Escape Soul Raga
Million Crying

Another group of women came, who were carrying wallets. They buy fried food, and Gheya serves it. After that, they leave because the stomach has been filled.

”Mother, I miss you. I really miss you, I know you lost me. But it's good, indeed this self must go.” Inner Gheya.

Gheya remained focused, on what he had to do. Sometimes he wants to be happy, but it is undeniable that he is very sad. Feelings cannot be completely lied to.

Finally the twilight colored lemon tea appeared, a sign of the day is almost night. Gheya soon came home, because the fried food was sold. Gheya grabbed a towel, then headed for the bathroom. His body felt sticky, with sweat pouring all over his body.

In the evening he taught, although he had repeatedly been unable to eliminate his sadness. Feelings are difficult to lie, Gheya can still feel it. All the wounds, still tearing the wall of his heart.

After teaching Gheya dinner, just a piece of bread. Reading the prayer, but the pain never disappeared. As if he was not grateful, but actually very willing. It is only God who sets the scenario. It's just that, the taste in the heart still feels bitter.

Gheya really enjoyed, fill the soft chocolate jam. The corner of his eyes was still dripping, feeling sad from the loss. Losing her backrest, losing her smile, losing her comfortable world. Only the ground left to prostrate.

"I'd better go to sleep, so that all the sadness drowns. Even when I wake up, everything stays in place." Gheya monologue.

Gheya closed his eyes, after reciting the prayer. His hands and feet did not move at all, a sign of having started to rest in his sleep. It may be doing movement, if the body wants to balance.

The next day, Gheya receives a message. It was from his sister, who he missed the most. Miss when playing badminton together, and also walk in free time. Not knowing why Gheya was sad, when he saw a picture of his sister with his mother.

Gheya was really tangled, not caring anymore about eating regularly. Now only once a day, has been able to block his body that contains. Gheya replied to the message from the younger brother, with all the tears that wanted to keep jumping. His eye pellets alone were unable to hold back, spilling here and there like a leaking dam.

Gheya went to work, after finishing the bath. Now he is in the store again. As usual, he will just shut up, finish the job he should. Talk is important too.

"Gheya, adon again if it's over" said the middle-aged woman.

"Yes ma'am." replied Gheya.

Gheya mixes the flour, then mixes it with Masako. After which, he put it into the frying pan.

"Sister, buy ten bakwaknya fried foods" said the little boy.

Gheya smiled. "Patience yes Dik, again fried."

"Yes, it's okay" he said.

"Sitting in the chair is waiting. Still a long time, the frying process is cooking." Gheya pulled the chair.

The little boy sat down, looking at Gheya's moving hand. A few minutes later, the fritters were finally lifted into the drain. Gheya stuffed ten fried foods into a plastic bag. Then the right hand starts to move to surrender.