
Iyan smiled as Beeya hugged her body. No words came out of Beeya's mouth, but Beeya's attitude was already the answer to her words earlier. Beeya was not the one who would answer with words or sentences. He answered with a real attitude. Iyan's hand returned tightly to Beeya's embrace.
"I love you so much."
The words that always make Beeya touched. A word that comes from the heart. There are no lies Iyan says.
The beach is the place where Beeya wants to spend time with the idol. Beeya was already wearing shorts as well as an oversize t-shirt. Her hair that was left unraveled made the wind blow her quite forcefully and it looked cute in Iyan's eyes.
Iyan laughed when he saw the extremely cheerful Beeya. Playing white sand that is often swept by the waves.
"Daughter! Here!"
Beeya knows Iyan is a kid who doesn't like the beach. However, because of the request of the girlfriend finally he wanted to go to a place where many people would come when the night before to see the twilight.
Iyan approached Beeya and Beeya's face looked very bright. Beeya invites Iyan to the shore to feel the sea water crashing on the back of her feet.
If, to the beach he remembered one thing. Ignored and left alone. That's what he can remember. When her sister, Riana, was invited to play sand while Iyan was left alone on the beach. When Iyan approached and wanted to play with her brother. His mother will be angry and immediately expel Iyan by encouraging him. Iyan still remembered the incident.
"It's a lot of fun" Beeya said, laughing happily. Unlike the case with Iyan who is still silent.
The sweep of these small waves almost led him towards the middle of the beach. That's what's now spinning around in his head. The boy's hand was waving. As if asking for help. If, no Jojo he would've been dead. The mother was too busy with her daughter and the father was meeting at one of the resorts near the beach.
Iyan's life was saved, but his heart was deeply wounded. This is the reason why he hates the beach. Many wounds were cut in this place. The same is the case with Jojo who never want to come if going to the beach.
"I don't want to see you sad when you see that wave back in the middle."
"Boyfriend" call Beeya. Iyan is still pensive. His eyes look full of wounds.
"Hey!" Beeya had already moved Iyan's arm until Iyan regained consciousness. He smiled blandly.
"Why you?" Iyan shook his head slowly.
"Boyfriend" call Beeya. He stared in the shade of Iyan's eyes who was still staring at the vast expanse of beach.
Beeya looked at Iyan's face which was like holding back fear also felt sadness when the waves hit her feet. Beeya immediately hugged Iyan's body from the side.
"What's with the waves?" Without needing Iyan to speak, Beeya seemed to know everything.
Iyan was still silent. While Beeya had looked up to look at Iyan's face.
"He almost swallowed me, and I almost died." That speech was full of grief. Beeya tightened her embrace. It was as if he had told Iyan to continue with his words.
"I guess .. when in public .. I'll be treated well, but it's the same."
Beeya's heart was sliced at Iyan's words. He looked at the girlfriend.
"From the incident on the beach, I realized .. if I was just a child who was ignored. I can't expect more. I have to be able to do it myself. I also have to prove that I have friends. Without Mommy accompanying, I can play alone."
From here Iyan began to open his inner eyes until he was more fun to be friends with invisible beings compared to humans. Iyan did not dare to be friends with people far away because people closest to him often hurt his heart. Only they, the astral beings are capable of understanding Iyan.
"Boyfriend" said softly Beeya. His hand was already tightly grasping Iyan's hand.
Beeya let out tears when she heard what Iyan said. It turns out that the words from Rion's father were answered already about the fragile Iyan. There are many burdens that he has kept and has not expressed.
"Don't be sad, I'll be sad." Beeya hugged Iyan's body very tightly. An expressionless face signified that Iyan was truly sad.
"Even if I shed blood, my sadness is meaningless. I was just considered a crybaby, and I was told to stop crying without a sweet word to persuade me. Just swearing, and a rant. However, I never revealed it to anyone, including Dad."
Iyan's voice was also weakened. Her tears just drip. His chest rumbled quite loudly.
"For more than seventeen years I kept her alone and confused as to who I was saying to."
"Oh my God, this kid is amazing. She was able to harbor her feelings without her feeling traumatized and also scared."
Beeya's hand grew tighter and closer to Iyan. "Tell me. I'll find a good listener for you. I want to see you don't always pretend. It's okay to look weak. If, later that weakness will make us much stronger."
Iyan turned towards Beeya. The lover was staring at him.
"I'm sorry, I'm a crybaby."
Beeya also shook her head. He gently wiped Iyan's tears.
"Your tears signify how deep the wounds you get. Wounds that are already rusty and difficult to remove."
Iyan grabbed Beeya's hand that was wiping her tears. They look at each other with eyes that are difficult to interpret.
"When you are fragile, I will try to strengthen you. No human being is born perfect. No human being continues to live happily, nor grieve without an end. Everything is balanced."
Iyan smiled too. He was still staring at Beeya with a loving look.
"You always tell me that you love me for who I am. Same with me, I love you for who you are" Beeya said
"We were brought together to perfect each other because we won two people who have shortcomings."
Iyan pulled Beeya's hand into her arms. He kissed the soft end of Beeya's head so affectionately.
"I love you so much, Abeeya."
Beeya laughed too. He wrapped his hands very tightly around Iyan's waist.
"I am too."
Together with Beeya, the waves at her feet did not make Iyan feel anything. He instead lifted Beeya's body and twirled the tiny body. They even laugh happily.
"I want to quickly justify you" Iyan shouted. Beeya simply laughed with her eyes closed.
"May the angels hear this word of yours."
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