WOMEN AND GRAVES

GEMALA PEAK

Gemala's waiting leaves a wave of hope that is constrained by promise. The lovers have promised to return to the dock and live together as a pair of pigeons. But he did not return. At the pier, Gemala saw the shadow of the back of the Beloved who went away.

“I'm sorry, Kang. I need some time to explain this forbidden relationship to my husband. Although boring, he is still a good man, Kang. I do not want to leave it, without saying goodbye first,” said Beloved could not hold a puddle of water in his eyes any longer. “But I promise, Kang. I promise I'll be back. I just need to say goodbye to my husband, I'm sure, he'll understand even a little bit of pain.”

“But what if you don't come back, my Full?” gemala asked with an anxious look as well.

“I'm definitely back, Kang. Trust me,” look at Lover while taking Gemala's hand and grasping it tightly. “But please, Kang. Before I get back to see you, don't you ever try to see me. Let me alone solve my family's problems. Kang, will you keep this promise?”

It feels hard for the Gemala to agree with the lover's request. However, there was no reason for him to refuse the request of the woman he loved so much. “Truly I have no reason not to keep that promise, my Full. That was your decision. However, I hope and please, keep your promise to return.”

The lover throws a smile, and that day is also the last day the Gemala sees his smile. He can no longer see all the beauty that lies in the Beloved. The appearance of the full moon.the unraveled black hair was also gently caressed by the wind. Thin eyebrows swooped at it. Eyelashes waving it. The eyes of the constellations in the pool. That little watery ramps nose. Red lips are like the heart of a watermelon. The bee's chin depends on that. That slender body. The chest is like that mango. Move that body. And that naughty gentle character. Everything is well preserved in memories. Yes, only in memories.

And the Gemala can only wait and wait. At the pier, his dreadlocks fluttered in the wind from the northeast. The day he went to the dock and hoped, Lover ran a little towards him. But nil, lovers do not come and may not come. And when the Gemala realized that, the wrinkles on his face seemed to multiply. It's like a lamp running out of oil.

Gemala went home and destroyed the whole room. The glass he broke, the mattress he shredded, and the glass he broke with fists. Blood flowed from his fist and cries flooded his sour face. He completely lost his way, he did not know where to go and how, he wanted to throw away all the memories of the woman and everything related to her.

He took a piece of paper and a pen. There is no ink. He was extorting his own blood. And with a pen inked with blood he wrote all the suffering on the body of the paper. He hoped, by writing the suffering disappeared within him. He wanted to throw anger, regret, and sadness into the paper. He also began to write the verses of the wounds. A poem abandoned by love.

Gemala laughed, then went back to grieving, and then she wrote another verse. The Gemala wept, then rejoiced, and then she wrote another verse. Thousands of sheets of paper he had filled with verses, however, his sadness still lingered eternally within him. Almost every minute he writes. His mustache began to grow, followed by a beard, then he became a figure of poet dreadlocks and fuss.

He looks like a crazy person, unable to control himself and also take care of himself. His hair was fussy, his clothes were tattered, his body smelled because it had not taken a bath for a long time. He continued to wail, write, and his soul was floating on the wishful roof.

And when he managed to write thousands of verses, Gemala lost control, scooping hundreds of papers in his grasp. He laughed at the smile of the lover on the dock. He wanted to show the verses to a lover. However, as already, the Beloved is still not back and will not be possible to return.

Gemala is like a butterfly with torn wings. He has written, but his memories will never be lost. He also stayed away from the dock, walking straight to the house. On the way, hundreds of papers he held, fell one by one to the ground. The verses found their readers. Someone has picked it up and read it.

Just this time, the young man read a verse that could crush the chest and spread flowers simultaneously. The young man was amazed and he was eager to meet his poet face to face.

“Take all these verses! I don't need these evil verses! I just need my fullness. Yeah, I just need my full. Oh, my fullness!” peekk Gemala when the young man met him and asked for some more verses for him to read.

The young man was filled to see the state of Gemala which was like a glass on the lip of the table. The young man could not help but weep, he was sad, though he did not know what pain the Gemala had suffered. The young man was determined to raise the name Gemala in front of the public. He was sure that the suffering of Gemala would make the name of the poet famous for a moment.

The young man picked up the Gemala poems scattered on the floor of the room. He brought home those verses. It just so happened that the young man's job was in the field of publishing. It shows verses to everyone who works there. When everyone was amazed, the verses were gathered together to become a collection of love poems by the poet Gemala.

“This poem is really great!” such praise is now everywhere. From the young to the old, from the school-aged to the married, from the male to the female, all were amazed in the presence of the Gemala verse.

The collection of poems was in demand and continued to be printed up to hundreds of thousands of copies. Now, the name Gemala becomes a mysterious figure and often kicked. Many lovers who reveal the taste of the women using the poem Gemala. In coffee shops, at work, in schools, all talk about poetry and the Gemala.

And the Gemala gets wealth because of it. The young man who used to pick up his poems, without excuse, had become his manager. The young man bought the Gemala a big house, a luxury car, and everything the Gemala needed. However, even so, Gemala was reluctant to show her smile. He was not happy to get it, all he wanted was the full moon that never came back until this moment.

Until the long-awaited day arrives. Admirers will have the opportunity to meet the Poet Gemala in person. There was a big event called, PUNCAK GEMALA. There are millions of people coming, just to see the face of the mysterious poet who has written such beautiful verses.

Gemala is on stage. People cheered at seeing that. The performer approached, giving a loudspeaker to Gemala who was still with his sour face. Gemala was ordered to give a welcome to her fans. And Gemala gladly agreed and that was what she wanted.

“Okay my fans!” pekik Gemala on stage. “Fuck with all of you!”

Millions of people were screaming with joy at the swearing of the lips of Gemala.

“I don't need you! I don't need millions of fans! I don't need it! I just need my fullness! Yes, I need my full.”

People were amazed to hear the next sentence. This indicates that Gemala is not crazy for fame. He is still the Gemala who once, even though he is famous and abundant in treasure, Gemala will only write verses for mysterious women who he really likes.

“You guys adore love too much, Goddamn it! So that people like you forget, that wounds can also be jealous.”

Booms! The explosion of praise was seen from the millions of lips under the stage hearing words similar to that verse.

However, the cheerful cheer did not last long. Instantly the atmosphere became silent, when the Gemala reached into his pocket and took out a gun from his hand. He brandished his pistol, deliberately showing it in front of millions of people under the stage.

Everyone is panicking. Fans panic. Panic event filler. Police panic. The manager panicked as well. They were all afraid of being the victim of a silent bullet target. And the atmosphere became increasingly quiet, when Gemala pointed the muzzle of the gun towards the temple.

Dor's! Gemala ended her own life on stage. Everyone was sad, even though they were scared and panicked before. Without realizing it, the suffering of Gemala has reached the bottom of the hearts of fans.

Since then, the name Gemala even more uplifted and lifted. Dead Gemala leaves a poem, story, name and one last sentence, “I've lost!”