Nurvati
Episode 23: Important Meeting.
Life goes on again, the times in the heat of war still surround time, the day after the unique adventures of Falas and Nurvati, this afternoon, they will hold an important meeting. Right, it's important to Nurvati. A meeting with the Falas family that has become a curious burden for Nurvati.
In the city with magnificent buildings encrusted with jewels and diamonds, right in the corner of the housing with magnificent houses like the palace of a king. Nurvati had been standing in front of Falas' house with the owner of the house; falas. Standing on the white grass in the yard. The house is bigger than the house of Nurvati's parents. Floating above the ground three meters high. Shining white shades.
Right now, the time was filled with silence and the netra staring at the house of Falas in a curious thirst, more than that, at a distance of two meters, the old man Falas had stood looking at Nurvati with pleasure. It is really only the father who is present without his life companion.
He's a man who's the age of Nurvati's late father, 37,194 years old, —37 years old according to human— tall man count with one wing on his back, his body covered in a robe of green shades, blue Netra is sharp like Falas netra, gymnastics skin without pores like the Fairy race is, the romance looks strange. Yes, the look on his face was strange and his eyes were unfocused, his mouth was smiling but it was like describing an abnormality.
In that case, Nurvati's mind was suddenly filled with questions about what made Falas' father seem so strange. This was the first time Nurvati had seen the body gesture of the Fairy race look 'strange'.
“Nurvati ... This is my home .. and my father does have a psychiatric disorder,” Beber Falas without hesitation straightforwardly. This statement should be considered a fact.
Suddenly, Nurvati's reflexes immediately turned to the right looking at Falas in shock. And Falas stepped closer to his father, he pulled his father's right hand, leading him closer to Nurvati. Nurvati was introduced to Falas' real father. They —Nurvati and the father of Falas— shook hands with Falas' guidance.
Confused, clumsy and no matter what else surrounded Nurvati's mind, because clearly, he did not think that Falas' father had a psychiatric disorder. Until when the motion of the father who seemed to laugh like a child, based on the conclusion about the parents of Falas was indeed 'sick', even after Nurvati mentioned his name, the father of Falas to applaud joy.
“Hehehe .. we are friends .. our herd,” said the father while clapping to make the sound 'prok' 'prok' 'prok' 'prok'.
I don't know what he meant, but there, Nurvati just stung in a serious look. Not knowing how to respond, confusion now controls Nurvati's mind.
Nevertheless, Falas and his father seemed familiar without any obstacles. Like no problem at all.
“Oh yes, Nurvati, sorry yes, for my mother ... actually dead,” said Falas in earnest and implied deep sadness.
Obviously, the second fact made the curiosity about the old man Falas disappear instantly. His mind felt shaken to wake up, even his iris was rounded with the performance of the brain showing one fact; that out there there there are still far more suffering than Nurvati.
One emotion called empathy began to appear showing its existence in Nurvati. Exactly, Nurvati began to feel pity, and the emotions that had been exiled due to suspicion on Falas, now it appeared more nuanced: Nurvati was moved.
“Well, now you're happy, right?” asked Falas to make sure that sounded offensive.
Falas' gaze was locked on Nurvati's green netra which exuded an implied important secret. And Falas' question was a little complicated to reply, Nurvati of course was happy to have paid off her curious thirst, but, she felt empathetic about the situation of Falas' parents, it was enough to make him stare confused, but, silent and there was no way he could make Falas' father an object of joke, so immoral.
The tall, towering trees closed the view, the leafy leaves blocked the existence of the sunlight, and the wind here scorched. Nurvati's facial rut outlined a big question, while Falas seemed happy this tub was a buried treasure.
“This is my mother's grave, or my mother's firecracker,” Falas said by pointing at the large stone in front of him, a sign of his speech is an indisputable reality.
Nurvati kept silent there was no response from the words but she believed in Falas. The trust came thanks to Falas who looked serious and there was no way to hesitate. Within two meters, they stood looking at the stone shades of ash in meaningful contemplation.
Nurvati contemplated what she was experiencing now, her feelings were mixed, whether what form of feelings were stirring in her soul. Happy because it starts to know the ins and outs of Falas, or concerned because all this feels sad, or also both feelings are the form. But for sure, Nurvati began to feel for her life that seemed meaningful.
While Falas contemplated the most memorable days with his mother first, about him who was always supported by his mother for Falas to be what Falas wanted, to be, or about the last smile from his mother that invited Falas' tears to fall. And it's all been stored in the sweet memories of the past.
The wind in the forest blowing hard causes the situation for more emotion, the atmosphere full of emotions also covers them both and the value of this reality raises the value of closer intimacy again.
“What happened to your mother?”
The question was born from Nurvati's mouth which came from her curiosity because she still wanted to know more.
Falas's hearing took the question seriously and thanks to him an emotion called 'sad', clutched his soul, of course, his mind turned to the past; remembering the reasons for the reality of life whatever took away his beloved mother.
“Ibuku ... killed suicide here, and that, because of the moral burden that he could not bear,” beber Falas in a kuyu look full of contemplation.
A sentence containing grief was successfully believed by Nurvati as fact, even touching her heart to be able to understand one more thing; falas was both suffering like Nurvati.
“I guess ... Your mother is still alive, you ...” Even the expression on Nurvati's expression was immediately interrupted by Falas.
“Yes, I'm not talking about it just so you can see it for yourself...”
Nurvati was stingy, her body gesture implying receiving Falas' speech.
“Two hundred years ago my mother committed suicide here, right in front of my eyes ...” Falas said with a pause, saying, and his blue netra was focused on the stone before him in a sad heart with an empty look, but as if he was looking back at his mother's last smile; reminiscing.