AWAKENED
Prologues

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This story is just fictitious. All events that occur are free authors' essays, not actually occurring in the places and locations mentioned......

"For twenty-one years of your life, when do you feel truly alive?"

The question suddenly flashed through his head and the girl directly addressed the other girl next to him. The one spoken to gave a quick glance, confirming the position of his cylindrical glasses while sipping his favorite cappuccino. There's no answer yet. Only the afternoon breeze broke the silence, hinting the two girls to come home soon because it was raining soon.

When moving from the bench on the side of the highway to go to the motorbike that was stuck, then the glasses girl answered the question of her close friend. "Emm, the time of birth is out that way, out of it gor again I live what not."

"Gue once lived. After the time was over, I lost myself," replied Salfa weakly, inviting Kinara's attention which made him void wearing a helmet.

Kinara sighed slowly. "If I could choose, I wouldn't want to be in this world either, Sal. Ribet knows it. But yes, my principles flow. Ntar also passed everything."

Thunder rang out voicing his prowess above the gray sky. A feeling rippled along with it. Salfa held onto his chest, not knowing what other omens he received today. I don't know how many times the anxiety has filled his mind. The girl looked stunned, not moving the position of the hand holding the chest, she made a sound.

"Ra, don't take the road we were on here?" pinta Salfa just like that without him knowing where it came from.

Kinara just frowned, having just installed her helmet lock. "Continue going through where? Which is close is it.. You don't see the rain anymore? I don't want to get rained on!" start Kinara nagging, "that there ntar I scolded Nyokap, Sal. Nih new motor was washed this morning."

Salfa just stared at Kinara who was already sitting on the motor, turning it on to prepare for the gas. "I don't feel good, Ra."

But do not know why, Kinara who had always chosen to give up rather than argue, did not care about Salfa whose face was getting agitated. Some time later, he was not surprised anymore or you could say he was getting used to the habits of Salfa like that. He knew that his best friend was sensitive to everything. It's hard to explain, but it seems, Kinara knew the changes that happened to Salfa would not stop there.

Kinara did not know much about such things, where the intuition grew sharper, and the senses were increasingly honed. But, he believes, that there are indeed some people who are given such advantages by God. Unfortunately, his current tolerance towards Salfa could not work. He was really thinking a lot about his college assignments, so he was not interested in pleasantries and wanted to go home soon.

"Udah come on, ah."

Salfa clucked, then resigned after sitting behind Kinara. "It's the mistress."

"No, it's a drizzle!" reply Kinara who began to panic when the water points fell on the back of his hand that was already on the motorbike steering.

Don't ask, it's clear how Salfa felt at that moment. Getting nervous when Kinara drives the bike at a decent speed. Arriving at the crossroads, just as the motor turned left, a shadow flashed through Salfa's mind. As if, there was a layer attached to his head, it could be clearly felt from the view he saw.

Salfa gripped Kinara's jacket with a sense of extreme dizziness that instantly made his head feel heavy. "Ra.." he said.

That face, inner Salfa. From a distance of about twenty meters, he saw a person with the same face as the shadow that had just flashed. "RA, STOP!!!"

Salfa's shout shocked Kinara and slammed the spontaneous steering. The two girls fell off the bike, sitting on the side of the road. Kinara's forehead even hit the pavement, but thanks to his deft hand holding back, the wound was not fatal. While Salfa's legs were crushed by the motor. Just now Kinara was about to stand up to help Salfa, but a loud muttering voice made him turn his head immediately.

"YAAAAAAAAA!!!"

The screams of the people around accompanied a big motorbike collided with a white van from the opposite direction, before finally the motorbike bounced and hit the pedestal right next to the collision.

Yeah, that pedangan. That fellow. The owner of that face.

Salfa, who was also shouting, became hysterical. Until now he did not know where he got the strength to pull his feet from the bike. He immediately ran closer. Passing through a car that spontaneously stopped because there was an accident in front of him. Looking at the pitiful sight with her own eyes, Salfa sat stiffly. Kinara who followed him sat down to calm her best friend.

"Those fathers popped into my head, Ra! WHY AM I, RA??!!!" salfa said hysterically, not caring about the confusion of people who are in shock with the accident that occurred. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME, RA??!!"

Kinara himself was still confused and speechless. The accident happened right near him. If the bike still drove five meters, he and Salfa must have been hit by the bike. A few seconds later, people started helping them, pulling over. A warteg owner there gave water to Salfa and Kinara.

"Neng, thank goodness it's okay. I saw that you fell first just before the incident" said the curly-haired mothers, the owner of the warteg.

Kinara had already mastered himself enough. But not with Salfa. The girl still looked in shock, just like a dazed person. Kinara can only give understanding because he does not know how to. "Sal, calm down. I know I'm not in your position but at least, please, I beg you…"

"Lo won't understand, Ra." That's all Salfa can say.

