Mission to Save the Heart
1. In Front of the Headstone of Zeev

The death of Zeev in front of the main building as well as the school courtyard made all corners of Aerospace State High School grieve. Several police officers visited my school to conduct a crime scene after the most tragic tragedy ever happened. Several teachers and students were questioned as witnesses to Zeev's death, including me – the single most convincing eyewitness source, considering I was the only one to find Zeev dead.

The police tried many times to dig the deepest information out of me. And many times it was also that I gave the most consistent answer, sobbing without a word said. The adults of – police and teachers of – finally gave up and took me away from the place that from now on has become the scariest place for me. The place where Zeev was stiffened three steps before me.

In the end this afternoon the school gave an emergency policy to repatriate all of its students, including returning me with the most nadir circumstances. I was forced to go home with the trauma that might haunt me for life. And all of that was due to Zeev's selfish decision.

You evil Zeev!

Zeev's difficult departure for me pardon locked me in a helplessness. Mama and Viona's embrace no longer felt soothing. There's nothing I want more than Zeev to come back to life. Is my wish to see her warm smile every day at school a greedy request? I never even expected that Zeev should be mine. Never does.

Be honest. I don't want to admit that Zeev is dead. This heart and mind deny it. I even pretended to be deaf when the adults said they found a letter on the roof that contained Zeev's apology and regret. I don't want to believe that because I know that Zeev would never do such a bad thing to anyone, including himself. Isn't that right, Zeev?

All the ways I did to get out of the eerie enigma labyrinth. However, my efforts have not found a bright spot. Only Zeev can answer that. And ironically Zeev would never be able to answer me, would he? I love him in a simple way. But, why did he break me in the most extraordinary way? Zeev is really evil! It was the only thing that my mind could recollect over and over again from the way home until I finally ended up lying on the back of a cold bed.

I will never forgive you, Zeev!

Three hours I locked myself in my room, leaving myself alone. And for three hours also the time I used to mourn Zeev's departure without a hint of sedatives. I was only able to immerse my head in the best contest place – pillows – which only to him the lake in this eye patch I want to mvoar.

I'm going to Zeev's funeral, aren't I? You sure you don't want to see Zeev one last time? viona's speech half an hour ago, now re-stir in my listener's senses.

Viona tried to make an offer for me to attend Zeev's funeral procession to capture my last sunset in the memory storehouse. However, my ego, which half an hour ago was very round and did not want to attend Zeev's funeral, is now transformed into a debris of regret that can never be paid. I am sorry that I will never be able to express my heart to Zeev, now we must overcome the greatest regret for never being able to see the face of Zeev who fell asleep in peace in his best resting place.

Humans are indeed the most fascinating and mysterious perfect creatures that God has created. Even I am the master who fully controls conscience and reason is sometimes made unable to guess what substances possess my body. Suddenly this frontal lobe acted impulsively and led me straight to Zeev's burial place. Mom was telling me to change clothes. However, I refused because my heart was too swollen and ready to jump if not synchronized. I who was enveloped in a panic then went to use a motorbike to split the traffic without paying attention to the warning of my mother not to speed on the road. There's an anasir in me who wants a final meeting with Zeev.

“I dateng Zeev.” My voice trembled as if ready to vent my sobs in front of Zeev's tombstone. “Why did you sell it?” my question was to gather and plead before the tomb covered in flowers to get an answer in any manifestation.

The weeds are busy dancing between the wind as if the presence of the wind is the most beautiful music. The birds were singing after coming home from their pleasant adventure. While I can only hear my sedu sedan for some time without any manifestation of answer from Zeev.

“Zeev.” I tried to be stoic and regulate my breathing, removing the trace of pain that again adorned my face. “You who choose to leave will never know what it feels like to be left behind. And now I came all the way here to punish you, Zeev! You who always smile in front of everyone, obviously should be punished for doing that, right? You are always there for your friends, obviously must be punished because you can not help yourself, right? You who make motions learn we go! You wicked have lost my smile, Zeev!” cecarku on Zeev who will no longer be able to be heard despite this decibel has increased by several octaves.

I went back to breathing and took a big pull. “But, why, Zeev?” ask me along with a more plegmatic tone. “Why can't I punish you and hate you? Why is your departure just to make me understand that you really mean?” tanyaku are greeted by a herd of weeds that are still swaying. “Before I meet you, my life is fine, Zeev. But, after meeting you and only to be separated by a rich gini... Maybe my life will never be like before.” again I finish my words while crying.

Dusk may begin to show the beauty of his finger because it wants to entertain me. The wind was blowing harder and hit the surface of the face as if to remove the trace of pain between my tears. And suddenly I was able to feel a touch that grabbed me from behind. A warmest hug I've never felt as if I thought I was the coldest man in the world, a paradox I had to swallow in reality.

“Who are you?” investigate the woman in white dress after removing her wound that had calmed me down. “Why cry in front of the grave of your child?” the question was quite affirming that the sad-faced woman before me was the mother of Zeev.

“I Lunar, school minister Zeev.” timpalku while wiping the clear lips that are still left on the cheeks. “Mother why is it still here? Shouldn't have come home from earlier, huh?”

“Mother forgetfulness something.” said mother, come along with a small lantern that has emitted its small rays. “Zeev does not like dark places.” put it near the headstone to accompany the night Zeev. “Sorry, you were accidentally horrified all your chat with Zeev.” he explained, successfully fishing for rain that spilled back from a pair of netraku.

Mother again tried to calm me down while holding both of my hands as if she wanted to share some of her strength after we fell for losing one of the precious people in our lives.

“If I knew Zeev had a problem. If only I wanted a little attention from Zeev... Maybe now Zeev is still with us right, bun?” my rhetorical question can't be deferred. I only found a bitter smile with a clear circle flowing from the beautiful petals of the mother. “If only I could go back in time. If only I had been given a second forging. I will definitely prevent Zeev from admitting that. I promise I'll congratulate Zeev on that.”

“Mother knows, surely you really love right, same Zeev? But, next time you can not carelessly talk about the promise of rich that, Lunar. We can't make promises to just anyone. The promise has an important meaning and may even be more sacred than you imagine.” timbal mother seplegmatis possible, her voice drowned me in peace. “Now we wish Zeev all the best. Nothing more Zeev needs than prayer for his good seakrang.”