Nurvati
Episode 179: In Secret Smile.
Gradually things improved, help from other cities was immediately lowered, in addition to this disaster being the topicality of chatter throughout the Western cities, of course time was involved in the scope that was not felt.
After all the situations can be overcome, the morning sun began to break the dark night, melt the pitch, every tinge of orange baskara impressed menerbukan new hope has come, the new hope has come, the night was knocked out and the light of the morning illuminated the city of Barata.
A new day has arrived, not only that, Nurvati and the five teenagers have gathered in the city square, along with the sky which began to be decorated with military troops passing by, they talked about history today and that was with Sary; quin's mother.
They also had time to praise Nurvati's wings, about the fit embedded in his back. Or flatter the white goose who is able to twist to this difficult level.
Nerta was a bit sad, her face was so sad, some other friends to give verbal motivation. But it failed.
Even Sary, who is a smart woman, triggers jokes to ease the pills. Only, it also failed.
But on the other hand, Nerta who is indeed a typical person who wants to be heard, suddenly nyeleletuk back to reveal his unek-unties.
“Although my mother was cruel ... even though she liked to hit me .. or yell at me .. but ... when she saw her crying and suffering ... I understand that there is a burden that I cannot understand and still .. lose the person who gave birth to me it feels heavy ..”
By biting with the weight of loss, with teary eyes and with a sense of pity in his parents. Nerta tumungkul's. ”I ... I just haven't thanked my parents ... even ... it's too prestige to say my affection for them...“
All is quiet, in this field the individuals are silent. Sinks their feelings into grief.
Moreover, Nurvati is very understanding of Nerta, she and herself have something in common. Prestigious to say his affection and after losing the figure of an old man, then the awareness of how important the figure who cared for and who loved the first time was, very valuable.
”It's okay guys ... it's okay, it doesn't matter ..“ Quin said trying to calm his best friend down.
“A rude old man does not need to cry, mending do'ain not to be tortured in hell ...,” Arista joked innocently.
“Hus ..don't do so .. how also ...,” Sary's speech faltered.
Because Marn had come, flying so hastily, she even called Nerta, looking panicked, but still in control.
“Talay!”
“Tal ...”
For that, the focus of attention is immediately directed at him.
As he landed right before them, Marn stood looking at Nerta so seriously and intensely.
“Mother ... is dead .. even without a goodbye .. I .. and I have failed ...,” Nerta lamented with haggardness and regretful hump.
Marn momentarily fell silent, then her gaze turned on each person, scanning them in seriousness. So the conclusion is obtained, if here the situation is sad.
Instead of being sad, Marn actually dared to say, “Have been a boy... don't cry so, our parents were stupid with us ... and se..” Marn's sharp-sounding argument was cut.
“I'm not a kid! And I'm not like big brother! I still love them!” sergeant Nerta stopped Marn. His soul as a child began to radiate and still defend his parents.
Marn shared a wry smile between teasing and appreciating her sister who, despite sometimes being tortured by her parents, still recognized Hamenka and Ira as her beloved parents.
No more words were born from Marn's mouth.
Until after three seconds the atmosphere filled with silence, just as Marn turned to Nurvati. Things got a little strange. Strange enough, because somehow since when, there Nurvati even in the middle of the tumungkul deep sleep.
The whole teenager was even a little shocked by the incident. It was not usual for the Elf race to fall asleep in this crucial condition.
“Wah wah ... still had time for you to fall asleep ... Nurvati ...,” quipped Marn with an unexpected waist.
So the white goose suddenly scratched Nurvati's left leg, trying to wake her up.
Until accompanied by the sound of 'ngok' from the goose, Nurvati was stunned, reawakened to face the life cycle around her.
“Eh .. Yes, what's up?” nurvati asked so casually and seemed to have no problem.
“Loh .. The brother slept in this moment! And that's strange ...,” Arista complains by crossing hands.
“Hehehe .. sorry, inexplicably my sister became nervous ...,” defended Nurvati by laughing at her own attitude and scratching her right shoulder.
"Haah .. therefore do not be a street woman ...," joked Marn casually to slip both hands into the outer pocket of her robe.
"It has nothing to do with street women, heh! You fucking hot guy!" reply Nurvati out loud.
Making all children even put on a look of surprise, assuming as if the two individuals in front of them do have their own problems.
Nerta even looked at Arista meaningfully. His always cheerful and supple attitude again arouses the heart of Nerta, if he will never be lonely. Even the whole face as often as his friends seemed to confirm his life, that indeed he had an important meaning here.
So along with the joy, Nurvati, the white goose and the five teenagers flew together to follow Marn to the place to eat.
While Sary can only wave her hands to her son, especially the five teenagers. Seeing their departure and unfortunately can not follow, because it has an unethical obligation if left behind.
And all, that event that had actually become history, began to pass in a sigh of relief, but not a happy ending. All that life again brings only a new beginning.
Like Nurvati who is getting familiar with the five teenagers, or people who must start again living with bitter memories, until those who are restrained are desperate and those who are apathetic, he said, inevitably keep racing together when facing life.
Damaged houses, repaired. Dirty building, cleaned. Those who bear the burden of being orphaned, are cared for by orphanages or on close relatives. Information is collected again. The city of Barata was rebuilt.
All this for a better life. Of course, every person is reluctant to live in futility, all write their life stories and leave them as a form of history.
Yes, the damage and attacks of the demons that present death, form a new meaning for each soul. If they have a meaning that triggers the action to cause a reaction.
Meaning of the importance of life. Although some people do not really care about life that is cyclical, but the fact that there is no normal person who wants to live in pain, it is like the law.
For this reason, they survive. Do not hurt and as much as possible avoid any pain.
The rest is, keep moving forward with time for a principle, ideology or belief. But for those who dissolve in despair, surely waiting for the time to offer death becomes the most beautiful hope for them.
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