Unanimous
SLEEPING FLOWERS (Intermezo Party)
Wiya just finished taking an afternoon shower, she made noodles and a cup of warm tea and then took her to the family room facing the TV screen that did not turn on. On the table there was already a box of chocolate cake, a sponge that he had bought at the airport, and some chiky packs. The weather is so dark outside. He just lives alone at home. Mom and Dad spent the weekend with Mitty and Ridwan in Batam, they did not know that Wiya's return schedule was being advanced.
Cloudy is not always a sign of the arrival of rain, Missing also does not have to end the meeting. Since Ilham ordered to change the departure schedule and they would be home soon, Wiya again blocked calls and messages from Zayn. Finally he was out of all the bullshit and had nothing to fear from Zayn's threat anymore because they were about to return.
Since knowing his love clapped one hand, only today he was at the peak of the feeling of being seen, lost, worthless everything became a unity that was so painful. The day he had avoided the most was now on. Wiya lifted her legs up on the sofa bending and submerged her face between her knees. This experience of falling in love and heartbreak for the first time.
“That's stupid I am, hikh hikh, I nangisin people who are now clearly preparing to pick up happiness and do not care about my circumstances, hikhh hikhhh”
Wailing alone imagine Brigitta who is getting ready with the best dress and hair style, Zayn dashing with his jass suit will go to Brigitta, who will be, clasping his hand and sheathing his engagement ring on the ring finger of his future wife. Witnessed by many eyes. Imagine in a moment the news hunting media will be competing to fill their headlines with news of this engagement. Wiya considers Brigitta to be flaunting her victory with elegant arrogance.
“Qawiya..Qawiya.” Wiya calls himself by ogre “Then dong same name lo, where he says lo strong! Not to mention Lo Wiy!!! Why is stupidity so natural. You should know this wound exists because you are too carelessly in love, huaaa hikh huhuhuhu"
I don't know how many tissues are scattered on the used floor to dry the tears and snot out. Wiya wants to spend all her sadness tonight, not wanting to leave it even a little more.
The rain always comes again no matter it has fallen thousands of times, but no matter how swift, it will only always subside. These are the last tears to cry for men. So determined.
He gave back all the light that Zayn had shed. Because for a while the dark makes it quieter.
Hikh hikh hikh, the sound of his sobbing so unconsciously he curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.
In his sleep he saw Zayn waiting behind him on a beautiful hill full of flowers. When he realized Wiya was coming, Zayn did not speak, immediately tidied up Wiya's messy hair and wiped the tears that were still left on his cheeks.
Then Zayn in Wiya's dream plucked a rose of light purple between a garden of daffodils there. Then the beautiful flower was tucked in Wiya's right ear. Zayn smiled and held his hand and led Wiya through the green hillsides. It felt warm and very real.
When Wiya accidentally releases his hand because he wants to chase the butterfly that surrounds his vision, Zayn panics and immediately grabs Wiya's hand. Zayn's figure in the dream leads Wiya further and further away, Wiya follows obediently until they arrive at a vast and beautiful expanse of grassland. There are only a few hills that are slightly higher than the rest. In his dream also Wiya still had time to imagine, will there be Tinkywinky, Dipsy and his friends out of one of the hills there?
Suddenly Wiya heard a knock, but the tent was made of thick parachute cloth. Why does the beat sound so loud? The longer the tighter until Wiya realized there were guests knocking on the door from the front.
Wiya reflex opened her eyes, running into the living room following the prejudices that were still under the influence of her subconscious about the dream. He hurriedly turned the key and pulled the doorknob.
“Zayn!!!“
He said while gathering awareness when he saw the guest who was a man who was turning around. Wiya almost wanted to hug him.
“Sorry Miss, Cable TV bill!”
The words of a man in a raincoat proffer a red cable TV subscription note. Wiya grabbed the paper and read the name and address listed on it. While wondering since when did father, mother or bang Ridwan put it up?
“Jeez Mr. wrong address, see dong here house bill number 75 pack. Our home is number 74.”
Said Wiya while pointing at the house number plate that was plastered large beside the door of his house. The man grabbed the note in Wiya's hand and made sure to return the error
“Yes geez. Yes I was wrong. I'm sorry Miss, outside the heavy rain, I was just riding a bike, so the reading was not very clear. Again sorry for interrupting your break”
“Iya Sir, it's okay, be careful”
Wiya closed the door again. And glanced at the wall clock in the living room, already showing at seven, it turns out he was asleep before the magrib.
Somehow the workings of dreams, the heart once damaged the daydream of a person who is heartbroken.
