Grasping
The Part 81
Turtle groans sounded sad, stacked wounds hearts that increasingly froze. There is no despair at each site, only a faithful cry accompanies time. Tightness, more chest tightness bear the wound because the longing never goes away.
Never end nestapa heart, never end this solitude. Time is a time of silence that cannot return. Over where? Where do I look for your face and speech frames.
True presumptions that have ever come to mind. I'm here waiting, you're there forgetting. Until now there was no news from you. The separation left a vacuum that was increasingly whacky.
Four months. Well ... the length of time passed no more news from you. No more knowing what happened to you. Been happy? Knitting love with him? Let me here with the wound. Letting me faithfully SUFFER what I don't know where it ends.
Women who are not tired of waiting for dusk disappear, never tired of watching the sky orange payoda. The curvature of the crescent moon expands as its wounds are also gaping. The eyes dimmed, empty without hope. Fragile to knit back asa. He can only wait. Waiting for something he knows is uncertain when it will come.
At least yesterday, today, also tomorrow he is strong for the sake of his (prospective son). If not for that, maybe he has melted with the air by now.
Giving a gentle swab and feeling its existence can give its own strength. "You're the source of Mama's power, son. Let's say we both live. We'll watch dusk disappear every day."
Blinking eyelids bring rain stubs without strong rhythms. Two drops of tears escaped with a swab in the increasingly protruding stomach. Time passed quickly, but the wounds and sadness did not fade. It is proven that his tears never receded when facing the open ocean. As if reminding again of past memories that do not want to pass.
Hustle and bustle of laughter beach visitors do not reduce their sadness. Women who seem to be created in pain are always alone even in a crowd.
Tone lyrics that he never tired of hearing, feel right with the perceived situation. Melodious but slashing kalbu.
Naff (Laraku Trapping)
My soul rested
Remembering everything that passed
When you were on the side
Keep me in the warmth of your love
Slowly the time changes
Put my barrel here
Try to forget your shadow
Who always forces 'to miss you
I tried for a long time
Putting myself aside my heart dimmed
Tired of holding back the pain I felt
Even though I know I'm still welcoming you
Look at me here
Against the bitterness of my own destiny
Without you I am weak and insignificant
"I told you! Don't listen to a song that makes you cry! Still just ngeyel." The young man who had just come directly turned off the music play that had been accompanying the sad woman.
"Sakky's gone home?" Niar rubs both cheeks to clean the rest of the tears.
The young man snorted. "Aren't you tired of the last nangisin?"
"Fight of destiny. Don't be silent, stand up and show the world that you can change your own destiny. Don't expect the uncertain. Look at the sincere ones accompanying."
Niar turned to look at the young man who was looking at him in the shade. It curls the lips but only half. "No, Mas. The sincere accompany deserves better."
"You're the best, Niar."
"No. Something better than me is waiting for you. You're my brother, and always have been."
Sakky turned to the open ocean, a long breath he let out. But not for his patience waiting for Niar.
"I kept waiting until the child was born" he said without turning away from the waves chasing each other.
"He was born and will remain like this. I wouldn't deserve you."
The gentle woman did not change with a hard heart. Still feel inappropriate even though Sakky is not bored convincing. Love is neither proper nor proper, for it has no eyes. Love is blind. Only have a sense present without being asked.
Togetherness, often doing activities together to make Sakky adrift in women who are considered rigid, as loud as the coral in the ocean.
Two weeks ago the young man revealed his heart, but the pregnant woman refused firmly. Said that he was considered a big brother and will be like that at any time.
Did Sakky give up? Nah! The good young man was determined to wait for Niar to open his heart. If it is because of a pregnancy that makes the woman unfit to be hers then she will wait until the child is born. He accepted whatever Niar's situation was, without complaining and remembering the past she had experienced. Even though we are airy, accept whatever the shortcomings of our partner. That's the phrase he's heard. Like he who will receive Niar and the child he contains. His love was sincerely given to the woman.
"Senja is starting to disappear, Mas," Niar said, diverting the ambiguous conversation.
"Yes. And I hope your sadness will also be lost."
"Aamiinu. This, I'm sad because I heard the song earlier, you know," licked Niar.
"Whatever reason. I've had enough of you to cry out tears as well as snot, I saw it, '" Sakky replied.
"Eh, I cry not using snot, yes. Whereabouts? The nose is clean."
"Who is clean, who is clean, who is clean, who is clean, who is also."
"Maaaas .. ih, nyebelin loh." When Niar frowned, Sakky was even widened. The young man came down from the rock and invited Niar home to come home.
Such is the story of Niar and Sakky, their closeness every day colored by the jest in detail can disguise Niar's sadness. Although not able to remove all the burden, at least the presence and feelings of Sakky make Niar still survive strong.
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In another city.
"How's my wife doing, Doc? Why is she not pregnant yet?"
"From the results of the report, Miss Sheli's fertile period is reduced, in addition to the impact of the Family Planning (KB) program there is also the impact of other problems, including, that is, frequent consumption of alcoholic beverages causes damage to the menstrual cycle until it is difficult to get pregnant."
Hearing the doctor's explanation made Yusha's body relax. Not a short time he waited for Sheli pregnant, four months more than the release of contraceptives until now his wife did not go pregnant. It makes Yusha impatient and consult a doctor again to ask what happened to Sheli's body.
And now reaping from his deeds, the woman who could not be separated from the intoxicating drink every night had to accept the fact that she had trouble giving Yusha offspring.
"There's definitely another way I can stay pregnant, right? I will stop drinking alcohol." - Todong Sheli.
"Can if Mister and Miss pleases, can undergo a baby tube program. But there is something to know, not all direct tube baby actions succeed. There are some that fail and have to repeat from the beginning."