm going home first, right? " take a ask to him.

"If there's any phone, or if he comes here on the phone directly, "I said to give him a message.

I went out and I closed the door to his room. I walked outside the building intending to return to my own apartment. I don't know why it's too quiet today. Someone hit me until I fell. I turned around to see who he was.

"Don't be a dude! " he said with anger.

He was with two friends mocking me. He comes from the same country as me. They look more senior than I am. Both of her friends held my hands and she hit me on the stomach repeatedly. The pain instantly spread in my body. At that moment a feeling of regret instantly appeared. Why can't I defend myself?

My heart is beating fast. Sweat drenched my body. My mind was completely confused at that time.

"It doesn't fit to be a guy!"

"Where do you want to be a guy if you go to gini? "

"Feminim boy maybe? "

They laugh at me with satisfaction. I saw them let go of my hands as soon as I ran. I entered the building and the door to my room opened. I searched all over the place for my penance until I accidentally found it in my bag. I opened it and swallowed the medicine. My heart is really beating. My trauma has returned. Seeing them laugh in satisfaction at me reminds me of a long time ago.

When I was a kid, I was bullied until my mentality was completely destroyed. Their words made me hurt and feel inferior. Their laughing voices were heard in my ears that I hated. I covered it with both hands. I hit my head trying to realize that it was all an illusion.

"Based on orphans! "

"Haha! What poor widow child might succeed! "

"Cowok, why not smoke? Sissy huh? "

"So guys don't know sports. Not just cooking in the kitchen"

"The most feminine boy"

"Cowok is beautiful. What kind of guys are girls? "

"Basic weak and cowardly! "

I heard those words all swirling around in my head. I'm trying to wake myself up.

"ARKHHHH!!! "My yelling is frustrating.

I held myself back from hurting myself when I saw the knife on my desk. The rain suddenly fell. I looked towards the window. The sky was completely dark and there was a rumbling sound.

"Where there's rain, there I stand"

I stood up and remembered the beautiful woman's words, Dewun. I imagined the Dew standing in the room. I went out and stood on the balcony.

"Grewd? " say me slowly.

The woman in the room looked over. I shook my head seeing for the second time that it was not a Dew, but Azura. He smiled to see me. I also returned it. He said a slow sentence and I saw clearly through his lips. He said "we both fought to heal wounds. May God bless" That's what I caught from his words.

I turned back into the room. My mind calmed down after seeing it. I don't know why his face looks like medicine to me. It rained hard tonight. I sat in a leaning bed painting something. For some reason, when it rains, my mind calms down. A few moments later, my writing was perfect. It's still a poem I wrote called "What if I die"

No one knows when they die. Destiny is known only to God. Like the past that must be settled peacefully for today to be calm. Everyone will come when one of your loved ones dies. It's just that some people don't feel it, not because he died. Because they have no brothers. Would I be like those who died in loneliness without anyone else knowing?