Grasping
Part 45's

Smooth white barefooted footprints tread the soft grains of sand that feels tickling on each sheet of skin. The woman wearing the dark brown pasmina never once left a trace of a smile forming a crescent round arch. Very sweet, praise every pair of eyes that look but spoken in their hearts.

The woman stood upright facing the sea water with the pounding waves licking the beach. When the waves come, both feet are smashed with sand to leave dirty marks. But a moment later, the water came back and swept away the stains left behind.

Niar observes the beauty of nature, the creation of the Almighty. Inhaling the fresh air that invaded his pill face. A strong wind blew every piece of cloth he wore. It was seen that the woman really enjoyed her presence on the beach.

But, the more he enjoys, somehow his thoughts are focused on the past. The strange life, the twists and turns of life, the heartache and the destitution that was swallowed seemed to rush to be remembered. Especially considering how many times ago, where with a stand Sumiati spat on his face, it was a tremendous pain that he had ever felt.

It did not take long, the tears that had receded and replaced with the crescent moon came back. "Mother ... Why should I experience this? Pain, Mom. Niar's heart is very sick. I can barely take hate from you, Mother. How long have I been like this, I'm lonely, Mom. Where I want to share my grievances, if one angel on the earth-my wingless angels hate me so much. I once blamed God, do I have to go back to blaming Him for this cruel fate? Tell me, who do I have to hold accountable for my life? I'm tired, I'm sick, I'm fragile, I want to be gone" she whispered, hoping that the words of disappointment were carried away by the wind until no one heard, except God.

The man who had changed into wearing a t-shirt inside was pecking behind Niar. He was silent to hear and digest every word he heard. He was carried away hearing it.

"I'll be responsible for your life. Tell and tell me your grievances. If you are tired, rest. If I get sick, I'll take care of you. If it's fragile, I'll strengthen you. Don't say no, don't let this earth cry for losing an angel, like you." Once again the word absurd again escaped the lips of Yusha. Even the man standing right behind the most beloved Niar himself can say such beautiful sentences.

Though his sharp tongue never said such a poetic sentence. Even when being with the beloved Sheli-woman.

Niar was unmoved, there was a warm breeze enveloping his heart. Yusha's words are like light when the darkness of the heart strikes.

Yusha's feet were aligned with the woman who turned to him. For a moment their eyes tried to explore each other's sense of feeling. But Yusha switches first, as a sign of not yet convinced of his feelings that unwittingly begins to grow the seeds of love. Logic still plays an active role in stimulating that his heart still belongs to Sheli, not Niar. But somehow, his heart and thoughts could not be friendly. Refuse to refuse each other.

"Your words are too exaggerated, Sir," said Niar. The lips turned on a slanted smile, he exhaled softly, looking for the remaining strength to continue his speech. His frail hand wiped the cheeks that had just been wet by the clear liquid. "We are nothing, bound by a sacred relationship but limited to a covenant. I am still here only for your sake and our agreement, if not for that, I will let this body roll with him" said Niar with a straight look ahead.

"Don't do anything stupid that would hurt yourself. All this time, weren't you strong enough to live the wounds of life alone? Why at this point do you want to give up? Yesterday you were alone, but now, there is me who will accompany you. For now forget about the deal, consider me your friend. Hem .... "

"From the time I did always act stupid, even though Mom and Sister Nesva were not nice, but my heart always loved them. Many have advised me to be indifferent and go far, but this heart is not ready, there are still dreams and desires that have not been fulfilled. This heart wants to be gently caressed with affection, this heart wants to be perceived to exist by them. I am strong because I have hope, one day I can laugh with them, but the more I come here, the thinner it gets. Then why survive the endless hatred. Right now and for a time that does not know in the future, we can still be together maybe as friends. But, there are times when we will become strangers again. Then I went back alone. I can't and shouldn't depend on you or anyone."

"The color in the future does not know, so do not look far there. Let it run as it should. Even if one day we're going to be strangers, it's not going to be a barrier to helping each other, is it?"

"You are indeed good at processing sentences, Sir," sneer Niar glanced lazily. The cloudy cloud that surrounded his heart shimmered slightly because of the sentence after sentence that Yusha refuted.

"Haha ...." The man was broken. That's how Niar, although sad but there is innocence that often makes others weak. Especially for Yusha, because all this time only the man was closer to Niar, besides Aris. Women are very easy to change mood.

"If I'm not good at crunching sentences, there's no way I can be a great leader. In addition, I am also good at treating women," Yusha said with a wink.

"Are we dealing with being friends?" yusha said again.

"What do you mean?" Niar asked back.

"If you're friends, don't be formal. Don't think of me as your master anymore" pinta Yusha.

"That-can't be so, sir. You remain my master,"

"I'm more comfortable you're acting normal."

Bukkka ...

"Believe' .... " Niar shouted in surprise feeling an object hit his back.

"Ate, sorry, Abi accidentally threw the ball at Ate." A little boy had been standing behind them, putting on a scared face as Yusha stared fixedly. But in contrast to Niar, the woman smiled and crouched down in front of the frightened shriveled little boy.

"It's okay, honey. No pain, no, Aunt yelled in surprise."

"Once again, sorry, Ate" he told Niar, but his view did not turn to Yusha. Because the man looked fixedly at the little boy around the age of 5.

"This is the ball, there, gih, play again. But be careful, don't go far with your parents, afraid you're apart" Niar said.

"Yes, Ate, thank you." The boy ran away.

Niar stood up again. "Master scared him too much" he said.

"I-ku .. want to be like them," Yusha replied as if unconsciously. The eye bead was still looking at the little boy who continued playing ball not far from there.

Deg ...

Niar gasped, he himself did not know why until now there have been no signs of pregnancy.