Kiss Me
Broke my heart

.... If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart

Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears

The star in the sky don't mean nothing to you, they're a mirror

I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart

If I stay here just a little bit longer…

Rod Stewart's old song flowed softly in a cafe in Tebet number, South Jakarta.

Anwa Khairani the girl's name, simple-looking, body postured with a height of 160cm, yellow skin, has curly shoulder-length curly hair, she sat looking out the window. At that time the rain was so swift to fall soaked the earth. Same with her tears that fell increasingly heavy when remembering the incident six months ago. The more he gave up the more often the face even the memory they spent together was imprinted on the heart.

A flash of memory emerged, where when he found his lover had been stretched cold and stiff in the man's boarding house.

The girl screamed, refused to leave, refused to let go, refused to forget. Two years together through the days is not a short time for them.

A heart attack took his lover's life, that night when his girlfriend told him she was going to practice basketball as usual with her friends, so he gave her permission, before dawn, the man made a video call and said suddenly his chest was tight and sick and sweating cold, Anwa just said that he had to rest a lot and take medicine, but it turned out to be their last conversation.

"Darling, my chest hurts, tightness,"

"Have you taken any medicine?"

"It's been, but it still hurts."

"Tomorrow we go to the doctor, yes, you look like a tired deh, go home from work directly to basketball."

"Maybe."

"Yes, I'm sleeping again at seven o'clock I'm going to your boarding house, I love you."

"I love you too, dear."

Heart for the last time. So crowded if you remember back. The fate of God no one knows, even the living will surely die only when it is our turn to return we never know.

Tears grew louder, Anwa slumped her face, crying a mouthful. The last six months he is very happy to spend time in this cafe, the atmosphere of this cafe is like bringing comfort to remember all his past with his lover.

Some servants have been very familiar with Anwa's presence there, even one of the servants always gave a very fitting seat for Anwa to do her daydreaming activities. Sitting in a corner next to the clear window glass overlooking the cafe's side garden.

The rain slowly stopped, Anwa tidied up her luggage, back she put in a brown leather sling bag, cell phone also a small book containing a graffiti of her heart and some photos of memories while her lover lived.

"How Much?" ask her at the cafe's cashier.

"Seventy thousand Sis," said the man smiling sweetly at Anwa, "I discount it to forty-five thousand."

"Eh, how can you?" Anwa looked at the man as she was about to give him fifty thousand and twenty thousand dollars.

"Can dong, special for Brother, because the longest visitor every month."

"Eh, meaning?"

Anwa's eyes that look moist with lashes that flickering, blinked,

"Oh, thank you, yes" he said giving fifty thousand and five thousand back by the cashier.

"Thank you, I hope next week comes back." The cashier cupped both hands in front of his chest.

Anwa smiled, then turned her body towards the exit. Just about to open that door, his body suddenly collided with a man wearing a black hoodie, covering his head probably avoiding the fall of rainwater.

"Ups, sorry sorry." As their eyes clashed, the man opened the exit wide.

"Thank you" Anwa lowered her face again.

Quiet for a while on the terrace of the cafe, because the rain is still down even though it is not heavy, like looking for something and then waving his hand at one of the bajaj passing there, then a small run approached public transportation that is getting increasingly extinct that.

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"Hi, honey... How are you?" Anwa stroked a gravestone bearing the name "Prananda Maulidika" and then patted the grass wet from the rain, the grass was embedded neatly in the mound.

"I miss Ka" he said again, wiping away the tears that came back down.

"Tomorrow I started work, yesterday after the interview a week ago I was on the phone back and it turns out I was received at one of the SOE companies Ka," his smile thin.

"Six months of unpleasant idle turns out, my money is getting thin," Anwa laughed a little.

"You still exist maybe I won't be difficult like gini yes," he said again while plucking the weeds that were on the mound of land.

Anwa will never be troubled if Dika the lover is still there. Dika works as a store manager at one of the largest retail companies in Indonesia. The peak of his career skyrocketed after two years working there, romance relationship was never a significant obstacle, only the age set by the Above only got here.

Time shows at five in the afternoon, in the sense that it has been a lot of telling stories with the lover, Anwa said goodbye to go home.

"Kalo for example, I come here not as often as usual papa ya Ka, I hope you understand yes, because surely I will be very busy, very busy, but I promise every two weeks I'll be here, sorry I'm so sweet." kissed the headstone and stroked it gently.

"Assalamualaikum Darling." Get up from his seat and walk away from the lover's final resting place.

"Bang, continue to Pal Batu yes," he told brother bajaj.

It only takes twenty minutes from the cemetery to the Anwa boarding house if the streets are empty.

Climbing the stairs to her boarding room, Anwa occasionally throws a smile at some of the people she meets before entering the room.

The boarding room was only 2.5 x 3 m, the bed measuring 90 x 200 cm was only enough for one person, a fan attached to the wall, and a wall, a long glass was on the wall as well, a small wardrobe and plate rack and shoe shelves were neatly lined up. Thick fur carpet measuring 1 x 1 m in maroon color decorate the ceramic floor next to his bed, window glass facing the road makes sunlight if the morning greet free entry into the room, and there is a small bathroom in it that only fits one person, with a small bucket, a sitting toilet and a shower.

After cleaning herself, Anwa threw herself down and looked at the ceiling of her room, I could hear the song singing melodious in her ear the same as the song she had heard in the cafe this afternoon, slowly those closed eyes led him to dreamland.

*hii... Thank you for meeting again yes we. I hope you like the story later, do not forget to leave your traces yes 😘.

visual is in ig I hope according to your delusion 😘

by the way for scene part 1 is real story yes, hopefully he is peaceful there... Aamiin*