Adult Zone
7. Ballad of Eliana Gilda

...BALLAD ELIANA GILDA...

...Written by David Khanz...

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Music plays softly, echoing in the corners of the party. Mingling with the invited guests present filled the reception room. Equipped with flickering decorative lights neatly arranged between sheets of pink decoration cloth and bouquet of flowers. While a couple of brides were busy receiving a line of greetings and blessings on the pelaminan, while ceaselessly spreading a smile as charming as nan. A magnificent wedding between Alvaro and Eliana. Two people are beautiful and worth it, but age is far from expected. How not? The figure of the beautiful bride who was fair skinned, was actually in her sixty years. In contrast to the man beside her who was only thirty years old. However, it does not seem at all double the difference between them. They both look young and old.

In another corner, an old man named Frans sat pensively, aloof, with cigarette sticks billowing between his fingers. I don't know how many puffs of nicotine smoke fill the lungs, until the occasional cough rises from his dry mouth and blackened lips. The sharp gaze of the man leads to the lewd. It was as if he was about to skin someone alive there. Eliana Da Costa's. New daughter-in-law, wife of his son, Alvaro Da Costa.

“Hei, Frans!” call out one surprising voice accompanied by a pat on the old man's shoulder.

Frans. “Oh, you're Danny. Make me surprised,” said Frans while smiling wryly.

Daniel Curtin, a man of Francisco Jose Da Costa's age, threw a glass of wine at him. “Why? You also want to be like your son, Duda Lapuk?”

Frans frowned after receiving sodoran from his friend. “No need to mock me like that, Dan,” he later added. “I'm just enjoying my new role as the in-law of my son's wife.”

“Cool, Man. It’s only a joke,” sergeant Danny back pat Frans shoulder. Then he sat next to her and watched the look on the face of the father hajat. “Are you alright?”

“I’m just fine ... “ replied Frans followed by a puff back of his cigarette. Silent for a while, until then he pointed at the guarantee. “And, take a look at my son-in-law. How old do you think he is?”

“Eliana?”

“Yes. Who else?”

Danny squinted his eyelids. Look at Eliana's figure carefully. “Hhmmm, you're not testing me, ‘kan?”

“Of course not. Consider it ... just a game,” Frans replied with a grin. Danny sniffed, but remained focused looking ahead. “Damn it! You always asked me to guess.”

“Imagine it, as if we were betting on getting college girls on a date. You remember that?”

“Shit! You always win the bet, Frans!” curse Danny for a moment, remembering their badung times.

Frans chuckles.

“The question is still the same ‘kan?” Danny started to concentrate. Answer Frans, “Sure. You haven't answered it, man.”

Danny's forehead wrinkled. A few days later, he tried to guess. “Hhmmm, you want to set me up? Of course, Eliana's age was with your son, Alvaro. Right ‘kan? Hehehe.”

Frans shook his head. “Asolely wrong!”

“You’re kidding me, Old Man. Aren’t you?!”

“I am not.”

Danny squinted back his eyelids. Look at the wonder of his best friend since sitting in college first. “Just look at the face of him and your son. Not much different. Maybe younger, or it could be a little old on it.”

Frans drank a little wine. Then look at Danny for a moment. “Fixed wrong, man. Your guess sucks.”

“Then, how old do you think he is?” Danny curious.

Starting with a meaningful smile, Frans replied, “As with us, Dan.”

Danny's eyes widened. “Excuse. You serious?”

Frans nodded. “I am.”

“But how?”

Frans returned to grinning. “Because I mean that .. age of your own wife, Dan.” The old man also laughed.

“O, ****! What the *** are you talking ‘bout?” Although a little upset because he had beaten his friend, Danny also laughed.

“Yes, it's true. Because I noticed, from earlier your wife looked around directly at us, Friend,” said Frans pointed to the whereabouts of Danny's wife by moving her eyeballs.

“Leave it. Irene is a jealous type of woman.”

“Included against me?”

“Yes, to anyone. Moreover, you long widowed. Maybe he thought, you've veered.”

“Sial!”

It was Danny's turn to laugh. Satisfied. “True, to me no problem, Frans. You’re still my best friend. But not to be the object of fulfilling your deviant biological orientation. Haha.”

No. gabe. Francisco Jose Da Costa is not that kind of man. Long before getting to know and marry his late wife, Mariana, he had a close relationship with another beautiful woman. Her name was Eliana Gilda.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The beautiful girl was still sitting on her own in a gust of nature. Her black hair was beautifully dyed by the wind. Seeing the astonished beauty of Serra da Estrela spoiled the eyes. Sometimes his smile broke while reading a white paper with his hands.

'Linda tarde no final do her, voltarei para cumprir minha promessa. Juntos and juntos para cumprir uma promessa de navegar em nossos planos de amor no futuro. Espere por mim no lugar onde nos conhecemos. Estrela.'

Marked underneath it a name belonging to a man, Francisco.

Eliana knew, it wasn't the first time she read the letter. I don't know what I've been doing since I got there this afternoon. His desire to replay the series of sentences from worship men, is still so great. As if always thirsty for whispers wailing a heavy voice Francisco, in the middle of a lovable oasis.

As written in the letter, Frans will come bearing the tidings of his liking. The proposal? It's probable. Of all the time that has been passed together, this is the end of the journey of the love of two pairs of people, into one sacred bond under the Asma’ God.

Yes, Mount Estrela with a wide lake curve suspended overflow of fresh water. It was there that Frans and Eliana met. By accident? Sure didn't. Because the life line from the sky is never wrong. Because of this, they plan to unite both hearts in the same place.

