Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

Usai—Epilog [Last]

My feet stepped heavily, leaving this huge building, in a straight-forward view, without gnawing as my eyes were still filled with tears floating in the eye sockets. It felt like this heart was screaming and crying. The wounds that had been wet for a long time, now flowed out to the effect of being so painful and painful with pain, even more than yesterday's excruciating pain.

And with all this sadness and sorrow in my heart, with all the tears that keep on spilling on this face endlessly with me to let go of this waiting, this waiting that loves her so much, the waiting that no longer struggles. But give up, for the sake of my love for her, for her happiness. And for the last time, I met him.

“You know, sometimes I want to make something precious for the person I love, for the sake of happiness. The destruction of my world, more broken when I have to see you sad and hurt, and I think that's enough,”

I looked at him sparkling. “And as dark as my life, it would be darker without you,”

Navroy looked at me for a moment. “If rain alone can heed a rainbow when it falls many times, then why can't I heed your life with me loving you? Sometimes, you need to drag yourself into the most painful zone, in order for you to meet the end of it,”

I now hold his face. “You know, no matter how bad you hurt me, even admitted by tears, this heart still looks at you best,”

Navroy let out a heavy sigh, looked at me for a moment, “You will never understand what you are going through right now, Babe,” muttered and then turned my back. “I don't want to be your heart and your life, because slowly time will take away everything. I just want to be your soul, so that in any time and age, you will remain, that love will know me. Go then! And try to forget me! We ... Broke up,” he continued softly after sighing heavily for a moment at the end of the sentence.

And that second also made these tears flow relentlessly. His last words explained everything.

And, in the end, the wound would remain the same, remaining a wound that was so sliced and painful!

Again, all the sentences of— that had just been a few minutes recorded in my senses and brain—it was twisted clearly in the mind even in an instant able to blood-breath there, as if laughing mockingly, along this path, along with the wound that is getting claustrophobic and the throat that is so painful and choked.

Sometimes, you have to hurt yourself, to get better, whether it's for you or the person you love.

Love is silly, but real. Like the heart, the pain is real. Sometimes it is reached by thought and logic, yet strangely, it is felt by instinct and heart.

And you know, Navroy, until now, I still love you so much, even more.

Thank you for everything, Babe, thank you, my Pakistani guy.

EPILOGUES

The girl was still there, waiting patiently. Occasionally circulating his gaze, sweeping the entire coastal area, hoping he found the man who had been so claustrophobic in his chest and mind—since his unhappily encounter with the man he so missed it—deveryday. The gaze now lowered in closed eyes, when the clear water was powerless to float for long in the eyes. It implies that, how much he tried hard to fight his feelings, only for the good of the girl. For his future.

This is not the first time the man has secretly stalked the girl to just reassure and calm her down, if the girl is okay. In fact, before they even dated, when Keysa misunderstood because he was waiting for himself in the Mall in a state of pain at that time, until he secretly followed the taxi in the girl's ride to his house.

Go home, Keysa, please? Navroy's whisper it in the heart.

His hands clenched tightly, resisting the long-running turmoil and raging in his mind. He secretly hates himself. It hurts! It also hurts to see the person he loves have to face and experience like that. He hates having to do that. Looking at his sinless face that knew nothing of all this, seeing his silent gaze that had not the slightest bit of hatred for me in him, it felt so evil. Yeah, too bad of himself to the girl. His fists tightened until the knuckles looked so bleached there. But, sooner or later, the one who will get sicker is the poor girl. She did realize, sincerity in Keysa's love, was not worth giving to a man like her.

A year ago, it wasn't easy on the road. The miss that he had to dim every day—sometimes seeing a photo of the girl in his collection; or his account stalker who ended up staring at him sat staring at him in a few minutes while clutching his legs blankly; he pretended to be a patient of another doctor so that he could see the girl who was on duty at the hospital where the girl worked; never even absent from workouts, despite being ill, he said, only to see the girl who might be jogging and passing in front of him. Not infrequently, he saw the girl was aloof, silent as looking back at something. Worry again, the tears were even found on my face with a flowing sore. Looking at her like that, like a spear hitting the heart that the man felt, let alone having to watch the girl suffer for these few weeks, it was the same as killing her slowly. Makes the day unsettled.

Every second of the night, he desperately climbs the two-story house, utilizing his pull-up skills. Hanging from balcony to balcony, then reaching the girl's window—just to check her whereabouts there, is she okay or not. And that's the only way. At least, calm him for a moment from anxiety, fret and also longing. Although not infrequently, the man had to be hit hard and bitter, when the girl he loved again sobbed in endless crying because it could not withstand the pain that befall him. It was so exciting to feel him pulling in his arms. However, reality intercepted him. The reality that had to be realized for his sake and right now, that was all that mattered. She did realize, the girl's love even exceeded her. That's why, his determination is already unanimous.

And here I am. In a dark corner of dimness next to the closet. Can only look at you, in sitting full silent

Loving you in silence, in my cruelty zone, might be better for you. To wake you up from the pain that will hold you forever. When it comes time for this self to go away from you, when it comes to destroying our memories and I leave here—because of this damn fate, for you are the woman I love so much in every breath, let me make you happy by releasing “kita”. Because I know, if indeed God predestines, someday, our path must be the same, even though it starts in a different direction. Time will come again, trust me. Not in the dark as it was three years ago, but in the perfect vow of marriage.

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