Dusk Above the Horizon
Millions yearning
Back to the past.
17 Years ago.
Hospital xxxxxxx.
The young Gunawan looked at the woman who was at the end there with a man who was guiding him, there was a rumble in his chest that he could not bear, millions of longings struck him, millions of longings struck him, no matter how many years passed, when his own longing was almost never able to be contained in his chest.
In his prayers he always prayed, humming the hope in the heart that he knew could be impossible hope, but who would have thought the impossibility he hoped for was suddenly granted.
He looked at the sad and sweet face that was clearly not okay, the pale helplessness that was now moving onto the wheelchair.
I don't know what happened to the woman on the other end, who was her first love.
the man eventually moved slowly to his feet forward while his gaze did not escape from the figure he always longed for, the male's lips trembled as the distance that lay docked to the point of hope.
"Rasty?"
He spoke, looking at the woman who now looks like a withered flower without knowing the reason, Gunawan tried to hold back tears when he saw the beautiful figure in front of him.
The woman turned her head, staring at the voice that mentioned her name, the man who led her earlier disappeared into one room to meet someone.
Once aware of who had come, the woman called Hesty was instantly shocked, covering her mouth with both of her palms.
"Huh?"
Imagine how the feeling of the woman who looked at the man who was now standing in front of her, I don't know how long time passed, the man in front of her still looks handsome even though he has been consumed by age.
"What's going on?"
A line of questions darted behind Gunawan's lips, he looked at the woman in front of him with teary eyes.
The woman is pale, helpless, the surface of the eyes looks blackened with a frail body and not okay.
Instead of answering Gunawan's words, the woman developed her smile, millions of longings hit her, if only there was no story of Juna, maybe now they are together, he said, retracing their own stories in different versions and having children according to the dreams they once designed.
The reality is that man can only plan, but Allah is decisive.
"You're more mature than the last time we were together"
Rasty spoke, trying to gently touch Gunawan's face, the man shed his tears, looked longingly at the woman, let Rasty's hand touch her face, the man closed his eyeballs, the man closed his eyes, Letting his hands touch the soft hands of the woman who always stands firmly in the singasana of his heart.
Can they let go of the longing? to the person who has been owned by someone else? it feels like Gunawan drowned himself in the woman who once made him fall awake in love that is not conveyed.
"i miss you"
Gunawan spoke, letting the beautiful hand warmly touch his cheek while closing his eyeball in a million longings.
Rasty did not reply, looking at Gunawan's face for some time, allowing himself to sink into a deep longing.
"Pa?"
Suddenly a call surprised them.