WOMEN AND GRAVES
THE DARK RELATIONSHIP OF A POET
Who would have thought, that the mysterious lover who made the Poet Gemala write unparalleled verses, he was Fana Ismi. No one thought, both Kumal and Fana Ismi himself.
Gemala has a beautiful appearance, a sharp nose, and long hair like a slap rope. It is a vagrant poet who wanders in search of true love. He had walked across the village to another village, village to another village, even town to another city. He was always warmly welcomed by the people in the area he visited, because, he did not get tired of throwing so beautiful love verses. Those verses, were able to make the girls smile themselves like crazy. Gemala verses make girls crazy about her.
Until finally, Gemala was adrift in the village where Fana Ismi lived. He first saw the woman at the end of the village, Fana Ismi with other women about to wash clothes into the river. Gemala saw that, saw the graceful steps of a woman with a full moon face. As soon as the Gemala went and blocked their steps. “There are many stars in the sky there, and I chose to fall in the lap of the full moon,” Gemala gave a verse to those women.
The women giggled at the sight of a homeless poet who had just set foot on this land. “Who is the full moon, Poet?” ask one of the women.
“The full moon is you,” said Gemala shahdu while touching Fana Ismi's chin with a finger. Fana Ismi was aghast also blushed in embarrassment, considering that the beautiful verse was reserved for her.
“Hus,” one of the other women tetiba hit hands and gaze Gemala. “Do not disturb this woman, because, this woman has had a husband.”
Instantly Gemala wiggled and asked, “Really?”
Fana Ismi nodded slowly.
“That's lucky the man,” reply Gemala soft and sad. The women giggled to see the change in the poet's look that changed quite drastically. Gemala's heart was previously full of flowers when he saw Fana Ismi, now the Gemala's heart is full of thorns, when he knew Fana Ismi had a husband.
***
The waves one night.
It struck my deepest heart.
Through the spark of memories.
You wet me slowly.
Gemala. He wanted to forget the moon-like face, considering Fana Ismi was a married woman. However, no matter how tenacious he tried, Fana Ismi's smile continued to hunt his head. He could not sleep well, now his life has depended on love that should not. When a friend asks why he always stays up. He replied, “How can I close my eyes? Eyes closed, the woman's face appeared. Eyes open, I was sleepy.”
His friends laughed at hearing that. They think Gemala is joking.
The Gemala really cannot forget the smile of Fana Ismi. He also gave up. He took a paper and pen to write a letter. So, he called one of his friends who was originally from this village, and ordered his friend to deliver the letter he wrote to Fana Ismi. “Are you crazy? The woman had married,” attacked the friend while shaking his head.
“I know, but I've been crazy about that woman,” reply Gemala so relaxed.
The friend just shook his head to hear the answer. “Alright, I'll drop you this letter, but don't take me with you when you get into trouble.”
Gemala prostrated herself at the feet of her friend, thanking her dozens of times.
***
Longs. What miss? Don't-don't miss is my heart beating erratically. Written in the letter, from: Gemala.
The letter came again and came again every night. The letter was like a bullet that rained down on Fana Ismi continuously. At first, Fana Ismi felt uneasy about getting a letter from the poet, considering that she was married. She did not want to betray her husband, even though he was too quiet and a little boring.
However, the letter had always come, even though Fana Ismi had no intention of replying to it. He secretly read the letter. The letter containing beautiful verses, long ago made Fana Ismi blush in shame. No one expected the letter to come every night. While reading the verses in the letter, he dared to imagine the glances of the Gemala are so naughty.
Fana Ismi decides to meet Gemala. That night in a black robe and a black horse, he secretly met the Gemala. Gemala is very happy, to be able to meet her full-time again.
“Deg, deg, deg, familiar voice often comes from the heart, when looking at you,” welcome Gemala while smiling radiantly.
“Stop chattering,” reply Fana Ismi is a bit rough. “I'm just here to say, stop sending me those stupid letters.”
“Really?”
Fana Ismi was wrong to get the urgent question. He did lie, that he did not like Gemala's letters. “Yes, I'm married.”
“I don't care!” snapped the Gemala indifferently with the decision of Fana Ismi. He bent his knees and grabbed the woman's hand. “I love you, Fi. I love you like a heavy smoker hugging tobacco or a heavy drunk adoring wine.”
“While I've been married?”
“I told you, I don't care.”
The night became silent, the dry leaves were carried by the wind, and the dew fell on the grass. That night, in the thatched barn, the two of them rolled around, giggled, lip-crossed, and exchanged silence with a sigh. On a moon like a boat, they are incapable of harboring the desires of a lover. They became lovers in one night. They make love, and repeat the romance again in the following nights without feeling saturated for a moment.
***
And on one night that*****, Fana Ismi seemed to be in a hurry to approach Gemala. He ran among the grass, and did not care if he had to step on some thorns. When he found the Gemala body, he hugged the midfielder's poet body tightly, like he did not want to let go for a moment. “What do you do, my Pure, why are you pouring pearls into my chest?” ask Gemala worriedly.
“Bring me away, Kang. Take me running from here. I want to run away from my husband and elope with you,” urged Fana Ismi suddenly, powerless to shed tears.
“I'm pregnant, Kang. I'm pregnant with your son.”
