The Way to Find You

last hug

I leaned my head, swallowed this disappointed one last time not even a little time Haris for me. I don't feel my tears flowing. Sometimes I see my phone wishing there was a message from him but still only hope there.why ?, to just reply to my message he can not.

The car I was riding was getting farther away.I breathed my breath in trying to neutralize this disappointment.This eye I closed hoping these tears would stop flowing.

tin tin tiiiin

sonorous sound of the motor horn behind there. Sebel also felt, if you want to overtake just overtake.do not know what this chest again nyesek.at least only in the heart I babble myself.

But the horn didn't stop sounding, I looked back. But what I saw there made me undo this upset and resentment. Haris, she finally showed up.

" sir stop first sir" I asked the driver.

" well mbak" replied the driver who immediately pulled over his car.

Relieved, it turns out he hasn't forgotten me. I immediately got out of the car, Haris stopped the speed of the motor and immediately approached me.

" i don't think you want to meet me" said I who immediately sowed in his arms. My tears are back.

" i'm sorry, my mother has been in the hospital since last night" said Haris, who still holds me.

"don't you know me?"

" not perfect"

I broke free from Haris's arms. I looked at that face, a face that could always bring shade to me.

" don't cry, we'll see you again " . Haris wiped away the tears that were still running down her cheeks. A smile I forced a small nod from me, trying to convince myself.One day we will meet again.

Haris looked at me deeply, there was a sense conveyed from that gaze, a sense that he might not be able to say with words. I understand, but I choose as if I do not understand. I honestly want to hear that word from him. But he remained silent.

Haris took a box from his pocket.

" for you, may you like it"

I took the little box.

" thank you, oh yes there are memories for you too, I put in aunt's place"

" thank you, don't open it now, later" Haris said when he found me to open the gift box . Just a nod in response.

" thank you for the beautiful days we spent together''.

" same, I could see you again".

" i say hello, salam to mom. You're good yes"

" yeah, you are also heart "

" may hug?" . there is no answer. My body in his embrace. Just one second if this time stops.I want to enjoy his last hug .

" heart"

Heavy, leaving it feeling burdened me. re-entered the car. looked at Haris who was still sculpting. Hand wave without further speech. Far and further away the speed of the car left Haris who was still standing there, staring at the car I was riding. Until it is no longer visible.

My eyes turned to the box that was still in hand. From the shape looks like a jewelry box.and sure enough a white gold necklace with a pendant two hearts. Beautiful, I draped it on the neck. tucked a piece of paper in the box.

*for Widi

your presence is like the wind

soothing the aridity of my heart

watering the heart

regrowing shoots that are almost extinct

you are the beauty God offers

But he did not dare to admit

too low to have

enough in this heart to admire

let your beauty be enjoyed only in illusion

there's no way I'm tying you up here with my selfishness

while there's nothing happy I can offer you

sorry for the taste that shouldn't exist.

but this self cannot deny

if this taste has filled the corner of the heart

thank you for stopping here

leaving a story that means so much.

from a friend who will always hope for your longing

Haris*

Only tears were spilled, I felt like I wanted to go back. Hugged Haris and I would not let go of him. This deep sense he had, and he chose silence. actually, if I could admit I had the same taste, but it would probably be the same as Haris. He's afraid he doesn't deserve me and I'm afraid this is a temporary taste. Just let the time that will take the heart where it will be. When it arrives then the heart will know where it empties.