Nurvati
Episode 145: Memories of Reaching Sublim. (Jilid 2.)
“Fly and fly, but surely you are back, or if not ... I will catch up with you soon ..”
With an apathetic spinning time, which dissolved his heart to savor every moment of his past memories, freezing him to a restraint.
”Mother, am I really mom's daughter?“
”Mother, am I mother's biological child?“
”Mother, is it possible that I am not a biological child?“
”Mother, who are my real parents?“
”Mother ...“
”... mother ...“
”... mother ...“
" ... "
Doubts about the presence of Nurvati in the small family gave birth to tens to hundreds of questions filling the reality.
I don't know when the doubt faded, because it was still thick with the feeling of pain there.
It was not a trivial thing when he saw this as a big problem.
Indeed, there have been many smiles that expand, or maybe mimic an upset face that radiates.
This form of affection is sometimes interpreted as bribing mere perception. If Nurvati must believe her parents are her biological parents.
The little girl was entangled by those who demanded perfection. Complaining that he is not as good as his parents, strengthen his behavior if the little girl is not their biological child.
His repressed wild thoughts or mentally repressive thoughts, or all the charges in a repressive society against him, may have been his repressive life. I don't know what's going on, but it's starting to form a complete mind-set alongside his psyche.
The little girl easily dissolved in her feelings, the little girl was easily incited by words.
Walk alone in solitude or with those who desire to be perfect.
Until the little girl found a dead end and had to go back around, but it meant having to go back to bear her own fishermen.
And the mother will welcome him again with a calm smile without burden, or sometimes there is a warm embrace to let down her disappointment.
Make all his anger poured on his anger, berating destiny or wronging his parents who do not handle destiny.
”WHY DON'T MOM AND DAD BEAT UP THOSE WHO SLANDERED US?!”
“CITIZENS HERE HATE US!”
“CITIZENS IN THIS HOUSING ARE VERY RACIST!”
I don't know what happened, but the little girl was only easily infected with her wild thoughts.
His father often invited Nurvati to see the earth from behind the clouds and again Nurvati was never happy with it, it only doctrinn him if he was the real son of the parents.
Princess Kerisia who originally evoked the trust to crack, just bud by her own sentence. ”We are only puppets of the Most Individualistic .. so never trust anyone .. because the ends are all for the sake of the Most Individualistic.“
”Nurvati .. justice is only for rulers and saints ... Nurvati .. justice is achieved by war and blood ... Nurvati, don't speak justice if you don't dare kill people who hate you ..“
Then the hatred came out of the little girl's heart. To see it all as an opponent and death as justice.
Reality is not as beautiful as a fairy tale that ends full of smiles of happiness. Thought Nurvati.
Although the father had also tried to doctrine it with words, the hatred did not fade in an instant. ”Nah ... Nurvati .. if your compassion is not appreciated, just relax ...“
Although the hatred of his parents is quite sad, but his father and mother did not hate the child in the least. His love is always sincere.
In school, it is the same, there is no meaning to life, except to see that only with death can justice be done.
A little boy Nurvati once killed, only with the poison of the poor boy died in his mother's lap.
Making the curves of a grateful smile etched on Nurvati's smooth face and evocative of her true mindset; justice was indeed achieved by blood and war.
It's just that, all of a sudden, reality took the lives of his two parents.
The fact that even out there are both pursuing justice cannot be denied.
It made the nelangsa fill his lonely soul and his wild mind saw death as a medicine. Whether excessive or not, but thankfully it is a fact.
It is regretful that the moment of death answers all his doubts, if the name of a father and a mother will always welcome his child as he is, always take care of him selflessly.
The conclusion he realized was quite foolish, knowing that he had to die for his doubts to be broken, but thankfully Nurvati became more and more convinced, if the adult woman and the adult man, it was worth mentioning as a father and mother.
For some reason, when the boy was present. He showed new hope.
Nurvati felt that the death that she had assumed as a cure, it was not necessarily also, it could have been death was even poison.
The boy had a calm smile with his crisp voice.
He was the first boy to take her flying.
He's the boy who took him on an adventure.
He's a boy who introduced a beautiful life.
He's a boy Nurvati considers a friend.
He was the calm boy Nurvati called Falas.
Whether what happened to him, there is still waiting for a miracle or maybe awaited by death.
The time that passed seemed unable to disturb him.
It was in the dream that he could look again at the figure who used to form sweet memories with him.
In the dream also, the sense of pleasure can burst again, or also annoyance can exist again.
Maybe every time a dream with him can evoke a beautiful impression.
This flower garden and the colorful water pond here, visualized again.
The engrossed Falas, was busy playing pool water with his feet forming water ripples.
Nurvati just stood in the other pond, looking at her meaningfully.
Smiling a shady Falas there, the boy could even laugh there, laughing just as the country plays the water ripples.
Is that how simple a boy can have fun? Nurvati never knew the answer.
Or when Falas diverted his blue netra right on Nurvati's sweet face. The boy's shady smile was still willing to bend just for Nurvati.
Until the visuals that do not disappear develop again in other dreams.
Whether what happened to him, there is like waiting for a miracle or maybe awaited by death.
Duration of time does not break all those bonds.
His casual gaze, always thick, moved Nurvati to turn away.
In the garden, as the bubbles from the flowers rose, the boy touched every bubble, just for the sake of pleasure.
In fact, the race to break the bubble was done and it was to let the excitement rise.
The two Fairy boys were running around in the park, having fun breaking bubbles, laughing cheerfully awake to fill the atmosphere to always be bright.
I don't know what happened to him.
The feeling remained so, looking again at the memories that invited smiles and passion to survive.
When the sun goes down, the two of them look at the day as fun.
Always make a deep impression on them.
I don't know why he is so.
Sepinya dissolves with her dreams in memories between beautiful or even nelangsa.
At that time Nurvati stood on a large stone of cream shades, looking intensely at Falas who was busy spreading fireflies.
Hundreds of scattered fireflies had made a smile disappear on Falas' face, his gaze so sharp glare.
For that Nurvati approached him, asking him what formed his face so seriously.
”It's okay .. I just remembered another thought ....“
Despite the heartbreaking facts she had hidden, her thin lips were still able to smile calmly.
Memories.
Memories that bind his subconscious.
Calm smile.
His shady gaze.
Calm attitude.
Her sky blue eyes.
Or his weird joke.
Those memories did bind Nurvati.
Yes, those memories become a bond of relationship that is reluctant to separate. Those memories shaped her up until now, binding her feelings and those feelings tied her up.
”If we hadn't met ... would you have killed yourself, Nurvati?“ falas asked with a long look towards the rising sun.
”I don't know .. but, if I kill myself, why would you stop a fool like me?“ reply Nurvati while looking at the sunrise baskara.
”I asked if you killed yourself or not, not to stop you ...,“ Falas rattled casually.
Nurvati nodded in understanding the meaning of his words.
And, yes, such are the memories, which bind, strengthen or weaken, which form their own feelings.
From that beginning, it will all end.