Women At the End of the Dusk

Rafka's Sorrow

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..."That's not direct....

...There's a phase of being hurt, forced, then used to."...

Four days passed, no time without a video call. Different five hours make both must be smart to manage time.

The longing is not over because it is blocked by a distance that stretches too long. Warm dekap the pujaan teramat didamba. However, the pseudo-shadow is brewed in a cup of coffee that still puffs up smoke and it has to be swallowed even if it is difficult.

From the table in the corner of the cafe, a slice of black pupils belonging to Alham met with a pair of views and locked for a while until deheman he took out and chose to chat back with his best friend.

"Ah, it feels like coming home soon" said Alham.

"I think I missed the news" said the king.

The two chatted without burden. Meanwhile, on one side Rafka who accidentally saw his former lecturer trying to hold a lump of meat in his chest that felt torn because of the past.

A poignant concubine is suddenly present piercing Rafka's heart niche. He who began to get used to living without his former lover immediately returned to the shadow of the memory of the past. "Look away." The pat on his shoulder made him go up in shock.

"Eh, Bang."

"I called you earlier too. Come on, join the table over there. It just so happens that they are Indonesian." The grip of a hand that is so strong pulling makes Rafka can not fight.

Ilyas who was from the toilet overheard a short chat between Alham and Raja. He did not know that Alham was his brother-in-law and rival of Rafka.

The pain again sliced the heart that was once broken. A sincerity may be spoken, but not with feeling. Rafka tries to dampen the dark story that is imagined in the eye. Ikhlas is just a lie that he uttered as an antidote to his pain and scratched the roar.

"Hi, Rafka. How are you?" rafka asked, shaking hands.

The outstretched hand of her ex-lover's husband was forced to accept, though inside the chest raged with immeasurable pain. Some were overflowingly asking to yawn out of the stifling labyrinth that had all this time been covered. His lips are confused even just for good speech.

A pat on his shoulder pulled him back out of the shadows of the past. "Oh, yes. I'm good," he replied.

He then switched to shaking hands with Raja— friend and assistant Alham— and smiled awkwardly.

"You know each other?" Ilyas was confused, because he did not know that the two people in front of him were his brother's past and future.

"Yes, Rafka is my former student. I can't wait to see you here" replied Alham.

"really. I thought I was not Indonesian. But, after hearing the language, I knew. So, I think we're one table and getting acquainted might be even better." Ilyas said while sipping his coffee that had been cold.

Half an hour feels like a long time for Rafka. He kept quiet and chimed in the conversation between the three men in front of him briefly.

"I'll pick up the phone first." Alham asked for permission and immediately stayed away when he got a nod from them.

Should he shout the pain that gnawed at him when he met Alham? 'Why does it still hurt, O God?' ask in the heart. Unable to stand the explosion of pain, he resigned himself first.

He looked up, staring at the falling snow spots on his frail body. Clear liquid escaped from behind his eye pellet. There are a million unspoken words, a million unexpressible feelings, and a million memories that cannot be repeated. Pain should still be enjoyed even though it should be in a desolate, uninhabited labyrinth.

Rafka realized, too deep he dived in the sea of love that he made himself. Pursue one name stuck in the bottom, but it's not as strong as a reef. One name that he thought would be a pearl, in fact, now incarnate thorns on the edge of the heart and pierced viciously.

Now, his love can no longer be grasped even if only limited to the past. Sweet memories become dark together last night wrapped in blankets of hope. His love had completely turned away and there were no more words to each other.

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The goddess of the night greeted, but the snow outside as if there were no tired words to fight each other to get to the ground.

Two men of different ages were in the same room. The change was evident in Ilyas's eyes when Rafka left first. Rafka as if there was no spirit. "Ka, why are you so quiet?" ask Ilyas.

"It's okay, Bang. I'm just a little less feeling well" said Rafka.

"Have you taken your medicine?" Rafka nodded weakly.

Tonight, he chose to stay over because he was lazy to return home. He wanted someone to accompany him in enjoying every invisible wound.

Nothing is eternal in the world, other than the love of the Creator, even the love that he embeds in the name of Azalia Atmadja must be relinquished because of the destiny that divides. Too sick indeed mengikhlaskan the most beloved people together with other men.

"Rafka, what is it with you like Alham? Look at you like you're uncomfortable until you get home first. Tell me, brother will help you as much as you can" said Ilyas.

The believing Rafka finally tells him who Alham is and what's between them. "He's not just my former lecturer, Bang. But, he's the husband of my ex-lover." Alham's breath felt stuck in the throat. He tried to finish the sentence with great difficulty.

"Sorry, you don't know. I'm sorry, because your brother has to go back to imagining your past, Ka."

"The gate is not wrong. I'm the one who's wrong for still keeping this love tight for a married woman. I was still busy running after the false shadow that was in front of my eyes, even though he was far behind because I left him. This pain is the consequence of my optimist who still expects that his love is really only for me. Don't blame yourself because this is purely my fault, Bang," Rafka said at length in a discordant tone of voice.

Rafka chose to curdle and try to knit pieces of pain that are still felt in his dream. Meanwhile, Ilyas no longer said much and let the man younger than a few years from him was lulled in his sleep.

'O Allah, make my pain a joy even in a dream. Make me a strong man of this destiny I do not oppose. I believe your plan is better than mine. Let him be with his happiness and me with pain that I do not know when it will pass, Rafka prayed in my heart.

He finally drifted in deep thought and hoped that when he woke up the pain that hit his heart was just a dream.

...to be continued .......

Thanks to those who stand by in this story.

This story is just a result of the merge, so just enjoy the plot.

MAYBE some more parts will really end. New maybe yes, because it all depends on the idea that came up🤭

Healthy always y'all🥰