WOMEN AND GRAVES

THERE'S A GHOST IN ARIN'S ROOM

Arin sat in the room. He thought of Kumal, the person he loved so much as well as his childhood friend. For a long time he had not met the man, since the broken date, they no longer met nor did they want to try to meet.

Arin looked at the window, and there was a memory of a Kumal in his head. He remembered how Kumal's voice sounded from the window. Although he hadn't seen each other for a long time, he still memorized the voice, the soft voice was also a little nervous. Arin remembers very well, how the farmer's uncle accused Kumal of being a no-no. The farmer's uncle accuses Kumal of peeking at Arin. Ha-ha, Arin giggles remembering that.

In the past, Arin still dared to decide to meet with Kumal after a long time did not meet. Now, that courage is gone. Kumal who is now really famous, he managed to achieve his dream, becoming a famous love poet more than his idol, Gemala.

Now, the degrees of Arin and Kumal are much different. Not just between high school graduates and undergraduates, but, between superstars and fans. Arin can't get close to Kumal anymore, Kumal is already famous, he can choose whichever woman he likes. An Arin, only able to love remotely, also reads the collection of the poet G. Kumal Aksara's.

Yes, Arin can only support Kumal by reading his verses.

Then, as Arin was daydreaming about Kumal's presence, the door creaked by itself. Arin was aghast, the feathers stood up, and he felt goosebumps all over his body. Arin was terrified, he bent his knees, and tried to look out of the room, and yes, there was really no one.

Are there ghosts in this room? arin thought it was shaking. However, where there was a ghost in broad daylight, Arin screamed inwardly. He still did not confirm, someone who opened the door of the room is a ghost or not. Arin wanted to scream, however, he remembered, that Bu Yunit was going to the neighbor's house.

And at once the wind whizzed from the window, making Arin's hair flutter, and making the woman's body cold. Arin shuddered in horror. And even more horrifying, as she watched the dressing table shake. Arin was about to close his eyes, however, his body instantly shook.

Arin screamed for help, as he looked with his own eyes, a lipstick floating in the sky. No one heard Arin scream. Arin was about to run away, but, his steps stopped when he found the writing. Posts made with lipstick on makeup glass. I AM IBU KUMAL, as it says.

Reading the writing on the makeup glass, Arin tried to sit quietly and was about to listen to a message written by Beautiful Ghost.

***

Beautiful Ghosts instantly disappear again, it makes Kumal's condition chaotic. He seemed to have no power to live, his hair was ruffled, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were dark circles, his lips were dry, his clothes were tattered as well. I really felt lost for the second time.

The reporters who came to his big house, he was kicked out. The fans who want to ask for autographs on a street, he maki-maki. In fact, when he heard a dog barking at him, he thought it was insulting, he took a stone to pile up the damn dog.

Yes, for now, Kumal does not need fame, wealth, even many fans. He does not need new clothes, expensive cars, and a magnificent house. He does not need it all, because he only needs Fana Ismi.

Kumal already knew everything, that he was the son of the famous poet named Gemala. He also knew that Anggi Kusuma was the adoptive father, as well as the husband of Fana Ismi. He also knew, Fana Ismi who some time became his lover, turned out to be his mother. But stupid, Kumal doesn't care about it. He already loves Fana Ismi, already has good memories with her, also has made Beautiful Ghost as a lover.

Looking for a beautiful ghost everywhere, however, he has not yet come to find that smile, the sweet smile of Fana Ismi. Then, it flashed in Kumal's mind a grave. There are many graves in the head of the Kumal. The grave where he and Fana Ismi first met. Gemala cemetery, the place that Fana Ismi has been looking for so far. The grave of the father, where the beginning of Fana Ismi realized, that Kumal his son. Yes, at that time, Fana Ismi was frightened and immediately floated away.

Tetiba Kumal ran quite fast towards the cemetery where he and Fana Ismi met for the first time. As Kumal ran, his feet repeatedly tripped over rocks. Sick? It hurts even more if he does not meet with Fana Ismi anymore. And true, when he arrived at the funeral, he saw Fana Ismi sitting on a tombstone, as if deliberately waiting.

“Fi,” call Kumal, make Beautiful Ghost turn and find the child. “Why did you just leave, Fi? Why, Fi? Is it because of the damn truth, the truth that I'm your son. Never mind, Fi, don't mind that absurd thing. I still love you, Fi, even if you are a ghost, even if you are my mother.”

“Wait! Don't come any closer!” peekik Fana Ismi's. He stared hard at Kumal who was about to walk closer. “You should be aware, Mal. You must be aware! You're my son, and I'm your mother. We can't be lovers.”

“No! My mother is dead!”

“Yes, your mother is dead, and now, she is in front of you,” reply Fana Ismi is unable to stem the tears. “Mal, I'm happy to see you've grown up, become a handsome man like your father. Although, I saw you from the eyes of a ghost. I also thank Mas Anggi Kusuma, Mal. Although he did not keep his promise, but he has been caring for you lovingly like his own child. Mal, my love for you, is only a mother's affection for her child, not the affection of lovers.”

“No!” pekik Kumal heard that. “You are my lover, and forever will be my lover.”

“Mal,” continued Fana Ismi does not shine Kumal greeting. “You remember, when we were in your father's grave and I said goodbye to your father?”

I must have remembered that. I thought, Pretty Ghosts are going to disappear. But apparently not. He remained on this earth and lived with Kumal.

“I didn't disappear, did I? Ha-ha, I forgot, Mal. I forgot that my unresolved world affairs were not saying goodbye to my affair. My unresolved world affairs are ..” Fana Ismi sobbed barely able to continue her words. “My unresolved world's course is to say goodbye to my son. Goodbye, Kumal, goodbye. Don't forget to eat yes, let's get big.” quickly

“No, no, no,” ragau Kumal while shaking his head. He saw the body of the Beautiful Ghost become flakes of light. The fragments were so small and one by one flew into the sky and disappeared. “Wait, wait, wait, Fi. Don't go, Fi, don't go. I love you, and I can't live without you,” please Kumal very much.

However, those lights did not pierce. The lights soared, left, and disappeared. That light made the body of Mana Ismi disappear from the face of this earth, go, fly out of nowhere, to heaven? or maybe not.

There is nothing Kumal can do. He cannot fly, nor can he pursue Fana Ismi, who was once his friend, lover, and now his mother.

Kumal can only scream bewailing fate, making the birds in the cemetery fly, as if they are not willing to be near the person who is hurting his heart. Since then, a famous poet named G. Kumal Aksara, claiming to have no life anymore.