Now Or Soon U Mine!
15. Don't Gone
"Eh? It can't be Dong Bang!" They protested.
However, the aura of the room suddenly changed drastically. The rarity and laughter evaporated just like that. Mr. Haryata acted strangely, then spread to other family members except Bara and Akilla himself. "Ha–a–p–pa? B–b–be–ja–ko–arn–" strange sounds as if cut off and arranged randomly. The bodies of the three of them also experience strange things, fade, disappear partially, pale color, continue to alternate with each other more quickly just blinking.
Bara and Akilla looked at each other in shock. Inching away from the dining table, "me-they why?" akilla asked in vain. Even her husband did not know what was going on.
As if the incident did not scare the two enough, the oddity spread more widely. The walls shook without sound, the dead things around them changed shape in seconds.
Akilla's knees trembled to the point that he couldn't hold his own weight. Had Bara not caught his shoulder, he would have collapsed unconscious. In such a situation, there was nothing that Bara could do. Let alone comforting or ridiculing the sheer courage of Akilla as usual, he himself felt the same overwhelming fear, even though his prestige could cover a red face holding back his cries.
Unlike the case with Bara who can hide his cowardly figure, Akilla's cry broke slowly. Bodies shaking violently, teeth grinding, Akilla could only give most of her body weight to Bara who kept biting her anxious lips.
The earth shake that continued to strengthen made Bara and Akilla nauseous, as if shaken in a jar, their faces were more than pale. Unable to prevent, Akilla wrapped her hand around Bara's waist. For a moment forget the common sense he had from birth. For a second to be missed, the horrific event reached its peak, ending in a deafening explosion. The blinding light spread throughout the magnificent houses of the Haryata family.
Silent. Like the universe is playing around. The two people were still gluing their petals tightly together. The conditions were too quiet, even the sound of the wind blowing was not heard.
They opened their eyes slowly. Heart palpitations still seem to shake. End up? Is it all over?
"Ehem! Eh.. I guess we haven't been muhrim?" Bara scratched his head using his index finger, his face slightly met with red.
Unforgivable mistakes, including forgiveness from himself. Akilla jumped away, his face so abnormal just to be surprised. More to horror and creeps. Bended legs. Akilla covered her smouldering face while squatting down. Ah, he had to look for a jar of tenuous marks, it was the only place where his face could be streamed after this embarrassing incident.
Akilla's terrible facial water was a little tarnishing his pride, Bara poking the shoulder of Akilla who was on his back. The girl just shook her hands, telling her to stay away. Maybe he needed a little time to calm that mountain of shame.
"You're ashamed, I could have missed that incident. But now this is not the priority, can you not look in this direction?" bara said start to relax. He admitted that the great incident also deprived him of most of his sanity, but what he was seeing shrank his sanity.
Doubtful Akilla turned his head, afraid that Bara would deliberately fish to see his face that looked like Cepot, one of the famous Sundanese puppet figures with red skin. It was not the expression of fear, nor the shame lodged in her face, but rather the admiration of something beautiful shifted all her focus.
The white background as far as the eye can see, begins to be refilled by the diverse and perfectly decorated colors of life. The empty ceiling slowly gave rise to their original color, a dark blue with no mist exactly like the horizon they had seen the last time before the incident. The little dots then live as if there was a switch that made them pop up in space.
The skyscrapers grew from the ground around them like a magic beanstalk in a fairyland. Compactly, checkered windows from afar begin to emit light rays.
"For whatever reason, I never felt in entering hell, continue to be lifted into paradise paradise.. THAT WAS SO COOL, WASN'T IT?!?" akilla's hiss turned into a mega scream that blurred in the crowd of the city. Streets created like a cake roll that is released again began to be crowded despite the various number of wheels.
It's too weird, abnormal, magical, all those incidents were completely out of his mind. Bara is still pecking on the pavement decorated with large round stones that lined up neatly like a giant round tofu. Light poles and classic-style public chairs full of fashion, a package with people who chat with friends and girlfriend. The boisterous atmosphere typical of the city at night was so familiar and too normal. Bara ignored Akilla who ran to and fro greeting the street buskers who wore ghost costumes and cartoon characters along the sidewalk that always managed to be the attraction of tourists who were visiting Bandung.
No less interesting, the magnificent sturdy mosque is located at a distance of 20 meters in front of it. White domes that emit bright light up to the end of a wide field of synthetic grass in front of him. "The square? How suddenly?"
Unclear chatter and the sound of vehicle engines that are mutually unpretentious the longer the boisterous. No, this crowd is different from the crowd that some minutes he felt.
"What the hell is going on?" he faintly heard the conversation behind him.
"Don't know, but how about a gathering in the middle of the road?" his friend asked.
"Cepet call an ambulance! Let this mbak can be handled!!" shouted someone in the middle of the crowd that was increasingly clustered.
The deg!
Bara's eyes widened. His eyes looked around, looking for something that felt lost without a trace. His body was spinning like his mind was spinning furiously. His breathing began to pant, the atmosphere grew increasingly noisy and nauseating. He pressed his ears under pressure.
Without hesitation or further thought, Bara hurriedly ran towards the horde of strangers who were in a rage waiting for an ambulance.
"Where are you going?!"
The feet spontaneously braked. His heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest. Looking quickly, he found someone who almost managed to blow up his entire body. He thought he would be abandoned by more people.
He ran back, but in a different direction. His speed increased as his distance with Akilla dwindled. The 10-meter range was noticeably farther away than Bara felt.
Bruk! Bara's body hit Akilla hard. The sausage felt a little charred in the girl's hand just falling down. He could feel Bara's sturdy body trembling incoherently. His hand tried to release Bara's strong arm coiled around his neck. The hug was too eraf. Akilla's a little bit of a no oxygen. His neck was locked due to the tight embrace of the man who was 25cm taller than him. "This is a moment.." whispered right in Akilla's ear. There was no good or bad response, Akilla said.
Emotional turmoil embraced Bara at that moment. The family he saw fifteen minutes ago was missing for no apparent reason right in front of him. Excitement ambushed Bara for the first time when he arrived in the world is not clear of its existence. Her brother who was forever gone seemed to come back home. Heart Tn. The frozen treasure was blinded by money, melted by the affection of a father he had never had since his brother left. So perfect and moving. What else does he need besides that?
But, an impossible return while his brother is to be paid more at the expense of his entire family. Is this even? Fair? Bara never asked, even though he wanted to, he would not demand more so that he got in return very much more than he was ready to account for.
If indeed fate had kindly lent the presence of Radka and her father's kindness for a moment, then deprived him of even more, Bara now had only Akilla. I don't want him to depend on that girl. Because Akilla was the only one who experienced the same thing as him. Trapped in time. Indirectly, he did not want to lose Akilla.