When Love Remains Blind

Ch# 4's. Meditations II

A few months passed almost no news from Larry, even if he did not know where he was. But there was also news about a suburban restaurant that was on the rise.

Initially this restaurant was a regular restaurant until finally this restaurant was bought by a restaurant entrepreneur in the city center.

When it was found out it was bought by a Dutch national who also had several branches of restaurants in Indonesia named Thomas Karel, Larry's father.

Of course for culinary enthusiast this must be interesting, especially he said the dish is very delicious, not least Dika who already know, if this restaurant is not far from the house where he lives.

Larry Karel became the Manager and Chef at the restaurant, because his experience of the world of cooking is very good cooking so no wonder in a short time many come to visit because of his cuisine, because of his cooking, many also have become regular customers, of course, for the sake of discounted prices applied to members. This is one of the market strategies of the Karel family.

Usually every Saturday after busking up and down exploring the city center with his violin, Dika did not immediately go to the suburban restaurant but visited a nursing home.

It is customary every weekend to visit there just to meet someone.

Until one day, when heavy rain fell on almost the entire city of Djakarta, a bluish white light followed by a terrifying thunderous sound, must have made almost everyone jerry of the power of God. So it is appropriate for some people to always submit and surrender.

There in the nursing home that reads Bina Bhakti Negara in a pretty beautiful sign on display. Seen a sliver of grief and haru still imprinted before coming lightning snaps that add to the thrill.

It also looks there are some withered faces shedding tears as if still not willing to what happened. It also seems that, a pale stiff and not breathing was led to his bed, his body wrapped in a clean white cloth tied to a rope but still leaving a pale face hardened.

It looks beautiful that face is on the back of a happy and proud smile even though cotton has stuffed on both nostrils and ears. A middle-aged woman had met her death peacefully and peacefully.

There was a person who faced very grim, cold and very cold covering the heart as if he wanted to scream with all his might to be free from his shackles. It seems that he is the one who is very, very hard hit and suffers from this loss.

That person was Dika Dwistira, and the one who was stiffened was none other than his mother. The mother who raised him, who fought unreservedly so that he could pursue higher education and live a happy life, then you can imagine how bad the feeling of a child who has long been an Orphan has become an Orphan.

It was hard to imagine at the time that it was the greatest losing experience of his life. Losing the mother who sacrificed herself to live in a nursing home just because she did not want to bother her child, that is the reason she just found out.

Inevitably Dika had to swallow disappointed in himself that at that time he felt like a useless person, completely useless.

The next days Dika passed empty, already some days he did not cram and do activities as usual, just smashing the mattress. His appetite was not there, making his body thin and several times fell ill.

All musings have been touched, but none of them are able to increase the passion of his life even though he knows that life must continue.

For a man who is not strong in his faith and does not have the determination to survive, the first choice is the only best way.

But Dika who is still strong hearted and sharp determination is certainly the first thing will not be possible in doing, then every day is spent contemplating and contemplating about the reasons for his survival.

One time he pondered, Dika decided to visit the suburban restaurant, he wanted to go back to see Larry there just to talk but also hoped to reduce his pain a little. When he was there, in an ordinary chair he sat with his ears catching an interesting conversation.

"The maestro was very handsome and dashing, of course if he wanted to interrupt me. Then I would not refuse to act" One girl said, the movement of her body seemed to make emphasis on her words, her face flushed so red her spirit made Dika frown to sharpen her hearing.

"Hahaha I don't think your mind is shallow enough. ahh I'm sure you don't know how he really is, do you?" Ejek one of his friends.

Then he continued, "Indeed, I admit the violin game is really beautiful and makes me very amazed, but the unimaginable behind his talent is the opposite war"

"Ahh I can't believe, the evidence is just look at the many girls who admire him"

"Yes if you don't want to believe, by itself you will grasp disappointed, of course when it happens I will laugh hahaha" he said while actually laughing.

The conversation continued, but made a question mark, who were they? the two are none other than Dinda and Delina, two best friends who have been seen in restaurants for the past few weeks.

Yes, when the two young female virgins were collected then before the sky collapsed then it will not be exhausted things can be discussed, also as if forgetting where the earth is in the field.

Chat after chat, laughter after laughter and ridicule for ridicule continue to last until long tail, but it is not even dull but it attracts the interest of the listeners, including Dika.

Dika continued to pay attention, his expression changed following the dynamics of Dinda and Delina's chatter. For some reason, such a conversation is not boring and even fun, is it because while he hears while watching Delina's face like the goddess of heaven? only Dika and God know.

What was clear that day was that Dika's grief seemed to be slightly reduced, clearly visible from his face when the goals were noticed, apparently this time not only a matter of chatter but by other things involving feelings.

The heart of a man who can guess. What is clear, that day the door of Dika's heart has been knocked whether consciously or not. The heart that had been shackled by grief finally found a hope for freedom.

What kind of freedom? even no one can guess, because love in the form of desire wants to have nothing but add a lot of shackles. People will be enslaved to passions that will bring suffering. Is that what blind love says??? please answer in your heart.