The way I love you
191 Grey Figure
They left the funeral. Doctor Bram looked back, at the wet mound of earth studded with flowers, with a tombstone inscribed with the name WATI.
"Pa, come!" bring Juna.
"Yes." Yeah."
They arrived at Bu Wati's house. Dhea curled up in her mother's room.
"Now I'm alone again. I wish you'd be at my wedding, but it's just empty hope."
"Don't say that, Dhea. Let's just say my mom is your mom" Fio said.
Cih, your mother's mother. Your mother just judes so! Inner Aryan.
Maybe others think like Arya.
Bram and Bianca look on Dhea. So did Candra, Friska, and both of Fio's parents.
Dhea's friends tried to comfort the girl.
Crickets are heard in this village. The oil lamps in the houses illuminate this place.
Om and Aunt Dhea still say nothing about Dhea's father.
It may be too dark and embarrassing to tell.
...💦💦💦...
Tonight's their last night here. Tomorrow morning, they'll be back in town.
Vean brought a plate of rice to Dhea.
"Let's eat. It's only been three days, but your body's been thin like this." The man began to feed Dhea.
Dhea's eyes glanced at the left right. Record this room. I don't know when he'll be back. Maybe never will?
The one that was addressed no longer existed.
The waiting are tired.
Sincerely not sincere, reality, who leave will never return.
This last night, Dhea didn't want to sleep. Enjoy the sound of crickets. Want to keep staring at the oil lamp and torch on the bamboo fence. He felt the cold air on his skin.
Wanted to enjoy all this, because he didn't know if there was a chance to come back.
Apparently, this is not where I come home.
A glass of ginger is no longer soothing. It all felt bland, a picture of his heart left behind by someone who had given birth to him.
He thought he could write in a new diary about his family.
Write about beautiful things and realize everything he wants to do with his family.
Abandoned it hurts.
Abandoned by Vean, feels his love clapping one hand.
Abandoned by her mother like this, feeling that she was—real— was really unexpected.
Met his mother—like this—just drank water, but before the thirst was completely gone, the water was gone. It makes you thirsty and weak.
Dhea, thirsting for the affection of her biological parents, must swallow the harsh reality that she is abandoned, even this time for good.
There is no reason to wait and search. They would only meet if they were in the same realm, but when?
It was like this, it was like losing a parent. He who had met just twice, felt a deep loss.
"I really can't get their affection. Outcast boy!"
"Don't say that, Dhea. You're not an outcast. You're a good boy. Dutiful son. You do not feel ashamed of your mother's circumstances, or ashamed to admit it. If it was anyone else, it might have just left immediately upon seeing this place, even before meeting."
Who is that guy? Why would you leave your mother here alone. It doesn't matter if he doesn't exist anymore. But if she was still alive, it felt too nauseating to meet her, especially if her life was fine.
No, I'm not going to look for him. If I could, I wouldn't have to meet him either. Let him be the gray man of my life.
Inside, Dr. Bram tries to remember who the woman named Wati is, who seems familiar to him.