The After 150
World Rotating
“All of? Your clothes are complete, right? College shirt, Inner cloth, Casual shirt, T-shirt-”
“Already ma'am, all luggage has been packed.” I answered while carrying some stuff out.
“You don't want to bring supplies on the road? Are you sure everything is complete? Try checking your room once again” Again ask mom in a hurry and panic.
“Iyaa bu, there should be no la-” As soon as I stop watching the empty room
I stayed for a moment, the room was tidied up, the items that would be brought were already put in the poppo car, the items that stayed would remain here to store memories in the days past.
“Dirga!! Dirga!! Shouldn't you take poppo to eat here first?” Sahut mother who walked hastily in the living room and then saw me who just silently lamented the room.
I took a moment to enjoy this room for the last time before facing a new life, as soon as I felt the worn out tables and chairs I could see myself sitting there asleep, I could imagine my mother entering the room enveloping me and hugging me tightly.
“You can see it.. It doesn't feel like we've made it through it all.. You're a great kid through it all.” Whisper mother
“BIBI CELIA !! Didn't I taste a bit of your cooking??” Poppo screams from the kitchen.
“Wait for aunt poppo!! Enjoy your time dirga.” Mom patted me on the shoulder and immediately helped poppo in the kitchen.
“Yahh without you also poppo, I do not know what will be like... and also.. rara.”.
I never forgot him, Asmaraloka Kirana when I pulled the drawer of the study desk I found a book containing the nights I spent with him, many attempts have been made to find him but never give me the answer I hope, Asmaraloka Kirana phenomenon remains an unsolved mystery, her mysterious origins and her self continue to reside in my mind
those 150 nights that ended suddenly also gave a question mark on my mind, in the last night it disappeared unlike the previous nights, he was illuminated by the moonlight and slowly disappeared between the lights.
On that last night I thought I could still see him the next night, but I never thought I'd have any dreams the next night, when I fell asleep at night suddenly I was in the morning the next day, if only I knew it was our last moment then I would try to give him a good farewell.
Asmaraloka Kirana phenomenon, until now I can not explain herself whether she is really a real girl or just an illusion created by my dreams, he said, not everything that appears in a dream is real, it could be just an illusion created by the human mind.
It is basically something that can be understood that the Asmaraloka Kirana figure is just an illusion created by the mind of a lonely child like me, but he feels very real.
It may sound a bit absurd but I can feel it, she is a real girl, her way of enthusiastically wanting to get to know me and tell her days, she said, then how he responds to all my stories, all about him feels so real to me.
“I will still look for you.. I trust you..”.
“Who is that? Again-Again girls 1000 KM?” Tanya poppo was carrying a bowl of mother-made soup
The paper was drawn by me years ago, one night Rara asked me to paint her in her new clothes and when I woke up in the morning I went back to making the painting, until now I kept the painting in my book nights with him.
“Yeah that's how it is.” Answer me
“If in thought your behavior looks like a freak.”
“I don't think so, your strange behavior will certainly be overwhelmed by your positive values so much.”
“Good then, also what do you think of the soup? Should we take him for a trip later??”
“Yes!! That's an amazing idea!! I'll talk to aunt lucia!!” And so poppo rushed back to the kitchen to see mom.
While I was stopped in the middle room, the suitcase filled with mail was still beside the television and the video tape was still stored in the player, I saw the photo plastered in the middle room.
“Of course.. This would not have happened without you, even without your presence in some of the dying moments of our lives, but you have greatly influenced our lives.
I walked up to her photo that was plastered in the middle room and stroked her face slowly, she said, when I saw the door of the house that opened out I could again see myself standing there waving at him in the middle of the night and raining.
He was about to enter his classic car, but he then turned around and returned my hand, I heard him, I remembered him again, on that night the sound of the raindrop hitting the roof was very loud, but my hearing was only focused on his voice.
“Although separated by 1000 Kilometers, I will still love you.”
As the world seemed to stop moving for a moment, the rain stub stopped and my whole senses focused on hearing his words and catching his look that night, he smiled thinly with his lips trembling trying to endure the sadness.
If I could just sit with him for 1 hour...1 minute is enough to know what I'm going to get out of my mouth is it an expression of sadness?, happiness?, or maybe disappointment?, but one thing is certain I will tell you that I love him too.
“Come dirga !! if we wait any longer, we will get there by !!” Sahut poppo loudly in his 4x4 car
“I go first yes ma'am..” then slowly kiss mother's hand
Mother then held onto both of my shoulders and she stared at her son one last time before leaving for a long time.
“Not you or your father, one day you will leave this place...but you will go home right??”
“I will definitely go home mom... I will be a better figure than him, after all it is not the duty of a boy to his father.”
“You are indeed ingenious yes.” Mother said furiously while pinching my face.
I stepped into the poppo car and went back to watching mom and home, the house where everything happened, everything from the beginning to the far to the present, time was spinning very fast.
The poppo car started moving and mom waved her hand as we moved away, and I kept waving at her until she disappeared in the distance.
It is time to open a new page, the world will continue to spin and all the events that pass will not be repeated, but the events that pass will be a lesson for the future.
It ends my story here, my beginning as Dirgantara Aksa Dicolor.