Mirages
Goodbye, Thom

Morning, cloudy darkens, making the eyes feel heavy to open and look at the world. The atmosphere was so gloomy, as gloomy as Mira's heart.

The woman was sitting in front of her dressing table, in all-black clothes, a blend of brocade and satin. Thin makeup polish and peach-colored lipstick, adorned her pretty face that day.

Mira shouldered her hair rough upward, with the hair child dangling on her left and right sides. She did not add any accessories, but Mira still looks graceful and beautiful.

There was a knock from outside his apartment. Mira too lazily got up and walked, grabbing the white chain-stringed black braid bag that was on the table, then headed down.

A knock is heard, and Mira opens the door.

It appeared that Lingga had been waiting for him, dressed in a black suit, like Mira. Today, they will be attending Thomas's funeral.

"You ready?" ask Linga to Mira.

However, Mira did not reply. The woman simply walked out of the apartment, and locked the door.

Linga again can only exhale roughness, because of the attitude Mira increasingly difficult he reached. The iceberg has grown tall and strong.

Mira walks ahead of Linga, wearing her sunglasses. The phallus caught up with him, and stood beside Mira, who was waiting for the elevator to come.

No conversation or conversation as usual. The atmosphere was very stiff, cold and gloomy. There was no more stupid debate between the two, no more shouting Mira who was annoyed with the phallus, no more grunts came out of the mouth of the beautiful woman.

The phallus was so sad to see his little Mari like that. The warmth that he had created, and slowly melted Mira's frozen heart, now seemed futile, when Mira again closed herself, because she continued to blame herself for Thomas' death.

Upon his arrival at the funeral, Lingga let Mira walk in front, so that she could keep him from being stranded. Mira saw the motorcade carrying the corpse had reached there.

However, when Mira saw the coffin being carried inside the burial area, her footsteps came to a halt. He suddenly drowned, until it was hollow. Luckily, the Linga swiftly caught him, and sustained Mira's weak body.

"You okay? Should we go home?" ask Lingga who was worried about the condition of the woman.

Her tears rolled back from behind her sunglasses.

The phallus also realized that. However, she just kept quiet and let Mira vent her sad feelings last time for Thomas.

The rain suddenly poured down on the mourners who came. They opened the umbrellas that each one carried.

So did Lingga, who always accompanied Mira, even though his back was wet with rain, but he continued to paddle the woman in front of him, so that he did not rain.

The funeral went well under the heavy rain. The mourners began to disperse, as did Thomas' wife who also left the husband's burial place, after all was done.

When it was quiet, Mira walked through the rain, while still being waded by the Lingga from its trunk. He approached Thomas's tomb, which still looked very new.

Mira stood beside him, and opened her sunglasses.

"Hey, Thom. Are you happy here? I hope you're happy in your new realm. I will continue my life, even if no one cares about me like you anymore" he said.

"I promise you, I'll always care about you, Mir. I promise in the name of Thomas, "the painful inner Lingga heard Mira's words just now.

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