WHIRLWIND

Part 11 | Last Day In Yogyakarta

The morning came, and I woke up and set foot in the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Then I stepped back to look at the things I packed last night, nothing left behind.

After that I got ready to take a shower, and changed clothes. I'm done and I'm ready for chekout. I went down the stairs, I didn't use the elevator, because I wanted to exercise in the morning by going down the stairs manually. One by one I went through the stairs, so it did not feel I was in the lobby of the hotel. I also headed to the administration to pay off the fees and return the room key.

After all the affairs of the hotel were done I did not go straight away, I walked towards the innocence of Cynthia to see the place for the last time, it was a witness to my struggle towards the arrival of cynthia.

After I got to Cynthia's prison I also reminisced about last night, a sad time and made my heart hurt. I also tried to forget what happened last night. I also refocused on saying goodbye to Cynthia. I knew Thia wasn't in her room because of the campus, so I decided to write her a letter.

Cynthia.

Sorry to interrupt your time and happiness, I Fakhri want to tell you something.

Thank you for the time you have given me

Thank you for accompanying my days

Thank you for being together but finally leaving

I will always remember you

I will never forget our old togetherness

It made my life beautiful

Thank you for the painful welcome

I always pray for you

If you are happy, I am happy too

I'm willing to let you go despite the weight of it

I have you but not your heart

May you and her be happy forever.

Yours sincerely,

Fakhouri.

The letter I made was done, I folded it and put it under the door. I wish Cynthia would read it.

After that I left Cynthia's boarding house while saying

“Goodbye Cynthia you will I remember always in my heart, you are the best and most beautiful girlfriend of my life”

I walked slowly, the weight of leaving Cynthia, the weight of being away from her, even though it was only one day.

****

After I ate, and it turned out that the departure was still an hour away, so I pulled out my phone and played a comedy movie on Iflix, so I did this so I wouldn't keep remembering Cynthia. I'd love to forget it.

It didn't feel like an hour was so fast, I stopped the movie and turned off my phone. I put my phone in and took out my bus ticket. I also walked to the bus that drove me back to my house. Time spent less than overnight.

I sat in the middle of the bus, which was in seat two (2), at first I just sat alone, but after a long time I sat with someone, he was white-faced with red lips, round eyes and long black hair, I felt groggy next to him.

The woman asked me to speak and I answered her in short, precise and concise, uncomplicated words.

“Whose name are you?”

“Fakhri” I said short and expressionless.

“You're in college?”

“Iya”

“Where?”

“At Pakuan University kak”

“So we're the same age as well, I did it, but I never saw you. What majored?”

“Manajeman”

“Owh Pantesan, I rarely see you. This you don't want to know my name?. My name is Tiara, greetings yes?”

I nodded and said nothing. During the trip Tiara always invites me to talk even when I take a short break is not there. This girl talks a lot until - until there is no brake. But I also silenced him because he managed to get rid of my kangen with Cynthia. With him I forgot Cynthia. To the point that I feel comfortable talking to her even though it sucks.

****

At night I was getting bored, I took out my airpods and connected them to my phone. I also play songs from my playlis at Sportify. Suddenly Tiara's head was leaning against my shoulder, it turned out that he was touched, I could not bear to wake him and silence him. I also refocused on listening to the song I was playing.

I also felt calm by listening to music so I fell asleep. During the trip I fell asleep.

****

It did not feel like morning had come and I had arrived at the terminal.

I also woke up, and I saw Tiara still sleeping on my shoulder. I woke him up that we were at the terminal. He finally got up and he came out of the chair.

I went down through the back door while the tiara walked out through the front door. I also went to the highway where I had booked an ojek online. I went home to my house with a broken heart.

****

After arriving at the house I went straight to my room, I put my luggage under the bed. I also laid my body on the bed. I feel like this is the end of my love story with Cynthia that ended up painful like this.

I try not to remember it either. So I went back to sleep comfortably and soundly. This I do so that I do not continue to think about Cynthia because by thinking about the events of the night my heart felt pain. I was jealous of my beloved being loved and being shot in front of me. I also don't think about it. In that case I'm still his girlfriend but he shot someone else how my heart didn't break hearing him.