Nandithas
CANDRA'S ADVICE
The days passed by, the bright sky turned dark, and returned bright, becoming a color on every passing date. But the cloud of grief still lingers on the sad face, a young girl named Namira Arjava.
True, said Nandita, regret always comes too late. But this time he regretted hugging the girl, not because at the beginning he did not want to meet his mommy, but regretted because fate was so unfair to him.
Namira is too comfortable struggling in grief, so she forgets that is the true law of nature. The coming will surely go away, though leaving a tightness and soreness in the upper reaches of the heart. Not unjust destiny, only we as humans who are too small to interpret the gifts that God gives.
Four months already Sapphira had left, embarking on a new journey in a different world, but the princess still wished it were all just a dream.
Namira became more quiet, more often confined to the room, very rarely willing to gather with his friends or even with gunadh and Nandita himself. It is as if he is creating a new world, which is only himself, his memories and dreams that are there.
Even Gunadh finds it difficult to get close to his daughter, and can only give up on letting Namira with her new world.
Even Nandita, he is also busy with his new job. So it must be able to divide the time between work, family, and personal affairs with Gunadh, including Namira. Especially at this time, Candra who a few months ago just gave birth to her first baby, often poured his complaints on Nandita. And as a close friend, of course the woman as much as possible present accompany Candra.
"Bec,"
"Mm-mm"
"How are you doing with Gunadh?" Candra asked, when Nandita came to her house after going home to teach.
"Well, why?"
"When are you going to the next level? I haven't talked about it for a long time." Cecar Candra again.
Although in the past they have been involved in conflicts, but now Nandita and Candra are like siblings. Whatever the case, they divide without awkward. Even Nandita more often exchanged news with Candra, compared to the brother who has now settled in Paris in his fiancee's country.
The bright smile that was originally attached to Nandita's face slowly turned sour. His index finger still continued to play the tiny baby red cheeks before him, but his eyes began to dim.
He did not know what to answer Candra's question, because he also did not know where to go with Gunadh now.
In the past, they were both eager to get married soon, after Nandita returned from Turkey. But between plan and reality often do not go hand in hand.
The death of Sapphira changed all the romance between the three. Nanditha, Gunadh, and Namira are again faced with circumstances that do not support them to unite.
"I don't know, Ndra. Ethical, I asked about this to mas Gunadh? Mira's still grieving, when are we having a wedding?" Nandita replied at last, after being silent for a while.
"He should be, who has the initiative. The time of day should also be over. When do we want to know someone who has died? After all, Mira's crying, will not turn her mother to life again, right? His wound was so big. The rich dead are holy men of many merits to you." Say Candra with her judes face.
"Ssttt can't do that, Ndra ... You see," Nandita looked at the friend with a dislike look.
"Don't beat your mama, son ... Consider that that talk did not exist. Don't be sadistic like your mama when you're older." Nandita said to the little baby of the male sex.
"That fact, Ta. Don't let it happen and repeat itself. You both do not reveal each other's contents, long ago become a time bomb. Anyway Gunadh mas is not aware, the problems of Safira and Mira are always above the interests of the two of you. You want, always at the duakan number continues with him?"
"That's not it, Ndra ...."
"Hhmmm yes ...." Nandita refused to argue.
Come to think of it, it was true what Candra said. He should talk to Gunadh. Must seek certainty, because not only Candra who asked about her relationship with Gunadh, Grandpa Cakra and his uncles also asked the same thing.
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Nandita was pensive on the balcony of her boarding house located on the second floor. His eyes looked far ahead, where clouds were rising up in the sky that afternoon.
The words of the friend continued to ring, disturbing his mind.
True, indeed all this time he tried to ignore the discomfort in his heart. Distracting the mind, with other things, so as not to focus on a plan that has not been implemented.
Deep down, he wanted to ask Gunadh this question, but he hesitated.
"Well, what the hell?" Gunadh's voice was so close to his ear, it made the woman startled. He almost raised his fist. Grateful Gunadh was quick to hug her from behind.
"The soul of his picnic is still strong it turns out yes?" Said the man again, still hugging Nandita's slender body.
"Mas ih ... Ngagetin knows. Why don't you knock on the door?" Ketus Nandita, looking towards Gunadh.
"For what trouble, yank?" Gunadh asked, not responding to the protest from his lover.
Nandita remained silent for a while, before finally shaking her weak head.
Gunadh took off his hand, then sat leaning back on the balcony barrier. Staring intensely at the lover who was sitting on a wooden chair, with his head bowed.
He was more and more convinced, there was something Nandita was hiding from him right now.
"Jank ...."
"Where's Mira mas?" Nandita cut Gunadh's speech.
"As usual. He's still closing himself in." Gunadh said slowly.
Nandita took a slow breath.
"Is there anything that bothers your mind yank?" Ask Gunadh again.
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