Last God
That Story

Arriving at home, Didan went straight to his room and cried there. Like a little boy who was sulking because he was not bought a toy that was asked or like a child who was left to go by his parents.

He felt awkward himself. He sat alone in the living room. Comfortable Sopa, foreign home, live a kara. He felt something strange in his heart. How long time has passed. Humans are still human. A relationship that is not harmonious with his parents as he experienced with his father. It also seems to have been Didan.

In a dim and cramped quiet. Kemala ventured to widen the room door Didan.

The silly, crybaby young man was sitting dumbest on the floor leaning against the mattress. Didan was no longer crying and knew the coming of Kemala. But Didan did not flinch and cool with his own heart that was sick.

Kemala slowly sat down close to Didan.

"I survived the great war and the disaster because I escaped from the palace" Kemala told the silence of Didan.

"Because I follow a heart that disagrees with the decision of the tradition of the competition. Maybe you can imagine, what it's like to sit in front of dozens of princes who are competing to become winners. I sat there, in front of them like I was a trophy. My heart broke and I finally decided to run away from the palace and look for someone I just knew outside the palace" Kemala told a thin smile. There was a funny heart to his behavior first. Didan became interested and listened to the story of Kemala.

"Only an ordinary market youth. But somehow, by the way, his smoothness that was not how capable it was to make a princess of the Palace run away from the Sparkling world. A daughter like me who never felt like life was hard managed to make the decision to leave everything there and look for her. Apparently, I met him in the middle of the road. Apparently he watched the competition and once Patih we lost he came home disappointed. We finally got back to the boat, we sat close. I don't know why, I felt so comfortable at the time. He is a commoner and can't do anything if I'm in danger. But that comfort, ah. It's so weird." Until there, Didan felt jealous as well as funny. It turns out that Kemala is also an ordinary human being. Even like ABG who was confiding with his best friend about first love.

"The enemy then arrives. We were unable to fight back and we eventually decided to save ourselves. He took me to the highest hill. His hands were so tight and as I looked into his self-conscious eyes, Really, it made me feel safe and comfortable. Though the arrows that shot like rain were ready to take this life in every step, even though the stones that were thrown and hot lava were ready to scorch this body in an instant. But the look of his attention, his protection managed to get rid of the fear of death."

"Has he survived?" sela Didan who had forgotten her sadness and now one hundred percent interested and dissolved in the story of Kemala.

"No, he didn't survive. He saved me, but he didn't survive. He was hit by a stone, his back was crushed. Too bad, he was in a lot of pain and I wanted to endure the pain. Let the pain be divided. At the end of his life he told me about his dreams. He knew the existence of the highest hill because he was a climber. He wanted to take a lover to the top of the hill. He doesn't know, I'm ready to be his girlfriend. His vision was realized just before he took his last breath." Dramatically I thought.

"It's good to be filmed" thought Didan.

"She died with a smiling face in the first and last embrace of this lover" Kemala recalled in the calmness of the atmosphere. A speck of water rose from the corner of his eye and he hurriedly removed it. He floated alone in his own story.

"You're lying" said Didan, "In the beginning you said you've never been close to a man,"

Midan looks cranky. But for Kemala, Didan's face looks adorable when displaying his craggy face.

He was gasping and conscious. It is inappropriate for him to be jealous of someone who has sacrificed his body and soul.

"then," asked Didan to make Kemala confused.

"Then what?"

"I mean, then how do you feel about me," said Didan with an embedded look. The two looked at each other from a close position.

"Geez, it's so pretty you're Kemala, '" thought Didan.

Beauty that becomes a barrier to Didan assess the content of the heart behind the beautiful face. He remembered the words of his father. Be careful, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous and the more difficult to guess her heart.

"Do you believe in reincarnation?" tanya Kemala suddenly with a gaze that is still adrift.

"Ah, I don't know," replied Didan quietly, "what does it mean that you ask that?"

"That's it, no need to answer. That's not important. What matters now, how are we?" say Kemala with water face that instantly flushed.

"You mean?"

"Oh, come on, I'm going to the kitchen" said Kemala as he was about to rise. But Didan soon realized something and caught Kemala's hand. Kemala was silent. In that tight grip he felt the warmth and security again when held and carried away by the Raiman.

Kemala turned away, however he had shame and hid the romance of the face that appeared when his passion exploded.

"Yet," called Didan in a soft voice in silence. Kemala slowly pulled out his hair and ventured to look at Didan. He has no power to hide his feelings.

"I've decided to accompany you to eternal life, I will make you happy, I will protect you even if I end up dying like the man in your story earlier," said Didan, Didan's gaze, and, the tight grip of Didan really makes Kemala melt. Especially when the innocent man's face approached, he did not want to dodge. Didan's kiss landed perfectly and the beautifully manicured red roses on the edge of the lake let the bees suck honey.