Elvarette Shiro
Episode 2: Waiting

I am the truth

That is the word that a lover says. A man who is aware of himself is a servant who truly loves the owner of light. Khidr said his friend was a well-mannered person among the small and who was hurt by trauma and sin. He did not preach much, only practicing what he considered good for all living beings in the universe. No matter you are a follower of Moses, Isa, or Ahmad, as long as he is a creation of God, never hurt.

Some consider him heretical, because he opposes the dogma that has spread in the reason of society. An old man who died on a cross and chopped up his body was then burned. No one dared to side with him, even saying his name could not. However, he was immortal as an opener of conscience silenced the ruler of Baghdad. At least, he was immortal with his beliefs, all humans brought the goodness of the universe.

At least, that's what the old man's record says. One who invites me to return to the light as the story of the play in this book. He was a man who believed in what the spiritual leader said, but all changed when the divine was used as a tyrannical tool for politicians and salespeople. So that he looks for himself the true spirit of footsteps. Just like me who is looking for the identity of this silent journey.

The old man told me to leave, see firsthand the reality of life from each trip. More and more see and feel the sorrow of the human child. He said that the answer I sought was on my way, as is the story in his book of holy men willing to die in order to get closer to the Creator. The holy man was Hallaj, Mansur Al Hallaj.

The train I had been running since 21:15 and was still running dark. The pocket watch I brought suddenly died, when I just bought it. The clock in front of the carriage door was also dead, the clock still showing the number nine for the short needle and the number three for the long needle. In the silence of the train, only the book Khidr brought my travel companion before meeting Ohba. The best student who will be my travel companion later.

I put my body on the chair to rest for a while. It seems that this journey is still long, so I calmed down for a moment. Whether my past is hard to forget, he is always present like a ghost from the depths of the heart. As an ex-prostitute, people look at me as a non-human thing. Which I can sell without anyone knowing what I'm feeling. The one who should be there is suddenly gone, and the one I love has not faced the power.

I don't know if I can find peace. After the humans near me lied to me with a sweet promise, I began to fear believing in a creature called man. My father promised to bring my sister back, but she came with a bouquet of flowers. My former teacher promised to treat my heart, and sold me to someone else. They all lie in the name of kindness.

But never mind, let the past be a knitting thread that must be strung together into a warm coat welcoming the future. The journey is long and the train has not stopped at its destination. The train that runs on the wind tracks only stops in unexpected and unplanned places. He stopped when something important happened there.

While waiting, I reread the sad story of the poor man. Lekaki who believes in God is closer to his servant through love. Not everything that goes by his conscience ends happily. Sometimes death is friendlier than reality, but being yourself is more valuable. I want to be Hallaj, who can get close to the light without putting out another light.

The train started to stop. White mist started to leave from the window of the train. A view of the mushroom-shaped house lined up. A sign that the train has reached its destination, a city inhabited only by those who have died of conscience. Perhaps this was the intention of the old man, which was to seek a man who still had a heart and was willing to receive the divine voice.

The carriage door opened, and the young man in a black jacket greeted the little girl right in front of him.

“Welcome my friend, Elvy!”

“Ohba, are you waiting for me here?”

“Sure, the Old Man told me to be your guide. Come on, there's someone we should meet.”

“Who?”

“People in your book it.”

Now a new journey is about to begin.me and Arafis Ohba enter a world different from the human world, the world of spirits.