It was completely inconceivable to Kinara that a Salfa would utter such a sentence. He knew that his best friend did not like when someone said the sentence just now. You wouldn't understand that for Salfa is a boomerang. Speech from someone who is trying to understand and understand the situation of others, even reply with such checkmate sentences that seem to attack and oppose the understanding of others all-out.

The drizzle has now become a heavy rain spot. Accompanying the return of a man who works to connect life with the potluck. That broken hand, the blood flowing profusely from the ear united with the rainwater, becoming a dreadful sight for everyone watching. Prayers began to soar into the sky which was also crying, sharing the sliced heart that saw the harshness that befell the old man whose face was my face.

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The clock is rolling, time is continuing. Since eleven o'clock last night, Kinara has been horrendous with the arrival of two male friends at her house. Kinara himself is actually not sure, this birthday surprise will make his best friend happy, considering the terrible incident that occurred this afternoon is still reflected in his memory.

"said friend? This is your best friend want a birthday, not very excited lo?" chirp Gopal just like that.

"You know so well, Pal!" suhut Vin while ringing, while lighting a cigarette. "Great here used to be a distraction from modusin kids."

Vin. Vinandi Ahmad Baskoro's. His first name was the reason why he preferred to be called 'Vin' only. Although almost all his friends still call him Vina with the intention of mocking who did not forget to add the frills of 'Mbak' in front of him. And the other young man who followed sat next to him at this time, was Naufal Akmalul Hisham. Gopal is his nickname. But do not imagine Gopal here like a character in the Boboiboy cartoon. They're different.

Gopal deliberately came early because it was he who was mandated by Vin to prepare a birthday cake because Gopal's sister had a famous cake shop throughout Jakarta. While Vin and Kinara prepare all the small decoration needs to be installed in the Salfa house later. Now it was only half an hour away, so they decided to go to Salfa's house only.

"Just sat down, too, and he stood up!" tukas Gopal upset because Vin who had offered a cigarette, so followed by sitting instead up. "Well, why, Vin? I mean, I really did see his face from earlier?"

Kinara. "Who told you to look at me?"

"Udah-ud. Don't bother him keep lo, Pal! Abis really ltar same me!" vin said he did not want to linger.

The only girl there was stunned for a moment to hear Vin say. The little thump that washed it back. Although many times he had told himself that they were friends since childhood and more things would not happen, still when drowning in feelings like now, someone will forget what he said to himself.

"Udah ah, come on," said Kinara who chose to walk first.

It did not take long because Kinara house was five houses away from Salfa house. The three men had apparently been awaited by Salfa's mother, Nilam. Since yesterday, Kinara has asked for permission and asked for help. With great care, they prepared decorations. Even Salfa's younger brother who is now sitting on the High School bench also helped because he had not slept. While the head of the family who was none other than Salfa's father, rested in his room.

From the other side of the wall that becomes the separation between spaces, a person lies on his side with tears falling down his pillow. Listen to the voices of people in the living room. He glanced at the rectangular wall clock above the bedroom door, then moved as he wiped his tears and tidied his curly hair.

"Well, no surprise, njir!” gopal grumbled with a volume of sound that invited Vin's hand to smother him.

"There's someone sleeping in this house, Nyet!" furious Vin. "Lo's voice can not, do not need to be like a mother-emak boarding?"

Everyone looked at each other speechlessly with their heads either regretting Salfa coming to the living room before being awakened, or because of the girl's strange and undefined expression. The big clock in the living room then clinks though not so loud. The day has changed. Nilam immediately stepped closer to his eldest son.

Salfa just stared flatly at his mother. No need to guess what else to say.

"Happy birthday. It's been twenty-one years now. May your age bring blessing yes, Brother," said Nilam and hugged Salfa for a moment.

"Happy birthday, brother," continued Wira, his sister.

Kinara handed the birthday cake to Vin because she felt something was wrong with Salfa. Vin also without thinking strangely immediately received the chocolate tart cake. "Happy birthday, Sal. Cepean pray, we amenin," he said.

Seeing Salfa who was still silent, made Nilam feel that maybe his daughter could not be free to express when there was him. "Yes, this is actually a young man's business. Aunty mah wants to go back to the room," he said then continued his sentence to Salfa, "later if friends come home do not forget the door lock, brother?"

"The cake for me, sister…!" wira said when he almost entered his room which was next to Salfa's room.

Now, leaving four people who are clumsy because there is no word of conversation at all.

"Come, Sal, pray!" sahut Gopal then started the conversation. "Ntar if over time I doain you know, use a letter yasiin. Wanna?"

