Wingless Butterfly

Wingless Butterfly
CHAPTER 89 DIARY FARRELL



At last we arrived at Farrell's house, many mourners were ready to go home. There are now only a few relatives of the Farrell family. I feel Farrell's house looks lonely and desolate. I sat down by the door and started to look back. Now I feel a silence that completely gnaws at my soul. My heart was completely hollow without Farrell present by my side. Until finally Mama Farrell broke my daydream.


" Rissa, "Mama Farrell patted me slowly on the shoulder.


" Yes Aunt, what's up ???? "


" Let's go with Auntie. "


" Where's Auntie ???? "


" Don't ask too many questions, just come along. "


" Yes Aunt. "


I followed Mama Farrell from behind, I don't know where she'd take me. At the end of the day, our steps stopped in a room.


" Whose room is this Auntie ??? "


" Farrell Chamber. "


" Farrell Aunt's room ??? "


" Yes Riss. "


" Then why did Auntie bring Rissa here ??? "


" It's okay, take a break in this room full of memories of Farrell. If you want, you can take whatever you want to take Riss. "


" What Auntie ????. But everything here is full of memories of Farrell Aunt ??? "


" Let's take it, because to Farrell you are very precious and meaningful to him. "


" Yes Aunt, "My answer was moved.


" Waiting for Auntie to prepare food for you, you just look around the contents of Farrell's room while taking a break. "


" Aunty don't bother, Rissa's still not hungry Auntie. "


" Rissa, you haven't eaten anything all day. You will be sick, baby. "


" Rissa doesn't have a Aunt's appetite. "


" Aunty knows, but anyway you have to eat even if only a little. Take care of your condition Rissa. "


" Yes Aunt. "


" Yes, Auntie lives first. "


" Yes Aunt. "


After Farrell's mother went out, I went around to Farrell's room. I was immediately stunned to see the adorable childhood photo of Farrell. Farrell's childhood photo already looks very handsome, and I smiled when I saw it.


In addition, from childhood, Farrell was a singing champion, as evidenced by several charters and trophies that he had obtained so far. So no wonder he had such a melodious golden voice. Even I got to the baper when I heard him sing one of the love songs. Suddenly I remembered Farrell singing a love song to me on the peak night of the MOS celebration at school and also enjoying a romantic evening at the restaurant where we used to spend time together.


And what touched me was when I saw the photos arranged so neatly. Well, those are my photos !!!!!! Farrell collected my photos as if he wanted me to always be by his side. In addition there are also photos of the two of us while taking pictures in the photo studio and on the beach at that time. All the photos are on the wall of his room. The room was full of collages of photos of me and her.


Then I walked around in Farrell's room again, until I accidentally dropped something. When I looked down, I found the diary book I dropped. I picked it up right away and I knew this must be Diary Farrell's Book. I never expected Farrell to have a diary like this.




And the piece of diary words above that made me shed tears. I baper it and didn't expect Farrell to write such words..


" O Allah, O my Lord, forgive me for hurting and disrespecting your truly benevolent creation. Until you called her back to your lap, I only had time to say the word love, "My cry was crowded in the chest.


It is with remorse that I feel guilty and wronged Farrell. How blind, deaf, and hard of this eye of the heart that can not understand the magnitude of the struggle of Farrell's love for me. And what makes me even more sad is when I read her diary written like this,


" Till death I will bring this love to the realm of eternity. But my soul will live on in his heart, my Wingless Butterfly. I really love you. "


I could not close the diary, I could no longer read it. The more I read it, the more I feel guilty. But there was a piece of paper that had fallen off and it seemed to have been deliberately torn and written like this,


" Watching you being a Scavenger and picking up trash for a bite of rice makes my heart really sick. It's not about the job, but it doesn't mean anything to you that you won't ask me for help ??. Did you know that I was crying ???? ".


Suddenly Farrell's mother surprised me, she brought me food.


" Rissa apologizes Auntie, "I cried while hugging Mama Farrell.


" I'm sorry for what Rissa did ??? "


" Because it's been hurting Farrell, Aunt's son. I answered while crying.


" You mean what Rissa. "


" All this time Rissa has wasted the sincerity of Farrell Aunt's love. Until he closes the age, Rissa only realizes Rissa's love feelings for him. "


" Dear, yes, for now what is important is your prayer for him, "Mama Farrell wiped my tears.


" Yes Aunt. "


" Just bring whatever you want to bring from Farrell's room, Rissa. "


" Rissa just wants to bring this diary Auntie. "


" Well, baby, if you think it's something special just take it and keep it well. "


" Yes Aunt. "


" Yes already ate first, this is Auntie bring vegetable soup warm for Rissa. "


" Later Auntie, Rissa isn't hungry. Rissa is not in the mood to eat. "


" Yes already here let Auntie bribe ya. "


" No aunt, let Rissa alone later. "


" Let's open your mouth Riss "Mama Farrell feeds me like her own son.


" Thank You Aunt. "


His mother Farrell just smiled, her heart is so glorious. He treated me very well. If I had a Mama-in-law who seemed to be happy, I would be very happy.


" Aunty, soon Rissa will go home first. "


" Dear, will it not be later ??? "


" Sir Aunt, long time here I am not comfortable and just keep thinking about Farrell. "


" Yes already then want you.But remember not to be sad and cry again huh ??? Isn't this time that always wipes away every tear of you, now there is no Riss ??? ".


" Yes Aunt. "


When I was about to step home to my house, this leg felt heavy once stepped. Like something was stopping me and holding me back from coming home. But when saying bismillah, thank God I can step home to my house and delivered by his brother Farrell.