MAS DUDA IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CLOUDS
Ten Years Ago
I'm Hima, my full name is Himawan. I'm the sixth of seven children, I'm an orphan at the age of three and my youngest brother by one. I was raised by my number one brother, while my youngest brother was taken by brother number two, I was a poor boy who was neglected even though my father was struggling with property, my father remarried when my mother's grave was still red.
My acquaintance with Sekar was unplanned, I missed meeting with the youngest, brothers and sisters who lack love from parents.
I was taken and raised overseas by an older brother whom I consider my mother, returning to the land of birth where I was born and where father and second sister were domiciled.
I went back to my birthplace not to my father's house, I lived in my sister's number two who would accept my presence. Dad's wife doesn't like me setting foot in her house let alone staying there.
Just a week I settled in my sister's house, but I already have a lot of friends because of my friendly nature.
During the day I work as a laborer in a factory, of course I have to work rough because the education I was censured was only finished in the blue white level that even for me was lucky because my brother wanted to send school to be able to read, writing and counting. I was the best graduate at the time but a smart brain without parental support left me with a broken charcoal to continue. I do not want to be troublesome and become a more burden for my brother who is not financially well, I must know myself.
It was Sunday night, Dirga, my friend at work at the factory, asked me to accompany her to Siska's apple, Dirga's lover. The distance we lived with the girl was quite far.
When accompanying Dirga apple, that's where I know Sekar, every Sunday night Dirga invites me to Siska's house and that moment becomes the most I wait for because of silence I put my heart on him. Sekar will always be there when my friend is an apple and Dirga must come to bring a friend when an apple, this is a rule and must be fulfilled in this village. Banned alone even in the light!
A young girl I loved when she was fourteen. My age and Sekar are ten years adrift. Love is age-independent, right?
My love does not clap one hand, the girl I love welcomes my love with a condition, Sekar asked me to be patient waiting until she is even seventeen years old as the conditions given by her parents.
I accept that condition, our relationship is getting closer and closer to the base of friendship but friendly. Chatting the four every Sunday night became even more exciting for me.
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"But why? why don't you just stay here." Sekar's cry broke when I said goodbye to go home to my first brother at that time.
"If you go, who am I? I'm comfortable with you even though we've only been together for three months." Siska and Dirga who watched my parting fell silent, they were indeed very understanding friends.
"Bik, I went to solidify myself so that I could be with you, I don't want to look too lame if I'm going to be with you. I want to fix myself, when you're exactly seventeen years old, I'll come. I'll ask you as my lover and when you're twenty we're married.
Does your sister want to marry a much older man than you?" I looked into my sweet girl's eyes with glass. This heart hurts, if you know what really happened.
I am a man who must keep my word and must prove to my future mother-in-law that this uneducated Himawan will be worthy of a match with his daughter.
Experience and treasure, yes I must have it! experience in order to make me a broad-minded person and not a fool, a treasure? Of course I have to be willing to suffice everything.
I shut my mouth so that no one knows Kasih ma'am, come to me when my work hours at the factory are finished, including Kasih, as requested.
"Mas, can I hold your word? Are you sure you'll be able to wait for me? Three years is long, even now if you're married it's worth it." Sekar who is said to be this boy already has mature thoughts, maybe it's one that makes me interested in him we clop in the conversation.
"Are you able to take care of your heart for me even though the basis of our relationship from yesterday to the next three years is only as your best friend?" I looked at the simple girl with a lot of love.
My smelly girl sobbed, wanting heart to hug her but I couldn't do it. Siska seemed to understand the contents of my heart, grabbed by Sekar's body, hugged him and rubbed his back. I know Sekar is very shaken by this decision but for the love and future I will do, I have to prove that my love is not a moment let alone lost on the future mother-in-law.
I did not return at the time we had agreed not because my love had worn off or gone away, but for one reason this heart was able to leave but the body was unable to move.
A letter I received from the address of my second brother, I was amazed that he had never sent me a letter before.
The love that I nurtured grew longing flowers but eventually withered in a few moments.
My love became hate instantly but it turns out that the limit of both is only as thick as an onion skin, I hate him for years have not been able to move on and behind my hatred there is still an unfinished story until my curiosity brings me this poorly educated trying to find information in the world of friendship with a logo that blue white.
Not hard to track it, I who just used this account was not hard to find it, either, just type the full name in the search and only a few names appear and one of them there is a photo of a purple rose, I'm sure it is his account.
I traced the status of Sekar Pratiwi, apparently Sekar is not a status enthusiast. Not once a month did he make status only certain moments that he uploaded.
"I've been waiting for you to keep the promise of our promise, let alone present you, news of you is not there." September 01, 2004, the sttus was written.
I was surprised, who was he waiting for?
Curiosity made me force myself to open the old letter and I just realized that something was awkward. I never called him brother.
"Damn! someone's playing me and I believe!" rfor me.
Instantly this heart warmed because he was really waiting for me but this heart also hurt because it turned out I was not right on the promise because it was bad to think, I was wrong!
Back I traced the latest Sekar status a week ago.
An account marks Sekar's account with the caption "Go on my friend immediately, follow me immediately." Embedded girl with the ability to stand in the middle of the bride who stands in the pelaminan.
My heart seems to want to jump for joy, forgive me for being happy on your whim.
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Yesterday, I only asked one day to be with him to finish our unfinished story, I wanted to feel his love on the basis of a lover not a friendship even if it was only a day, that was enough for me.
I never thought that he whose love had been anchored to another man's heart would still be with me to this day.
Love is not crazy, but I who are crazy to close the eyes of the temple do not know that the heart of Sekar already belongs to someone else. My position is only the past.
Today, even in the small corner there was sadness and pain but I tried hard. Look at her face and make her my special woman even if only today.
I want to create a sweet memory for my lover this day, I want to remove all disappointment in each of his waiting even if only a glimpse in a pseudo look.
Nature does seem to be on my side today, for the first time I ventured to touch and hold the fingers of Sekar, holding him forward on stage. There is no prohibition or reprimand.
Never join hands in public, talk alone has been reprimanded. Times have really changed!
"Sir, may you understand my heart from my verse" I whispered to her on stage despite her seeming awkward about what I was doing.
When my second song, Sekar, which I had been leading to sit in the corner seat of the stage, came running to hug me, I returned his embrace and I felt that my legs were unable to stand "I am happy, you know, you are happy, happy you are happy for me too."