Love of Antarctica
Chapter 21
The arrival of Dendra was welcomed greetings and hand department. One of the men in masculine clothes glanced at Lemba. He approached him while at Dendra's residence who looked busy chatting in the row of the club arena.
“Hai knowsin, my name is Tritan. May I know your name?” he said while extending a hand.
“My name is Lembayung”
Dendra's riding his motorcycle. As she prepares to compete, Lemba realizes the sighting of her best friend racing on the cross, leaving Tritan to the crowd. Glaring even showed a face of dislike looking futile. Dendra was wearing a helmet preparing to drive a vehicle.
Wanting to feel Lemba entering the track then stretching out their hands prevented them from stopping the match.
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The members are ready to go ahead of the Dendra motorcycle that has not yet driven.
“Pak Chairman come on way!” scream Tomi.
“Dra, you're a statue of that anyway!” yelled at the other members who did not compete.
Dendra immediately struck gas ahead of the members who were originally in the front row. Lemba was wary of seeing the speed of Dendra's motorcycle was very fast. Dendra turned his head to look for where Lemba was, he knew for sure after this would get a terrible nagging attack from him. Dendra soon reached the Finish line. After successfully winning the match in first position, he met the already surly Lemba.
“Sorry, was in a hurry to compete”
“No excuses, I want you out of this place.”
“Temba, don't be dong. I promise to be careful.”
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The leaves fall down, morning staring blankly. No more passion that appeared in his life. He felt an increasing pain throughout his body. Carefully roll up uncertain dark fry inside the spatter in the eye fertilizer. What happens when a beautiful day goes away? Everything feels empty meaningless.
Realizing that time was approaching, he still held a drawing book and pencil. On the sketch sheet of the limp face, Kinan wrote down a feeling that only he could express in his writing.
...🍁...
I am the rain, giving you sorrow
Can't make you happy, give you a burden of hurt and don't deserve it
lonely, alone think of a heart that can never be lived in
For my first love.
...🍁...
Behind it is a sketch of Lemba's face. Kinan's eyes glazed over at the sky. Ms. Suratmi came from behind hugging her son's body. She lightly pinched her shoulders holding back tears seeing Kinan's hair falling out filled the circumference of the shirt. He brushed aside until he could not see a single strand.
“My dear son, let's go in. The air outside is very cold.”
“Kinan still want to feel the air bu, sorry Kinan became a child who always burdened father and mother.”
“What did you say? You and Brother Husni are the children of the most obedient mother and never burden the parents. I'm sure you'll be healed. Now we're in yes.”
Ms. Surat pushed Kinana's wheelchair into her room. Together with two companion sisters he was placed in his bed. Hose and other tools back in pairs, Kinan's eyes that seemed not to blink staring at the sky increasingly made Suratmi bu frightened.
“My son! Kinan you don't stayin mom ya nak” muttered in his heart holding back his tears.
Having been unable to hold back her tears, she exited the room and contacted her husband Des. The phone number is not active, he still tried to contact many times and then contact Husni to convey the news of Kinan's condition is getting worse.
A Short Message from Husni.
Ma'am, Husni is back in Indonesia tomorrow. Don't worry, Kinan is fine.