Dusk Belibis
BALI I'M COMING

I don't know how long I've been lying in the hospital, still hoping that all that happens is a dream and I'm ready to wait for my Marsel to come back.

“Mama...” call me to my mom and dad who are sleepy waiting for me.

“Eeeeeeeeh, the son of my mother is conscious, Alhamdulillah..” mama looks relieved.

Papa woke up to see my face, he stroked my cheek.

“Papa's son Why? Never told a story.”

“Pa, Marsel..papa... Marsel ningalin me, pa!”

“Eh, you know, that means a prince is being prepared for papa's son,” papa rolled his eyes and hugged me. Even under these circumstances, my father can still comfort me with his silliness.

“Pa, I don't want to stay at Jogja.”

“Alright, as your child wants papa.”

Papa didn't wait long. Bali was my escape destination.

Papa and Mama exclusively drove me to Grandpa's house.

“Bali I’m coming.”

People say sick Love is expensive medicine. That's all right.

For days I cried lamenting fate.

“Honey, life is like flowing water, all will flow on the estuary, where the water's estuary is. Ocean. Fate and destiny go hand in hand."

"Gita, mama will be your lamp, which will always be the color in all your circumstances.”

The first day I was at my grandmother's house, Mama was with me all day, telling me a lot about her life story. But it's just a story.

My sadness at losing Marsel is not a verse in the story, but what I feel is real. No man's longing, a love that has no place to go home, a bloodless pain stabbed but not dead.

“Honey, every human being will experience their own trials, when Gita feels pain, all Gita needs to do is be happy, never be bad to think.”

“Gita?” papa approached me.

“Papa has already enrolled papa's children in a new school, papa hope, Gita remains the Gita that papa had first. Confident, rest assured! God is preparing a prince for you, which is better.”

“Is pa?” papa nodded slowly hugging me tightly.

"Papa's son is a good son, keep being a good man, then God will bring the best prince for your angel."

I can indeed rise from the slump, but that is all I can do.

Since then, I have been nothing more than a sentence. My world collapsed my spirit was crushed, my mind stopped at one point ‘pasrah’.

From that moment on, I was like a man who had no spirit of life, woke up, ate, went to school, studied, went home and slept again.

Until one day, when the rain so heavy flushed the city of Denpasar. I was faced with a reality I did not want to accept.

I was very surprised by the arrival of the woman who had taken my Marsel.

It has been so long running, leaving memories after memories. Why did he come again.

I was not feeling like I was in third grade. Time is indeed an example of cruelty in silence, not wanting to stop even for a moment, not caring about me sulking.

Ten o'clock in the morning at the gate, when it rained so hard.

Gracefully!

Well it is Graceful! she's a beautiful woman, my best friend, who took my Marsel. He came to me in Bali.

In the rain, she cried. Wh-wh-what for?

Not that all of it is useless. Whatever is done by him now will not return anything, which has happened already.

SERIATE....🤗🤗🤗🤗