Grasping
The Part 96
The twilight of this afternoon is still the same, so graceful and reluctant to be a moment of silence for the universe. Sharp bias is still very busy blinding the staring spy. His warmth calms the whole world.
There are dust grains that dance coolly under his subconscious. Feeling the tapering of the twilight rods that managed to penetrate the passage of time.
Such is the landing like —ia— a very withered body.
Staring blankly without a burning despair without a dusty spirit. Scratched sheets of loyal wounds framed the gloomy face of durja. Blackened without livelihood.
He who always acts tough facing the pounding of the heart —struggle for life for the hope that is dreamed can be realized, can be realized, even for the sake of the feeling that there is still hope to be with— but now the heart that acts tough shows a point of weakness.
He is now completely submerged in the sinking. Life without passion. Silence in an obscure shadow. No one was able to restore his life —pun with the little girl who used to always be an encouragement, now unable to raise the spirit of— drowned in grief so many paints felt.
The smile never graced her face again. No more cheerful expressions shown when teaching your child to read and write or when accompanying his daughter to play. All those days have taken away that second.
His body just accepts without fighting any deeds around. Dying on life.
•
"Ma, Yua made a good picture. Look at this, there's Beautiful Mama, there's Papa Sakky and in the middle there's a happy Yua. Oh yes, Ma ... You want a picture of Papa Yusha, but you don't know what his face looks like? Is he more handsome than Papa Sakky?" The little girl who was thrusting the picture book in front of Niar was chattering, although she never got an answer but never tired of telling in front of her mother.
"Yet laper yet? Later Yua bribe." Yuara returned the book to the school bag, after which stood in front of the wheelchair that Niar was sitting in.
"Ma, I want to see Mama smile again. Yua wants to hear the voice of Mama bacain fairy tale for Yua. Mama continued to sulk, Yua apologized for Mama like this. Yua brat, not obedient to Mama. Hit Yua, Ma, but Mama don't shut up again. You just want to hear Mama's voice." The clear crystal had dripped on the little boy's bulging cheeks. But sobs can still be held.
Almost a month of new scenery as well as a very alarming view continues. Tear Sakky's heart until it feels painful. For a month there was also no more happiness approaching. The crying adorns their toughest days.
He walked up to the little girl who shone with sadness until he could not bear to see her.
"Dear, you're strong, son. Can't cry. Mama needs time to heal, we don't stop praying."
"But when will Mama be healed, Pa? Yua kangen hugged Mama. Yua wants to hear the voice of Mama," she said with a tight heartache.
The two Sakky neutrals could not contain the crystals that formed by themselves. Miris and pain heard the complaints of the little girl who had been considered like her own baby. He knew that this fate was too cruel for the lives of Niar and Yuara. Forced to accept the grievous destiny in the history of life passed.
Mbok Jamu emerged from the kitchen door carrying a bowl of porridge. But Yuara immediately asked for the bowl. "Let Yua do the bribe, Mama," she asked.
Sakky nodded, after which Mbok Jamu gave Yuara a bowl of porridge.
"Mom eat first, yeah." The clear crystal has been washed away, now back to rebuking. Such was the attitude of Yuara Sora Demitri, mood was volatile.
The woman in the wheelchair received the command of the child. When Yuara put the spoon in front of her mouth, Niar just stepped open her mouth and chewed without commenting.
Since opening her eyes again after the dark events of that time, Niara Livia Putri became a different figure. Even if he does not say a word, his mouth is silent a thousand languages.
Mbok Jamu, Yuara, a shop clerk and most importantly a man named Sakky was very shocked to see the state of Niar.
The doctor explained that the woman had suffered a severe psychic trauma that now makes the woman only silent a thousand languages. Does not have any expression, does not respond to the people around him who invite him to interact. Silence with a blank look without life.
Sakky's eyes are unable to see the change of Niar, the woman who for the last five years became his dream now looks terrible.
•
Sakky pushes Niar's wheelchair to the beach. During this time every afternoon never miss the yellowing sky at the west end. Watching the twilight disappear is one of the routines that becomes Niar's pleasure.
Yuara ran here and there agilely. Usually Niar will smile when watching the princess just play happily, but since one month there is no expression. The gloomy face is always framed.
"Papa Sakky's girlfriend don't play far, honey. Papa can't go after you. Papa should take care of Mama Beautiful!" sakky shouted as Yuara was a little away from her sight.
"Okay Papa Ganteng, Yua just ran there and came back here again" replied Yuara.
Sakky switched to sitting on the rock by observing Niar's face. "camp ... Ara looks tough. But he misses you so much. Heal and come back for Ara, also for me" said Sakky. But the light alone was only the sound of the wind that was heard while Niar was only silent with the blink of his eyes.
•
Bruk ....
"Oh ...." Yuara.
"Aren't you pa-pa?"
"Yua's clothes are dirty" said Yuara by researching clothes and cleaning with her tiny hands.
"Here's what you're helping." The tiny hand of Yuara stretched out to reach the hand of someone who had been accidentally hit.
"Mr Yusha .. There's a call from the Big Lady" Kelvin said.
"You answer me and say I don't want to be disturbed."
"What Om is Papa Yusha?" ask Yuara.
Yusha turned to pay attention to Yuara with a frown. Of course, I do not understand the question of the 4-year-old child.
Yuara looked back at Yusha's face. "Papa Yusha wants to pick Yua up with Mama Gorgeous, huh?"
Yusha's forehead deepened, completely clueless as to what Yuara said.
"Sorry, Om doesn't understand what you're saying, sweet boy." Yusha crouched down in front of Yuara. There was a strange feeling as he looked at the face of the little girl who thought it was almost similar to her.
"Name Om Yusha?" tanya Yuara and Yusha nodded.
"The word Mama Beautiful, Papa Yua her name is Yusha Demitri. Last Mama said, Papa Yusha wants to pick Yua up. Papa Yusha has come now but Mama Gorgeous is still sick" said Yuara.