Love Word
Khitba

Night covers the evening. The atmosphere of silence again hit Mika's three-story luxury house. The residents in it are not many, only Mika, Sekar - Mama, Mbok Inah - his assistant, and Mang Yadi - a private driver and gardener. While his father had been facing the Divine because of the stroke he suffered three years ago.

Mika continues to write stories that never existed in her life. Without realizing it Mika shed tears because she remembered something in her diary. In the end, he had to feel the loss back. A sense of emptiness overtook his heart.

“Non, let's eat,” cried Mbok Inah who has been taking care of him since childhood approached Mika drowned when recording diary.

A half-circular arch adorns Mika's oval face. Turning on the dinner table, clanking spoon and fork dantuk with ceramic plates of two souls who were eating his dinner. Yes, Sekar and Mika. Two individuals whose bonds are not intertwined. Mama was always busy taking care of work and did not ignore the presence of Mika at home. Even since the death of her father, Mika is like living a kara.

Mika tries to break the silence. "Mama...."

He walked towards Mika. The chicle in his mouth began to slow down, as if to deny his daughter a talk. While Mika looks restless, because she does not know what to talk like.

"Emc ... Mama ... Ah that's it, not going anywhere, is it?" tanya Mika was trying to string the right words for her Mama. However, Sekar's net light made Mika's guts shrink to take heart through the conversation.

"Non't talk about it if it's not important!" sekar Sekar Ketus who left the dining table.

Mika can only flank paying attention to her Mama's behavior. In fact, his mother's behavior has been a daily meal for him. It was cold when I met Mika. Or is it possible for everyone to be like that? I don't know. Mika also does not know her Mama's personality in detail. For him, dying is like living without a soul. There is but all.

During this time, Mika always tried to take heart in any way, until she was desperate to fall from the stairs deliberately to grab the attention of her mother. However, Sekar was not at all indifferent to his condition. Her mother continued her departure out of town, perhaps having to meet her important clients.

Mika was still pensive on the dining table chair. He did not continue his nearly finished meal. His mind floated as bitter memories with Sekar.

"Nl ... Why is the food not consumed?" mbok Inah's voice wiped out Mika's daydreams.

"Eh Mbok, no appetite," Without being told the clear liquid slid on Mika's smooth cheeks.

Mbok Inah spontaneously grasped Mika. "Yes, yes, Non. Mbok is always there for Non."

No matter what your behavior is, I still love you like I used to, Ma. Loved Mama so much ... Just like my love for Papa.

It didn't feel like three years had been his father's gone. Peace and warmth are left in this house. His father always defended when Mika was scolded by Sekar, accompanied when Mika was lonely, and never once hurt Mika as his mother did.

"When can Naisha's permission stay at home?"

Mbok Inah nodded and unfortunately stroked Mika's head. The owner returned a tight hug to shed his tears. It was unexpected that the Madam in the house caught the sight.

I was still glued together at night

Pensive itself waiting for the early hours

Dissolved in memories with a scruff in the head

Calm and deep within the taste

The moon floated half the face high

Silence with such a brilliant star

Longing in taste, breaking the soul without meaning

Flying away with the clouds

The dark shadow follows with the night

Only a faithful night accompanies a wounded heart

Only the night gives peace in turmoil

Patience for the common destiny of the universe

Night looks upon itself

Seeing the uncertain, making an image

Accompanied by a cold wind burning through the soul

Enjoy a night of solitude

With the bright star of the mind