The Unforgettable
The Same Wound

Thick night welcomes, replacing the twilight that disappears in the swallow of the night. Febrian stood behind the window of her room. Looking at the dark sky decorated with flickering stars. A sense of tightness gnawed at his heart. The longing was mounting, the shadow about the girl as if spinning clearly in her mind.

His life was completely in disarray after Alira left him. It was too quiet on the side of his heart that there was no desire to organize life. Empty, the taste of it ambushed him without a remnant. Who should he complain to about his heart.

" Ra where are you ? " his groan while holding the window glass. As if touching the shadow, the shadow of his lover who he did not know his existence.

Almost a week, Alira left a Febrian. He has the woman's home address. However, for some reason it seemed as if his gut feeling said the woman was not there. Although this weekend he still decided to go to the residence of Alira's parents.

" Aren't there any more little misses for me Ra ?" again, the man was monologuing. Talk to the shadows he creates. A shadow that is always present at all times. It creates a sense that makes him tormented.

Febrian moved from where he stood, taking a pack of cigarettes in a desk drawer. The stuff that he had left behind because Alira was not strong with smoke. Now without the woman, she needs that nicotine thing to accompany her long night.

His sleep was no longer good. Every eye closed, Alira's shadow came with a wounded face haunting her mind.

Febrian breathed smoke from his mouth. Soaring in the air, and evaporating with the night wind that began to feel greeting. On the balcony of his house, Febrian stared fiercely towards the streets that looked still crowded with people passing by. Some traveling merchants pass by with different types of food they sell.

But still, it was quiet that was curbing his inner self. The cold wind that caressed his skin seemed to be neglected by the emptiness that lingered in his chest.

Only now did he realize, Alira was not just his love, but half his soul. His life no longer has a direction . There is no longer a beautiful shadow about the little family he once wanted with the owner of his heart. All were lost with the wounds he inflicted on the heart of the woman he loved.

There is a feeling he can no longer change. Everything has happened, he can only curse himself. How foolish it was he who had traded diamonds for worthless stones. Now he can only look at himself, the emptiness that pervades in the heart.

A cigarette has been consumed by small coals at the end. Febrian put the nipple on the ashtray located on the table on the balcony of his house. Sighing heavily, Febrian dropped the body on the chair. Nibbling his temples that feel dizzy.

Febrian picked up the phone he had put in his pants pocket. Open the wallpaper on the screen. A beautiful face with a smile was plastered there. Febrian's finger gently rubbed the photo of that face. The face he wanted to see. The face he always missed even in his sleep.

"Ra, you have succeeded in punishing me Ra." he explained with a longing look at the figure he made his phone wallpaper. He really does not understand about his heart, why is it so painful ?. Why can't time erase about her ?. That loneliness further ensnared his heart. As if there was no cure for the desolate that came.

Maybe just by looking at that face. The feeling that mounts in the chest will collapse. By hugging the body, everything will be eroded from the heart.

Now what can he do but lament the regret that froze in his heart. Mourning the self-dumbness entangled in momentary desire. Until he loses the love he deserves. Love that fills his entire chest cavity. Now that love leaves a torturous lara.

" Mom's late,ayo's home. Later mbak catch wind "the sound of Tino makes Alira turn her face from her gaze on the water that looks black because of the depth of the night. In the face of the young man who had an earthy face. The young man with the eyes shut, who always spoke softly to anyone with a friendly smile that he offered to anyone.

" Thank you " said Alira because Tino hung her jacket on Alira's shoulder. The young man only nodded with a faint smile.

" Yuk's coming home !" take Alira while stepping, ahead of Tino who is still staying in place.

A few steps Alira left Tino, the young man followed behind Alira. A few days after Vivian's return, Tino is the only friend Alira can trust. Even yesterday when he checked the contents for the first time, Tino was the one who delivered.

There was nothing the woman had kept secret about Tino about her pregnancy. But Tino remained faithful to keep it as the promise he made to Vivian.

" Before going home, eat first yuk . I'm hungry ". take Alira, that day she came to work in the pond. But until the afternoon when dusk say hello. He chose to stay on the shore. Even at night, he was still there. Complaining about the pain wrapped in longing in his heart.

Every time we remember Febrian, the wound still feels wet. The pain was still real in his mind. But he cannot deceive the heart that still hangs longing.

He was tormented with a taste left in his heart. When he wants to forget the man completely but he is unable, especially when he realizes there is a remnant of love that will never be destroyed in his womb. There is a fetus that is now growing in him.

" Want to eat where's Ma'am ?" tino asked when they were in the duck seat of Tino.

" Want to eat a quick-pedes deh No "sahut Alira who was wearing a helmet on his head.

" Any Seblak want to go ?" tawar Tino who has started the engine.

" Could, thank you No. I'd like to have it repotined every day " continued Alira. It had been a few days that he would often suddenly want something and Tino would deftly look for it. Or take Alira looking for what she wants.

" Don't hesitate Ma'am, Tino seneng kok . "said the man with a thin smile while speeding slowly leaving the parking lot.

Behind a man who is ready with all his desires, but still there is a sense of loss in his heart. The love that is left behind in a man who can betray him. He made a wide wound in his heart. The pain is not easy for him to heal.

In a different place. Two real people still have the same love but are separated by a deliberate mistake. They have the same wounds in their hearts. The same longing lingered in the chest.