WOMEN AND GRAVES
MEMORY VERSE
The series of events a few weeks ago was like a nightmare for Kumal and Fana Ismi. Kumal's wounds from the fight with Padel, some have dried up, some have healed, some have faded. He could hardly believe that he had defeated the ugly ghost and brought the Beautiful Ghost back to his contract.
Kumal is very happy to be able to live together with Fana Ismi again. He did not want to quarrel and part with Beautiful Ghost anymore. He must admit this, that the flowers fell from the bottom of the heart when looking at the appearance of Fana Ismi who was like a moon on the fourteenth.
Even when asleep, Beautiful Ghost looks graceful like a white goose on clear water. He was so calm, the wind occasionally waving his hair for a moment. I don't know what dream has enveloped Fana Ismi, so the corners of her lips are somewhat pulled back. Indeed, for Kumal, looking at the beautiful Ghost when asleep, is quite a natural sight.
I can't help but take my eyes off the sight of a ghostly woman who's soundly asleep. He could not escape, and he did not want to escape. What closed eyes it was, what lips it was, how face had not yet taken a bath, how sweat it was, making Kumal want to kiss her.
The young man was secretly about to kiss Fana Ismi's forehead or even her lips. He frowned at the situation, afraid that there were a pair of eyes that caught him. He forgot that Fana Ismi is a ghost. Slowly but surely, Kumal thrust his body closer to the body of the lying Beautiful Ghost.
How their faces are now close together, creating a palpitations and sweat on the seedy chin. In a moment, in a moment, in a moment, Cheers Kumal in heart. He intended to kiss the lips of Fana Ismi at a glance, then, he quickly forgot about it. However, before their lips clashed, the eyes of Beautiful Ghost instantly opened. Fana Ismi catches the wet movement of Kumal who is about to kiss her.
Damnit damnit! kumal screams in the heart. He did not move, forward or backward. He saw the eyes of Beautiful Ghosts, suspicious eyes. He did not know how to, the waves in the chest increasingly run big enough. Sweat was struggling and flowing quite profusely from the pores. Yes, he had to think about things to be used as an excuse. He touched Fana Ismi's cheek with his finger, then got up and sat up again. “I just want to make sure the phantom cheeks and human cheeks are the same,” Kumal said later, giving ridiculous and absurd reasons.
Beautiful Ghosts also wake up, float and sit on the side of Kumal. He looked at Kumal closely with a suspicious look. Meanwhile, Kumal patted his thigh repeatedly and became restless and agitated. He could not afford to just glance towards Fana Ismi.
“What did you do just now?” Beautiful Ghost throws a very difficult question for Kumal to answer. “What did you just want to kiss me?” todong Fana Ismi was really like an arrow stuck in Kumal's chest.
“Ha?” Kumal revealed a dumbfounded face, though the tensed look was more obvious in the eyes of Beautiful Ghost. “Where might I want to kiss you. You're a ghost and I'm a human. What a prestige for me to kiss a ghost, let alone a ghost who is sleeping. When there is such a person, it is obvious that person is a loser.”
“So you're a loser?”
“I told you, I'm not kissing you,” reply Kumal fast. He was completely misbehaved, he did not even have the face to look back at Fana Ismi.
“Then?”
“Ah! You don't trust me? Didn't I just say, I just want to make sure the cheeks of ghosts and humans are the same or not.”
“Alright, well, I believe you,” said Beautiful Ghost finally relented. That answer really made Kumal sigh in relief. He was very embarrassed to admit about the act of defiance. “By the way, Mal. I have a plan,” said Fana Ismi trying to shift the topic.
“Plan?”
Beautiful Ghost nodded quickly, “Iya, plan. I have a plan so that you and Arin can get better, so you can repeat the date back.”
Arin's face was again drawn on Kumal's head. He remembered the incident at that time, Arin was angry and went from the cafe where they were dating. Kumal almost forgot about Arin and he was deliberately about to forget about the woman. At his side is Fana Ismi, although she is a ghost, Kumal keeps his taste to her. He decides to choose Beautiful Ghost over his childhood friend Arin. For him, Arin past and Fana Ismi is his future. “Already, forget Arin, I already have no taste for him,” reply Kumal after so long weighing.
“Of course not. I've decided, Fi, I'll forget about Arin.”
“Why?”
“Because I don't have any more flavor on him.”
“so fast did your feelings change?”
“...”
“What now you switch to love me?” tuding Fana Ismi, really make Kumal's chest sigh.
Beautiful Ghost seemed to know what Kumal was feeling right now, or maybe he was just guessing. Kumal himself heard the question, would love him to say ‘iya’. However, in the end, he said, “No! How could I love a ghost, let alone a nosy ghost like you.” I was too embarrassed to admit his feelings.
For a moment, the atmosphere became silent. They don't know what to talk about. Gemala's verses quietly crept into Kumal's head as he noticed Fana Ismi's pouting face. “Walau itself, deserted no longer visit. Because, your face accompanies the miss without edges. Dreams about you come every day. And memories settled in the heart,” verse was accidentally thrown.
The beautiful ghost looked at Kumal and pensively heard the verse. Like that tempo, the poem just now was also familiar to Fana Ismi's ear. Meanwhile, Kumal himself spontaneously shut his mouth, he did not want Beautiful Ghost to think a no-no when he heard that. “Wait, wait, can you repeat that verse,” pinta Fana Ismi looks serious. Kumal was like a cow that had its nose lashed, he complied, and repeated the verse again. “It seems like I've heard that verse before,” said Fana Ismi then tried to remember again.
“Really?” kumal asked enthusiastically.
“Ya.”
Maybe Fana Ismi knows the poet Gemala. He told me once that he died twenty years ago. Which means, now the Beautiful Ghost is fifty years old. Fana Ismi lived in the age of the Gemala Poet. Pretty Ghosts are also fans of the Gemala Poet, Kumal thought with his own smile. “Do you know my idol poet?” kumal asked immediately out of curiosity.
“Who is your idol poet?” Fana Ismi asked.
“Gemala.”
Hearing the name Gemala called the ghost tongue was immediately confused. Tears shed. He half-believed that Gemala, the homeless poet, had already become a famous poet, so that Kumal even ignored the poet. He was unable to withstand his trembling body, given the idol poet Kumal, ending his life in the hands of a gun in front of the audience. Fana Ismi's chest was instantly congested, reminiscing about the wounds of the past that are re-exposed today.
