The Midnight
End of Journey

My body feels very light, like it can be blown by the wind. Like floating in the air. I approached the cracked car glass and reflected there. I see my own body, but this is different! Not like it used to be so pretty. My face was crushed, my hair was tangled, my body was covered in a long white cloth, torn, and shabby. No more my beautiful clothes and my perfumed perfume first, or my high heels. The smell of carnation stings. My feet don't step on the ground! I was silent and the day was getting night. Everyone left me under this tree…

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Music filled the space of this luxurious car. A white-glowing sedan drove through the mountain road. On the left side of the road are green trees. They lined up gallantly but ducked as if obedient to something invisible. Nature is strong but simple. Nature is too holy to be defiled by the despicable deeds of men, like me. I immediately remembered the depravity I had been doing all this time. My admiration for the natural beauty that is plastered behind the glass of this car is nothing compared to my admiration for myself. I am beautiful, charming, sweet-talking, and good at seducing men. I enjoy my company with men who are able to fulfill all my desires, desires, and ambitions.

Like Donny, the guy driving next to me. He took me on a white sedan to an exclusive lodge at the foot of the mountains. Who does not know this area? So cool and romantic to spend the night with your partner. Yeah, like me and Donny. This afternoon we began our journey to find lodging in this area. The sky began to shade and the air was getting cooler greeted our trip.

“Venna, where are we going?” ask Donny. That handsome guy smiled at me.

I who have been enjoying the scenery since, now switch to enjoying the creation of this one God. Donnie. Who is the woman who is not attracted to him? His father was a former high-ranking official who also had various businesses. Donny inherited one of his father's businesses. With all the facilities, plus a beautiful face, he was able to conquer my heart. There are things I don't like about him. I was too recalcitrant and did not care about his married status. Yeah, Donny's not a single guy…

“We are looking for a good dong.. Time to nginep in a cheap place anyway, Darling” said spoiled me. Donny laughed crisply. It is fascinating. I loved everything about him, except one: his wife. Oh yeah, one more.. He also has a 2-year-old son. You stupid shit with all that! Donny himself wants to go crazy with me.

My acquaintance with Donny happened when I had a singing job at an exclusive cafe. My first profession is a singer. With a melodious voice and a beautiful face, it is not difficult to get a singing job from cafe to cafe, or from stage to stage. Unfortunately, I haven't had a chance to be a recording singer. Actually my income is good, but I still always feel less. For the cost of body care, stage costumes, jewelry, accessories, bags, shoes, glasses, private vehicles, and others. All supporting items I must have for appearance to look more ‘wah’. It's one of my ways to captivate the heart of the person who wears my services.

But in addition to singing, I also did not reject the invitation to date men who were amazed by my charm. There must be a fair reward. Arguably it's ‘plu-plus’ service. Until I met Donny and this time something was different. Unlike other men I only need the money for, but especially Donny, I also need him always by my side. Either because he is the richest, the most handsome, the most considerate, or because we love each other. Yeah, it's all true! Without a care Donny is married and has children. I feel like he really loves me and I love him the same.

Looking at Donny's face made me even more eager to have him. I clasped Donny's shoulder driving the car. Our journey almost reached the inn. Suddenly Donny's phone placed on the dashboard reads a sign there is an incoming call. I'll pick it up right away. I read the name listed on the phone screen: “My Lovely Wife”.

“From who, Venna?” ask Donny while staying focused on driving.

“Your wife! Why still call? You're already saying goodbye to business reasons, right?” I began to suspect.

“Iya.. But if the phone is so usually important.”.

“What's important?” I rejected a call from Donny's wife.

“Venna, Darling... Don't reject!” Donny started protesting me.

A few moments later, a short message came in. From “My Lovely Wife”, its contents: “Mas Donny, Reyhan again sick with fever. He's fussy call Papa on. Please, can go home now!” I blinked my eyes at the SMS. Why am I not his wife? I'm jealous. The kid's sick, and then should Donny go home?

“My wife again who's on the phone? Here, give me the HP! Venna!” donny's voice started to rise.

“I told you, I don't want our show to be interrupted by your wife! Included with this phone!” my snapping.

“Venna, our event is still on! But let me pick up my wife's phone!” Donny was still driving but with one hand tried to grab the phone from my hand.

Without a second thought, I opened the car window and threw the phone into the street! I clasped Donny's hand and said firmly, “You're mine, Don!”

“Venna!! Ey!! What the fuck?!” Donny shouted while trying to take his hand out of my grasp. He looked back, looking at the street where my phone was thrown away. Donny's concentration is up. He no longer looked at the road ahead of him. The inn we were going to was near.

I saw the road flinch. A few meters in front of this car was the figure of a grandmother crossing the street. The condition of the mountain road in the form of sharp bends is very steep. Plus the sky was dark because the sun had just set. It's like this car can't avoid the grandma right in front of us.

“DONN!!! AWAASSS!!!” my screams.

Donny flinched then slammed the steering wheel to the left.

…!!! The car hit a big tree on the side of the road. I felt pain all over my body. Dark view. Silent.

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Eyes open. I was next to a smashed car that hit a tree. I saw a man covered in blood being carried away by the people who were crowding to save him. I looked at his face. I remember, it was Donny! Oh, my Donny. Are you still alive? Then myself? Am I still alive??

My body feels very light, like it can be blown by the wind. Like floating in the air. I approached the cracked car glass and reflected there. I see my own body, but this is different! Not like it used to be so pretty. My face was crushed, my hair was tangled, my body was covered in a long white cloth, torn, and shabby. No more my beautiful clothes and my perfumed perfume first, or my high heels. The smell of carnation stings. My feet don't step on the ground!

I started crying, moaning, lamenting myself. I was crying harder, but no one cared. I screamed out loud but all I heard was ******* unclear. Wanna get out of here. I want to go home, but this body is just like it's fixated here. I was silent and the day was getting night. Everyone left me under this tree…

(People who pass by the road or stop under the big tree, especially at night, say they often hear the sound of women crying. The surrounding residents believe it is a creature of the inhabitants of a large tree that is the spirit of the accident victims. Wallahu’alam.Just Allah is All-Knowing about the spirit which is limited by the sight of man. Let's make it a life lesson. As His servants, we should always do good to anyone to be safe wherever we are.)