Hearing the word pregnant, Gemala's body immediately shook. Could it be my son? gemala muttered, considering Fana Ismi has married.”Wait, did you make sure the fetus was my son?”
Fana Ismi stared at Gemala with guts, such a question created a pain in the heart of the woman. He slapped Gemala on the cheek and said, “Do you not believe me?!”
“No. I mean, we just did that a few times,” reply Gemala so go awry.
Fana Ismi's crying is getting louder. The promise to be together is shattered by unbelief. Fana Ismi never thought that the man she loved so much, the man who had taken her to the brink of infidelity, was just a loser who did not want to be responsible. “Some times did you say?” spray Fana Ismi. “In fact, when we did the first time, I've been keeping my distance from my husband ever since. Even if I fuck my husband, I won't get pregnant, Kang. My husband is barren, but he never made me sad until now. My husband is quiet, boring, and barren. But, he is not a coward and irresponsible like you.”
Hmh! Fana Ismi also bravely spit on the face of Gemala.
***
And ever since Fana Ismi spat in his face and left, Gemala felt a sense of loss. Night saban, he often shivers and tantalizes the name Fana ismi. He wanted to see Fana Ismi again and apologized. Naturally, at that time he believed, that the fetus conceived by Fana Ismi was his child.
Fana Ismi will not lie, she knows it, because Fana Ismi is the fullness of her sent by God to accompany her. Supposedly, that night he responded to Fana Ismi's request without asking again. So, the three of them can live as a family forever.
For months Gemala had not met Fana Ismi, and it was very painful. He wanted to approach Fana Ismi to his house, but, again, he was too much of a loser to do such a thing of determination.
Until one day he met Fana Ismi at a dock. Fana Ismi's stomach began to enlarge and she seemed to be waiting for someone. Gemala walked up to him, he held onto Fana Ismi's shoulder and said, “I'm sorry, my Pure, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I know, you wouldn't lie, I know that. Now I'm sure the child in your stomach is our son. If she was a girl, she would be as beautiful as you. If it were a man, he would also have a soft heart like you. I'm sorry, my Pure, I'm sorry. Please, come back into my arms, for I cannot live without you.”
Between worry and happiness Fana Ismi heard it from her lover's mouth. However, on the one hand she had promised her husband to return to be a good wife. And on the other hand, still in the enlarged stomach, there is a fetus the result of his love with Gemala.
Fana Ismi still loves Gemala, so she was willing to elope with the poet on one condition. She did not want to leave without permission from her husband. Because, lately the husband has given excessive love to her, even though the husband knows, he has been cheating and pregnant with other people's children.
Gemala understood and she nodded slowly even though it felt heavy.
Fana Ismi promised to return to the dock. Gemala will wait until anytime. However, the woman did not return. And maybe, Fana Ismi won't come back.
***
Until the Gemala hair is more elongated, the mustache grows thick, as well as the berewoknya, Fana Ismi has not yet returned. Could it be that Fana Ismi did not want to keep her promise? think Gemal. He dismissed the thought, because he believed so much in his lover, after all.
And at one time, on the dock, when Gemala again checked the presence of Fana Ismi, there was a man approaching and greeting her, “What is your name Gemala?” ask the man.
Gemala nodded slowly in a little wonder.
“Include, I am the legal husband of Fana Ismi, and happy to meet you Gemala,” the man who claimed to be the husband of Fana Ismi also reached out. Gemala shook the hand with a slight hesitation and gaped.
“What are you doing here? Where is Fana Ismi? Where's my full time?” Gemala attacked the man with questions.
“I'm also here because of my wife,” reply Husband Fana Ismi so relaxed.
“What do you mean?”
“My wife has died.”
“Ha?” The Gemala doesn't want to believe that.
“Yes, Fana Ismi, the woman we love has drifted to heaven.”
Gemala went up black, she pulled the collar of Husband Fana Ismi. “What do you mean by saying my full-time has died?”
Not answering, Fana Ismi's husband even laughed out loud.
“Why are you laughing, ha?!” ask Gemala as if to be insulted.
“Ha-ha, I laughed because I met you. Meet my wife's affair, ha-ha. Stupidly, I let my wife fuck someone else. Ha-ha, I did that because I love my wife so much. In fact, when my wife dies, I can only laugh like this, ha-ha.”
Fana Ismi's husband could not stop laughing, even though her tears were rushing. It made Gemala sure that Fana Ismi was really dead. She took off her grip on the collar of Husband Fana Ismi's shirt. “How my full died?” Gemala ventured to ask questions, even though it felt heavy and sad.
Fana Ismi's husband said his wife died giving birth to her first child. He was bleeding, he was so weak that he lost his life. “How about my son?” ask Gemala again. Fana Ismi's husband said, as well as his son, he also followed Fana Ismi to heaven there.
It is sad, they—two men who love Fana Ismi— met each other and exchanged stories about the moon that once inhabited the face of this earth. When the sky began to fall, they decided to go home.
They walk back to each other. Fana Ismi's lawful husband walked west, laughing heartily to outwit tears. He considers his life scenario a comedy drama that needs to be laughed at. And so, after that meeting, he endlessly laughed at life.
Meanwhile, the poet who has become Fana Ismi's mistress runs eastward, bowing lamenting the poignant end of love. He did not want to raise his head, although his body often hit the body of others who walked in the opposite direction. Gemala has lost. Lose in front of love.
