Dusk Belibis
DIARY OF GITA

As previously planned Abhimanyu continued to search for information about the gita in the room size seven times eight square meters.

Almost overnight he circled the bookshelf, yet he was satisfied by the discovery. Her aunt's room was full of books making it difficult for her to find the book she was looking for.

The early morning Azan reverberated along with that Abhimanyu had just found what he was looking for.

Aaaaah! Had felt failed, fortunately he had wanted to go to the restroom, from that angle he could see a book neatly arranged under the couch.

Carrying the piles of books was a small box twice the size of two centi meters or the equivalent of two palms.

Apparently Gita deliberately kept the forged hidden.

Antique teak wood box carved special stone jogja.

I finally found my aunt's diary. Diary book that has been shaped story ...

Here is a piece of the story in early January.. year’2022.

Abhimanyu sighed deeply, his eyes continuously enjoying word for word.

January 1, 2022

That evening gracefully came to me with tears, she hugged me and rested at my feet.

“What's up? “ my question is no wonder.

“*what's beib...” I said again, this time I asked sweetly, I hugged the body when I got there.

At that time we were still in second grade public high school. We are a triumvirate, ‘aku and anggun*’ inseparable companions.

*Marsel is my lover, we have had a relationship since I was in the first grade of Junior High School, and our relationship continued until I was in high school. My mistake was overconfidence, when I sat on the High School bench I introduced gracefully with Marsel. I thought we were best friends, one table, one class, one organization even we often ate a plate together. I can't blame anyone for this heartache, all my faults, not being able to take care of the people I love.

Marsel who was already in college often picked me up and finally the three of us were close. Not one bit I was suspicious of Marsel and graceful who turned out to have a relationship behind me, because we were always together and there was nothing suspicious of them.

Until on the night it gracefully came with her tears, “ada what beib..?’’ I said I don't understand.

The night in heavy rain.

“I'm sorry Gita, I'm sorry..” I'm getting clueless, “gue is pregnant! got pregnant! Gita” I still do not understand what is said gracefully, until it finally surprises me. She shamelessly mentioned the name of Marsel.

*He is the father of the child in his womb. I was shocked like in the lightning strike that night, my heart was beating irregularly wanting to explode. My tears are flowing unceasingly. Is that all they did to me? and when did they cheat behind my back? there's no answer

I was silent.

And, the world seemed to stop spinning along with my heartbeat that stopped pulsing.

I also fell unconscious*. Enough *lama.

They eventually married and lived together. Marcel left me*.

My first love ran aground. The long time we passed seemed to have no meaning anymore. Six years together and ended on 1january 2006.

After that I chose to transfer schools to Bali, trying to forget and not want to interact with anything that they have a relationship with. I went with my grandmother in Denpasar Bali and spent my time there.

*Marcel is a memory I don't want to remember. Even saying his name I don't want to.

I erased the memories of Marsel and Anggun.

Until one day, exactly two years after the event that I can't forget happened, someone opened an old wound, someone I hated so much came to me*.

Gracefully...