Candra Kirana
Very Missing

Kiran's head was instantly filled with many questions. Starting from how can Mr. Subarkah get to his house to why he only came alone.

Who should the mountain's caretaker come with?

Kiran sneered at her temple, she completely forgot whether Mr. Subarkah had any special relationship with her until she had to come to her house. He remembered the old man, but could not remember how they knew him.

Then why did Mr Subarkah propose to him? Kiran does not feel familiar with the family of Mr. Subarkah other than Mak Sinah. Or maybe what the motorcycleman said was true, if his son had just returned from abroad? But Kiran did not know Subarkah's son.

“Nak Kiran ..!” greet Mr. Subarkah with special hospitality.

Kiran approached to shake hands as Mr. Subarkah reached out to her. Kiran did not know what to say or ask. He just nodded and smiled clumsyly. Kiran's memory seemed to disappear from her head, so Kiran could not understand why she was happy!

Mr. Subarkah understood Kiran's confusion, so he immediately gave an explanation. “Father came to deliver this bag, you left it in Candra's room!”

"Oh …." Kiran's head as if hit by a godam, a sick reed kepalang. Something slammed into his brain like a mountain storm. Mr. Subarkah's hand grip drains a shaky cold that radiates quickly throughout the body.

Kiran looked at her hand that was still not released by Mr. Subarkah, then Kiran looked up slightly to look at the old face that was smiling at her. "Son Kiran is healthy?"

Kiran gathered her lost memories bit by bit, her confusion began to be answered as the cold all over her body disappeared without a trace. “How are you doing Candra, sir? Why didn't he come here?”

Kiran's father spontaneously massaged his nape, his daughter who had just been touched and forgotten with his ghost lover suddenly remembered again because of the arrival of an old man who claimed to be the mountain's caretaker who climbed Kiran some time ago. The man who also claims to be Candra's father.

Although ridiculous, Kiran's father tried to understand Mr. Subarkah who told him that his work managed the shrine. The name Candra is mentioned as an extraordinary child because it lives in a different nature with her.

“Candra is fine, she is busy so can not visit you!” said Mr. Subarkah did not want to see Kiran disappointed. How could he play the role of a real father by humanizing Candra, the mediating king who orchestrates the cult on his pundits?

The bitter memories of the only son who left her were the reason, to make Mr. Subarkah finally consider Candra as a child.

Candra is so alive and can be invited to communicate, even occasionally want to live in her house that is always quiet. In a way, mediocre who always incarnated as a handsome young man finally filled the empty heart space of Mr. Subarkah for the loss of a son.

The unusual relationship between the child and the father was enjoyed by Mr. Subarkah as part of his work, as well as part of his life.

Mr. Subarkah took out a small bag of white cloth from his pocket, then extended it to Kiran. “It's from Candra, accept!”

Kiran received Pak Subarkah's gift with a carefree heart. Kiran opened the bag of cloth that was quite good and then sparkled when she saw the contents. “Ring?”

"Candra wants Kiran to wear it!" Mr. Subarkah nodded, although his proposal was rejected outright by Kiran's mother, nor was it approved by Kiran's father, but the ring was still given as a memento for Kiran.

Before long, Kiran's new cheerful face slipped the ring on her ring finger dimmed. His father stared in disapproval of Kiran wearing the object on his finger. Kiran had indeed heard that her mother rejected the firm goodwill of Mr. Subarkah, but if the answer did not accept Candra's proposal from her father, Kiran did not hear it.

However, his father would definitely not oppose his mother's decision. Kiran understands that her father's position is always lost in making decisions in their home.

Kiran took back the golden ring with the beautiful red pomegranate stone. With a sad face and a flat smile, Kiran put the Candra giving ring back into the cloth bag, then handed it to Subarkah sir.

Mr. Subarkah nodded in understanding, “Alright if kak Kiran wants that. You also want to go home, it's night!”

"If there's still a chance I'd love to see Candra one more time, sir!" Kiran nodded faintly and left Pak Subarkah who continued his pleasantries with his father in the living room.

Kiran rubbed the dripping tears with the back of her hand as she walked into the room, locking herself inside. That damn young shaman must have put up a magical fence for him so as not to meet Candra. If only Mr. Subarkah had not come and experienced it, maybe Kiran had forgotten her love relationship with Candra.

Remembering the powder box, Kiran opened it to take the round pendant that he had stored there this morning so as not to be asked by Bambang mas. Kiran kissed the locket with tears and heartbreaking sobs.

Slowly, Kiran reused the prusik necklace with the pendant to hang it around her neck. Thus she becomes closer to Candra, her ghost lover.

Kiran hugged her knees as Mr. Subarkah's voice disappeared. The old man left and left his house. Bring along some of Kiran's suddenly desolate soul. Something disappeared from him, changing with a longing that never seemed to be treated.

Kiran really wants to be angry at both parents for not hosting Candra's father well. In fact, Mr. Subarkah treated Kiran very special when she was at his house. It does not seem fair to treat Mr. Subarkah like that, let alone his mother spoke ketus and did not provide drinking water at all.

The knock on the door from his father was ignored, Kiran really did not want to be disturbed, did not want to meet anyone for that moment. Kiran wants to be in the room to vent her sadness by remembering Candra. Because he knew, the next day when mas Bambang visited his house, all his memories about Candra would be eliminated again.

Kiran picked up her diary while still in high school, writing her love story with Candra with tears that did not stop flowing. His sadness dissolved until several hours, until unknowingly there was a sirep air coming and Kiran slept with a diary book.

In the next instant, Kiran's body shivered in coldness for no reason, her little hands groped around to look for a blanket. Niente.

Kiran was forced to open her eyes because the blankets were nowhere near her body. His mouth immediately gaped as he found himself in a different room.

Kiran's eyes blinked several times to adapt to the spacious, beautiful and luxurious room. The large bed that held him was very soft, much different from his bed. Dim yellow room lighting, in harmony with the dark color of the room wall.

Lastly, the fragrant smell of Candra's distinctive ylang extract incense becomes a sweet nuisance in Kiran's sense of smell.

Kiran saw a person standing in front of a large window with black curtains embroidered with gold thread. The white shirt worn was very nice, beautiful like a king robe, waving behind his back as it was blown by the mountain breeze from outside the window. Apparently that condition made Kiran cold.

"Are you awake?" asked the figure without looking at Kiran who was still dazed by her condition.

"Candra?" Kiran stared fixedly at the wide back and the dashing posture she had just missed.

"Yes, it's me!" replied Candra with a sad tone. "I miss you, Kiran, miss you so much!"

Kiran got off the bed as fast as she could, running towards a figure who still did not want to see her.

"Mazur!" Kiran hugged her lover's back with a huge outpouring of longing, with tears dripping from the haru. "I miss you too!"

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