The Way to Find You

Last-day

The story I've written in this village's memory sheet I need to suffice. I found happiness here. But here is not a place for me to settle just a place for me to stop for a moment. I can't stay here in seclusion.seeking a moment's quietness, avoiding the life I can't possibly avoid. I can only hold it for a moment but in fact the problem remains there waiting for me to return to solve it.

I sat alone by the river, the first place I went and the place where I found my childhood friend. Enjoy the clear water flowing between the big stones.

a gentle sweep of wind touched my skin. When else can I be like this here. when I step foot away.I never know when I'll be back. I just hope someday I can come back here with a beautiful story no longer hurt and disappointed.

The touch of a hand on my shoulder brought back the wishful thinking that had wandered far away. Haris is a man who has honestly filled a little space in my heart. With a smile and a gentle greeting that always brings comfort in the corner of my heart.

" it looks like this place will be a historic place yes" Haris said as he sat beside me.

"yes, I will definitely miss this place" I said with a look around the river. For a moment we were silent, feeling the calmness that flowed through the small ripples of water and the leaf dance.

I realized that I was looking at him even though I wasn't looking at him. I just let him with his gaze and a mind I don't know what he's about. This is my last day with him, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow there will be a longing in my heart for him.

" how do you know I'm here ?" I asked without looking at that face.

" we were at the Ifa bi house, you did not exist and said bi Ifa you also did not go with Aji. so yes the possibility is here".

I smiled in response. That's right, where else would I go alone.

" Ris" called me softly. Our eyes met , as my gaze was fixed on the look in those eyes.Always there was this shiver in my heart when I met his eyes. I don't want to say this shakes of love. Too soon, it's just my admiration. Because he who's always by my side understands me when I really fall.

" why ?" asked Haris who found me speechless, frozen. Drugged those eyes.

"can not hug?," the question that somehow suddenly slid from my lips. whereas earlier I also did not know what to say.

" i will miss you Ris". I said in his hug. and managed to escape the clear crystal from this netra.

" i'll miss you too. You're good there."

" are we going to see you again ?" my voice is getting sobbing.

"i don't know where you can find me"

My hands are getting tighter and tighter hugging Haris' body. My tears are flooding starting to wet Haris's shirt. The weight of this farewell, but this is what must happen. Again a poignant story, I came here with a heart wound. And now it's back to bringing a sense of loss. It is not love that makes a story hurt, but a friend that leaves a precious memory.

Removing yourself from hugs, erasing the tears on these cheeks.

"thanks very Ris, you have been a friend who has always been there for me. You always understand me and can always bring comfort to me"

Haris cupped my cheeks with both hands.removing the rest of my tears with the tip of my thumb. The look in those eyes locked my eyes.

"friend will always be there, always ready to lift you up when you fall, to be a buffer when you are weak, to be a leg when you are not strong to walk. I'm happy to be a part of your life, to be your best friend. "

I smiled in my tears. Burning my face in the chest of his field, enjoying his heartbeat and the gentle caresses in my hair, I occasionally felt a kiss on the tip of my head.

There's a broken promise at the bottom of this heart, I'm coming back here. Not with hurt and lara but with happiness. .Ris, I'm not sure about this taste yet. If you had the same taste. May God give us a chance.