Yeah'Aburnee

Prologues

Yeah'Aburnee, cuz I love you.

He said, the man has been created in agreement with destiny, whether it is colored with happiness or sorrow, which certainly will taste bland when there is no stain on it, whether it is bitter or sweet, whether it is bitter, all we do is run it, right? no matter how often we regret and cry, laugh and be happy, it is all in vain.

hey who said it was useless?! yes, one of you may think so, thinking that life is just a game, then what is life for if it ends in death? to be honest, I was confused, but that was fate.

Not in vain, really, we are an open book, which tells the story of life on its white paper, whose book? obviously we have a god, we have only his pencil, who has the power to write the plot only god, then when the story is finished, the book closes, don't think we really disappear after that, because God has the book, he said, which he kept as a memory by the people he left behind, who told him that, he ever existed.

And Syeila, the girl just glanced back, reminiscing about a time when she did not realize it, maybe today she was regretting it, disappointed? surely, but one day, he may accept it, remembering it as something that once existed and will be kept.

Silence, the sound of laughter and jokes that always echoed was no longer heard in all corners, completely vanished leaving behind an unusual void and sorrow after everyone began to get used to anything related to him.

The TV that lit up even just looked at him without life, while all his brain contents floated at the moments where he was the one who was most excited to watch it, but in the past, when he was still there.

Her eyes blinked a few times when unknowingly the teardrops slid just like that without her permission, the girl tried to turn her eyes the other way, looking for something interesting and perhaps could take her mind a little bit off, but then his gaze fell on the television remote that was on the table, making it powerless to hold back tears that were blocked, the shadow of the figure he was trying to divert from his mind was even more struggling to fill his head.

Wh why? why is it that even when he is no longer beside him the figure still interferes with his life? because Syeila is conscious, the girl loved him so much that whatever he met around every corner reminded him of the annoying figure who made his days full of maski chaos finally grew into the seeds of love that he still confessed.

“Laaa..” The voice call again buzzed loudly in his head, as if the sound was indeed real.

Sheila closed her ears and closed her eyes hoping that the sound could be a little disguised, could the effects of loss could be as severe as this even almost make it crazy, as far as this figure is for the life of Sheila?

“Enough! enough!” his screams with tears breaking.

The girl sobbed loudly powerless to hold her chest tight, her gaze blurred as a male figure approached her worriedly.

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Syeila Anandita Salsabila, the girl with tiny lips was incessantly saying the oath of absorption that she gave to a biker who almost grazed her earlier, because the mistake was not entirely on the biker, but on the biker, because the fact is that Sheila walked too far into the highway, which put herself at risk.

But she was Sheila, the stubborn girl who never wanted to be refuted, a little annoying indeed, especially when she was in such an ugly mood as this time, forced to walk to her home after school, after coming home, to be honest, it hated Syeila the most, but what else?

In addition to stubbornness she is also a careless girl, leaving her provisions when going to school, as a result here she is, walking ogah-ogahan along the road with a face bent upset.

“Everything is wrong!” his screams brushed off a leaf that happened to perch on his hair, enough to attract the attention of some other riders who passed by, how could a leaf he blame as the source of his misfortune?

Sheila smiled clumsyly when she realized her strange stupid behavior, then walked in a hurry, hoping to get home soon and end her day of misfortune.

But who would have thought, it seems that misfortune did not end in that second, her two beautiful eyeballs were immediately perfectly rounded watching the scene that made her panic half to death, what should she do now?

There, a black man with a skull covering his head, stood near the bridge barrier under which was a river, one of his legs he raised between the road's dividers, and the other side of the road, just like the horror films that often Sheila watched in a cinema, with scenes of suicide, then floated into the inhabitants of this bridge, could be his friend the sweet bridge ancol, the bridge, but this isn't diancol.

What the fuck? syeila thought, should she witness a real-world suicide? it was inconceivable that he would have such a disaster, with himself as a witness who witnessed the incident clearly, he said, and after that the police will call him as a witness with questions that he can not answer plus the sweat that flooded his body, which after that makes him feel haunted every day when it comes to crossing that bridge, excessive thinking indeed.

His heart was pounding, his steps as if stifled, no! sheila should not have witnessed it, the girl covered her face with both hands.

”I did not see..I did not see.” He muttered, but a second later he reopened his hand and a loud scream escaped from his tiny mouth.

“DON't!!”