"Hus! What mouth mercon new year anyway? From nyeploooos!" sahut Kinara's. The attention of the girl then turned to Salfa who was still silent. Their eyes met, and it seemed, Kinara knew the intent of that cold gaze.

"Who told you to do this?" salfa asked ketus and stabbed. His voice vibrates. Actually, it's not because his mind was fucked about this afternoon. He can control himself again. But this, about something else. The only thing Kinara knew. The reason why a Salfania Adistha hated birthdays so much.

"Please go home," continued Salfa who a moment later turned around but his hand was held back by Vin. "Please! Home now. There's nothing to hide!"

And so finally the failed celebration from the beginning ended. Without a second thought, Salfa went straight into the room. Didn't even heed what her mother said, to lock the door when it's done. How do you lock the door? The living room alone still leaves a look at each other from one person to another.

Kinara sighed slowly. "Gue told you from the beginning you had this idea. Salfa will not want to accept," he said while rubbing his face.

"Twice birthday, Ra. I don't think he'll do that anymore. Why the hell is he?" vin's reply could no longer contain his frustration.

Meanwhile, for the first time, a Gopal shows signs of sanity. "St! I told you not to talk out loud. Umm, this one's got a house on break. Back to Kinara's house, yuk. Don't talk here."

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The cold air penetrated in, coming into Salfa's chest in the early hours of today. It was two o'clock, but he still hadn't closed his eyes. There was so much he thought, including feelings that he was familiar with. Yes, feel the room crowded, as if a group of masses were crowded into the room measuring four times four meters.

"Gue knows you're here even though I can only fret. But please, go. This time it was. I want to be alone," said Salfa with puffy eyes because of crying a lot.

It's not strange for some people to cry about anything that happens in this world. One thing alone can bring other things that have been missed to return to the present. Regrets, failures, losses, everything. No one really understands that man is the most perfect creation of God. Just look, the world that has never been separated from this problem, they still face it every day. Studying, working, socializing. Everything is still running no matter how much pain they hold.

Everything is for one thing. Blissfulness. One word that means all kinds of things from different points of view. Some people are happy is wealth. Some are happy is peace of heart even though his life is lacking. There is also something happy about love and belonging. Some are happy in the form of a special connection with the Almighty. Happiness is different for everyone. And for Salfa, his happiness was gone. Happiness for Salfa is trust.

Tok tok…

The sound of knocking shocked the girl who was propping up her chin on her study table. When he looked, there was no sound. All quiet. For a moment, only the night wind could be heard in Salfa's ears. Realizing that her room was no longer crowded, the girl stood right in the middle of the room. Turning his body in any direction, feeling again that it was true the void was real. Where are those I can't see? Where'd it go?

Tok tok…

Again, Salfa's attention was turned to the source of the sound: the window of his room. A second later it was like a stone was thrown at the same spot and almost made her scream. "W-who's there?"

"I…"

DEG! For whatever sake, that frail, weak voice shrunk and instantly made the fur behind Salfa's neck and hands stand up. The girl covered her mouth with one palm as she could hardly believe what she had just heard. It was not the voice of his father, nor the voice of his grandfather, nor of his younger brother. That voice, was a foreign voice that he had never heard.

It took Salfa some time to muster up the courage to get close to the window of his room like now. Slowly, he opened it. As if preparing for all the consequences that will occur.

Again, the girl opened her mouth wide because a father was standing right in front of her. "Who's father? W-why is it in my house?" tanya Salfa stammered.

"Help me.." said the father who is not at all known to Salfa. "Tell my family…"

"b-tell what? Whose father?!" reply Salfa this time with a slightly elevated tone because it no longer knows what happened and who the person with the simple green t-shirt is. The fathers, arguably already aged, had almost white hair overall.

Fearing that it was a person who would mess around in her house, Salfa immediately took the initiative of closing the window. "Sorry, Sir. You scared me" Salfa honestly closed the wooden window that had two leaves. Lock it up tightly and carefully.

Just as he turned around and walked a single step, a memory seemed to return into his head. The face that he did not think he had ever seen, suddenly became a familiar face. Yes, now Salfa remembers it. But instead it made his chest as if pressed until his body weakened and almost collapsed onto the floor. He was holding on to the study table right next to the window.

Salfa's eyes closed, feeling a great sense of shock. With the push of a unanimous determination to ascertain what he remembered, deftly the girl turned back and immediately opened the window. It turned out that the fathers were still there, smiling. However, the old man's face turned pale, and gradually turned white. In the sudden rush of blood pouring from his temple and nose. Then one of his hands bends and swings from the base of the elbow.

Not wrong anymore. That was the accident victim this afternoon. The man who had been shaking his mind all day yesterday. The ill-fated hawker.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA…!!!!"

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