With a hopeful pounding, Eliana faithfully awaits the coming of the lover. Until nature turns dark. Black adorns every look. Not once did Frans seem to arrive to fulfill the promise. The man disappeared not knowing the jungle or the news or the news. Clearly, that had left a deep sense of disappointment for Eliana.

Armed with pain in the heart, the beautiful girl was forced to go home empty. Tracing the path of the mountain area in the middle of the pitch. Following the direction of the foot steps accompanied by a languid gait, also a cold greeting piercing the pores of the body. Until then, Eliana's screams broke the silence splitting the sky, as her body floated and rolled violently on the steep hill of Estrela.

“You are in the hospital, Miss,” the nurse replied as soon as Eliana asked hysterically. “Someone has ushered you here in a state of unconsciousness. Be thankful, because God still wants you to live.”

“Someone? Who is he?” ask Eliana back.

The nurse shrugged her shoulders. “Sweetest. We are not allowed to tell you, Miss.”

“At least?”

“Sorry, we have promised before.”

‘Could it be Francisco? Ah, it's impossible. The man never came to fulfill his promise,’ said Elinana then cried alone sobbing sedan.

Disappointed over the disbelief of the lover, decided Eliana to close her heart to Frans. At the same time undergo therapy to quickly leave the stifling room.

Incongruity also happens. Since the accident in the hills of Serra da Estrela, Eliana's body has never aged. Years passed, the girl still looked young like thirty years old. The age at which he was lying almost dead in the cold. From a health expert who was met, it is suspected that Eliana had hypothermia.

Decades on, Eliana enjoys her life in solitude. Until then, a young man managed to renege on the vow to remain a virgin until the end of his life. Alvaro, so usual Eliana called. He's in love. The second man who was able to make her enjoy the continued beauty of life. Recreate old wounds that have just dried up.

Alvaro is the only child of his girlfriend. Francisco Jose Da Costa.

“Please, I'm sorry, Ana. I'm sorry,” pinta Frans.

Eliana took off Frans' fingers. “Maybe I could have forgiven you, Frans. But knowing reality like this, for God's sake, I'll never be able to.”

“I myself do not know, why this should happen. Especially with you, Ana. Not one bit you changed. Just like I knew you. While me? You saw it yourself ‘kan? I've turned old, Ana,” Frans said. “I don't deserve to be with you.”

“No, Frans! I'd better get out of both of you're lives! I hate to see you!”

“Eliana, once again I beg you. It's for my son. Alvaro,” refer Frans. “He loves you very much. So far no woman has been able to make him fall in love. In addition to his late mother and .. you.”

“Frans ...your wife?” Eliana approached Frans.

“Yes, Alvaro left his mother when he was a teenager. He never stopped praising and missing his mother. Up to now. Then you came, he turned. In fact, I myself often made him jealous.”

“Frans.”

“At least, if you're willing to get married. There are two men who will love you at once. From your past and for your future. Amazing, isn't it?”

Eliana hugged Frans tightly. The crying spilled there. “I'm ready, Frans. For your sake, Alvaro, and also myself.”

Frans was crying. Blissfully.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Your son and daughter-in-law are here, Frans,” whispered Danny waving a flashback of Francisco. He hurried to leave them.

The old man wiped away his tears.

“Hai, Pah! Why are you still here? The invited guests have already returned home,” Alvaro said as he approached. “Do not Papah have to take medicine and rest immediately?”

Frans smiled. “Papah still wants to be here, son. Seeing the two of you happy there,” Frans replied while pointing at the guarantee with a glance at his eyes.

Eliana grabbed the hand of her husband, Alvaro. “Honey, let me take Papah to the room.”

Alvaro smiled back. “Alright, Honey. In that case, I take the guests first to the front, as well as convey thank you.”

“I'll be waiting for you in the room,” timpal Eliana while landing a kiss on Alvaro's lips. “I love you, Honey.”

“I too, Darling.”

After Alvaro's death, Eliana approached Frans.

“Frans, before we spend the bridal night, may I give you a little gift?” ask Eliana.

Frans frowned. “Gift? What will you give me?”

“Not us, but I. From me.”

“Eliana .... “

Slowly Eliana pushed the wheelchair where Frans had been spending her time. Towards the bridal room that has been prepared. Then close the door and lock it tightly.

“Eliana, what are you going to do?” frans asked in surprise as his daughter-in-law began to approach.

Eliana smiled. “Frans, without your help when I was sprawled on the hill of Estrela, maybe I will never live long and enjoy my magic now.”

“The most important thing ‘kan you already know, that I never intend to betray my own promise, Ana.”

“Yes, you've told me before, Frans. You came in late afternoon, but had an accident halfway through. Broken leg. When you heard my screams, you tried to come with the condition still injured. Then I took me to the hospital, and you disappeared immediately because you were ashamed of the deformity in your foot. So?” Eliana put her face closer.

“I'm afraid you won't accept me, Ana. I think only Mariana is willing to accompany my life.” Frans held his breath as Eliana got closer. “But .... “

“You are mistaken, Frans,” whispered Eliana with a puff of breath touching the tip of Frans' nose. “I who used to be, still the same as me who is now in front of you.”

“Eliana ... You?“

“Why, Frans?” ask Eliana raahu. “One day, I will also find an aging Alvaro. Meanwhile, I myself still remain as I am now. What difference?”

“Eliana .... “

The woman just smiled meaningfully.