Women At the End of the Dusk

Red Ground Mounds

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..."Everyone has their own destiny. The star you see is not always bright and always will be. If you can not be a star, then try to be the twilight that is always present even for a moment. His lost willingness behind the back of the night is a true form of sincerity."...

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The mound of red earth and still wet made a painful incision in Alham's heart. The beloved wife must dwell in the knitting of prayer in eternity. Just now that hope he woke up, now had to run aground because fate was not on his side.

His hands stretched out, wiping the sign with the name of his wife. The black ink notch seemed to add to the darkness of his troubled soul. He still did not expect his wife to leave so soon. Wet lines on both cheeks illustrate how painful the pain is.

Raised the orange sky Azalia peacefully underground. Leaving a million wounds that cannot be revealed. Died a memory that is hard to describe. That strong and forgiving figure had been far from the side of Alham.

'Be there, baby. Forgive me for not being able to make you happy until the end of your life. I. .. I don't know what to say but an apology. But now everything feels free. You have gone and are returning. Is this the punishment you gave me? It was so hard for me to live, ' Inner Alham screamed pain not received with all this.

The mourners had left a while ago, left behind Alham, Sesil, and their parents who stared at the piles of earth before their eyes. "Al, we're home, yuk. It's getting dark" said Mama Tina.

Alham. It was like a body without life after Azalia's departure. He hoped this was just a dream. However, the gentle rubbing on his shoulders signified that this was real and it increasingly made him feel claustrophobic. His body trembled, he cried silently as he lowered his head on the tomb board.

The appearance of the man wrapped in grief was extremely alarming. His shirt and pants were covered in dirt, his hair was no longer neatly arranged, and his eyes were puffy. Both of his parents were very sorry. Especially Mama Lana. Never had his son been this upset before.

"Take him, son. He will be sad to see you like this. Papa doesn't blame you for Azalia's departure. It's God's will and we're all going there, but in a different way." Papa Bayu chimed in.

Alham slowly straightened his body and looked up at Sesil who was beside Mama Lana. Highlight his eyes were sharp, as if there was a sharp object ready to stab the opponent ruthlessly in front of him. He stood up and stepped closer to Sesil who looked terrified.

"You! You've made my wife go away for good!" The sound of Alham like a whisper made Sesil afraid.

"Alham, let's talk at home, yeah. This is already ge–" Mama Tina's speech interrupted by Alham.

"No, Ma! I'm not going home because my wife is here. I have to accompany her, she will definitely be lonely if we all go, Ma!" Alham roared and re-hugged his wife's tombstone.

"Dear not be like this. Aware, Azalia has left, we must move on with our lives. He's gonna get sicker seeing you like this." Mama Tina's crying broke because Alham was like losing her sanity.

Red rose petals really make his heart feel crumbled hit by a large chunk of stone. He remembers never once giving flowers to Azalia. Now, the flower should be a blanket of red earth mounds in front of it. Azalia place.

He began to recapture his memory to be strong and patient. Without saying a word, Alham got up and left the funeral first. Then, followed by those who are still there.

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Alham sat on the dresser chair and looked at all kinds of products his wife often used. He stared in silence, in a gaping wound growing wider, and the tightness that was squeezing the chest.

Only a few hours left, Alham is like a body without life. His spirit went with his wife. His love and hope kino lives a pseudo shadow.

His hand stretched out to pick up Azalia's perfume and inhaled its scent in a heartbreaking sounding cry. 'Why the punishment you give is so painful, dear. Can't you just go back and hit me? The pain is very difficult for me to express.'

Alham could only be inward, his lips felt faint to speak. Everything feels hard and bland. The shadow of his wife who smiled from the balcony makes Alham again confined by the tightness that increasingly slips at the bottom of the heart.

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Knitted seconds crochet the clock and dark gradually light. Alham awoke from his sleep from feeling a gentle rubbing on his shoulder.

"Alham, why are you sleeping here, son?" mama Tina asked because she saw Alham sleeping while sitting down at the dresser.

Alham just stared without saying. Alham's tears had dried up, but the sorrow in his heart was still rampant. Not until a day he was abandoned Azalia, but his life has been chaotic.

"You have breakfast first, yes." - Mama Tina.

The middle-aged woman patiently faced her son who was still overwhelmed with great sorrow. Meanwhile, Alham was still silent then moved to bed and closed.

"Eat if you are hungry. Mama get out first."

Alham turned his head, staring at the food that was on the nightstand without interest. He remembered his wife again. 'Can I live without you, baby? You haven't been gone in a day, I look so pathetic. I feel like I'm losing my way because my goal is you. My spirit has also taken you away. Please don't torture me any worse. I hope this is just a dream, come when I open my eyes, ' Alham said in his heart.

His soul and body were tired in the face of fate. The foundation is not as firm as a coral, the strands of prayer are not as strong as a branch, everything is destroyed swept away by a storm, then lost to the weed.

...-TAMAT-I...

Message from the author, appreciate every second that passes because we do not know, when will return to His side.

Do not always wait for results, but are not good at appreciating the process.

*Stay spirit of life.✨

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