When That Day Arrives

When That Day Arrives
this is MISS .well, again this is MISS, not a SORROW solution



The beginning of the word I said



Since Yuyun moved to Jakarta a week ago, this room feels very quiet" Meilin said in a trembling voice.


"I fear when the day comes again, as it is today . I want to hide in the deepest core of the earth .So as not to experience this again "Bathin nnya . Remembering the day that her mother left her .


He was so lonely in his possession . Just like her grandmother's house in the village .Before Meilin went to Bali at that time .


Meilin sat looking out of the window of her room. It had been a few days since he was left by Yuyun .


With the window still wide open, the woman can be free to look out . Away to see the vast Sky . With a little covered by the leaves - the leaves of the Coconut tree, which swayed in the breeze - sepoi . There , far away , behind the coconut leaf, looks beautiful Round moon shines on Earth .



"This is the sixth night I observed the Star." Meilin muttered to herself.


The star is the brightest among the other stars . It does not glitter . The color of the light is also different from the stars around it . He was far away among his friends.


Far from the Star, on the other hand Meilin looked again , there was a small star whose light was dim, but he twinkled, as if to be lost , but he was not lost . Maybe he's trying to stay glowing, just like his other friends.


Meilin then looked at the other Star . Some are the smallest but brightest.


There is a big but dim light .


There is also a small and dim light flashes - flickering.


And I guess one of the stars described "me" ." Meilin muttered again, still looking at the vast Sky.


On the other hand, Meilin often saw Flashes in the Sky . But only on the side of it repeatedly.


Hit Meilin looking for the Moon, but Meilin not looking at the Moon.


Whereas the night before, Meilin saw the sky so bright by the moonlight hanging beautifully . White clouds are visible . And right at Twelve o'clock at night, the Moon is above the Head, the light is bright through the darkness of the city of Denpasar .


However, the Moon is often covered in white clouds.


And as time goes by, the Moon passes by just like that, and its rays again illuminate the Earth.



Now Meilin is in her room . Sitting looking at the dark and Cloudless Sky .But studded Stars - Dim Stars mostly .


I'm not waiting for someone . But often the shadow appears at a glance !" lirih Meilin endured the grief.


"Can you imagine how calm I feel tonight sitting here alone . Thinking my way.


My past path ,


My path is now ,


and my next path .


Thinking about everything I've been through, and what I'll deal with next.


I just did the best I could . Whether it succeeds or not, I leave it to my Father.


Can you imagine how calm this heart can cry with satisfaction . Looking at the dark sky, there seems to be someone who bothers even forbid me ?


Can you imagine how calm this heart is tonight alone, along with the bone-chilling night wind ?


How glad I was, when I realized I was still looking at the same Heaven, and still living under the same Atmosphere as my Mother.


As long as it's still the same 'means I still have hope of fixing this all.


And I still had the chance to ask: "Why did he treat me like that ! " .


Means I could still be smart - if : "I met him and kissed my Surga" .


I could still be smart - if :


"The picture of the family Fhoto I framed, me, my husband and my children, which I often drew on paper hvs, it became a real family photo" .


And ...


if only sound - sound


the spirit that came to me I could gather, and I exchanged it with the voice "Hello" from my mother, perhaps my happiness would not be described with anything .It can't be as beautiful as the poetry I used to write.


Well ... at the end of the word to close this cold night, I also miss her . Missed all the activities I used to go through with my mom.


Turns out I should be able to get away from all that.


And rest assured, I am still trying to pierce through the memories.


Well ...this misses, again this "Hindu" is not a solution of grief".