Not Just Love
Chapter 8. Last prize.

Tired of spilling the burden on the mother. Maya moved to her father's grave, right next to her mother's grave. He greeted and touched the tombstone. Her tears, the more unstoppable the rushing, as well as her crying voice, the more heart-wrenching.

"Dad. Hix, hyx, hyx. I failed, father. I'm sorry, who can't take care of themselves. Please, forgive me."

Maya is very sorry now. Love makes him stupid and blind. Give the honor that should be for her husband later. Now a small seed grew in her womb, without a husband. He also did not complete his education, which was only one step away. Leave regrets, for life.

"Dad, can I? It's too heavy and I'm alone. Hix, hyx, hyx." Maya covered her face with both hands. Crying without fear of being heard by others. He wanted to put all his sadness in front of his parents. For days, he could only cry without making a sound and that made him even more claustrophobic.

"I don't know, why did it happen? I've begged him, but I don't believe me at all. What do I do, Dad? I was pregnant and she dumped me. I don't know what to do? Dad, hyx, hyx, hyx. Why are you just bringing mom? Why not take me too? I'm afraid, hyx, hyx, hyx."

Without notice, the sun began to shade. The heat has decreased. Maya is still crying in front of the tomb, while putting all the lara in her mind.

"Dad. I have to go and start a new life. I promise to come back and bring your grandchildren." Maya touches the father's tombstone, as if she were saying goodbye. He raised both hands while praying.

"I will always pray for you both. Mom, Dad, I'm sorry I let you both down." Maya takes a handful of petals and finds something under a pile of flowers. A white envelope, which was quite thick.

"What's this?" Opening slowly and its contents made both Maya's eyes rounded. Some money and a piece of paper that had been inked in black.

...Sorry, Maya. Believe me, I didn't do it!...

Just that and Maya did not understand, what this writing meant. Who's been keeping it? What does someone know, that he's coming here. Maya ignored all the questions, in her mind. He must go home soon, for the sun will soon sink.

After saying goodbye to her parents, Maya awakens. He looked several times at the graves of his father and mother. From far away and from inside, he kept saying goodbye and apologizing.

Maya does not go straight home, but stops by again to find the owner of the cost.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir."

"Walaikumsalam," replied the middle-aged man who was watering plants in the yard of his house. "You're Maya, right?"

"Yes, Sir. I have a need."

"Yes, it's sitting there." point the father, on the porch of his house. Then, put down the water hose.

"Sir, my rental fee is still two years left. Can I ask him to come back?" maya said, awkwardly.

"Why? You want to move?"

"Yes, Sir. I want to go home to the village. If possible, all the items in my room, if you are interested, I want to sell."

"What stuff?"

"Refrigerator, cupboard, bed, cookware and study table. Everything's still good, sir!"

"Yes, already. Later, I asked my son to check it out. Money, I just transfer, yes. I don't have any cash."

"Good, Sir. Thank you," Maya replied, then said goodbye.

In the room, Maya stays on the bed, which is not in bed. His gaze was blank with puffy eyes and a swollen face. He deliberately did not turn on the lights, so that his boarding neighbors, not aware of its existence. Only the bathroom lights, which became the lights.

"Where should I go? I don't have anything here anymore" he said.

He picked up his bag, remembering the envelope he found. Maya read the writing back on the paper. Repeat, last sentence several times.

"I didn't do it" Maya read over and over again.

Back home, he had bought a new card for his phone. He can scroll the virtual world, to find a place that he will go, tomorrow. A place far away from here and allowing it to work.

Tok to tok.

"Sir May?" The sound of a call from outside was accompanied by a knock on the door.

Maya did not answer, as if she was not in her room. Not arrogant, but better like this. Those who are outside, are not looking to see it, but are looking for justification. And in the end, it will be a conversation that always ends up cornering him.

"Maybe, he's gone. Because, this morning he said he'd lift all his stuff."

Now it was clear who was at the door of his room. The junior that he met this morning and it seems, the girl is not alone.

Maya is still mute in the room, with the phone screen on. He didn't care, with the people in front of his room. Until finally, back to silence.

For the last time, Maya stares at a photo of Zamar on her phone. He has set his heart, to forget it. He didn't want to get hurt and look back. But, any memory, will it be easy to delete it?

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It's only five in the morning and Maya looks good. The suitcase and the bag are at the door. Gardus, which contained pillows and sheets, he put them back.

Maya pulls her suitcase and bag, walking out of the alley. Every now and then, he stopped and looked around. Then, wipe away her fallen tears. He wanted to remember this place before he left.

On top of the motor, with a very cold wind. Maya cries without a sound.

Good bye, Zamar. Our destiny, maybe it's just here.

The sun is no longer shy, to show itself. Morning light, which looks warm, but still feels cold, because of the morning air. Maya is waiting at the bus terminal, which is still quiet.

Mom, dad. Excuse me.

The crystal, it filled Maya's cheeks. The girl, a hiccup with her head down. Both of his hands, stroking his still flat stomach.

"Please, don't you ever ask who your father is? Because mom, I don't have an answer."

Continuing to cry with grief, even Maya had trouble breathing. Because, his nose and mouth, were filled with fluid.

"Mom, will try your best. Please, help me forget your father! Please, don't ever ask her, 'cause she doesn't want us both."

Buses to Maya's destination, parked. Some passengers boarded to take a seat. Maya sits by the window, with tears that have not stopped flowing. For some reason, he felt increasingly ill, as he was about to leave. There is a sense of unwillingness and resentment, in the heart.

For the last time, Maya contacts Zamar with an out-of-head contact number.

"Who?" A distinctive hoarse sound of waking up is heard. Maya seemed to want to cry out loud.

"I'm leaving, Za. Remember, what you told me! Never regret it."

Tut's. Maya's turned off the phone, unilaterally. He also cried hysterically by hitting his chest, in order to breathe. No matter, with the gazes of those who feel pity.

Perhaps, he had to replace the new phone card, while at the destination.

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