Zehntara
Chap 49 (The Lost Soul)

...ZEHNTARA BACK AGAINIII🙌...

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The rain outside is no longer soothing. Some days he has been through with a lot of injuries. Wounds that were widening every second passed. In fact, it used to be.Rain ever made Him very comfortable. Comfortable with the melody that he conveys to the earth and all. However, since his rain fell at the wrong time. The girl no longer liked that voice. The sound of water seething like His heart. He turned his memory into a wound he could never heal. Although, the Universe tried to calm the heart that he had broken. Everything is an unavoidable nightmare. Repeatedly denying, increasingly making endless claustrophobic.

The room that bears witness to how devastated the girl's life is, is now very painful. The room could not dispel the sound of thunder as well as the splashing of water that continued to descend so profusely soaked the earth. Cheating in the corner of the room, in silence and in a dark embrace. It was dark, the room could also feel the master no longer had any color. All dark. A few days ago, the Universe incised a deep wound. His heart, soul, body also went with the body that was fused with the ground.

Several times the sound of knocking from the outside did not make Him move from the painful cold. Yes, cold around, quiet, dark.they have become friends who always accompany Him. A new friend, one he never felt.

"Tara, open the door, son!."

The soft voice of Ratih was muffled by the torrential rain. I don't know, lately the rain seems not to want to lose with the heart that is sick. Falling every afternoon until night, just as night claimed the life of His Universe.

The universe that he always wanted His presence was now just an illusion.

"Son, let's have dinner. You haven't eaten since last afternoon" said Ratih again. However, equally. There is no truth from within. Even just moving, the girl was unable to. His body feels stiff.

CETAARRRR

Again and again, His body stiffened not when the sound of lightning pierced through the curtains of His balcony. The most piercing lightning was the tightness in His chest.

"Tara, Mother please nak-."

"Open His door, if you don't want to eat together at the table...Mother brought her food here," the voice turned purau.

Inside, so quiet. His tears continued to flow even though there was no sobbing coming out. His hands hugged both feet tightly, drowning the face between the recesses of His feet.

It's destroyed, it's destroyed.

The world can no longer be closed. It was as if he had stopped with his departure. No words can explain how ruined His life is now. Being alone, which he spent all this time. In the room, accompanied by a lonely.

"Tara, open the door!."

The voice turned resolute, not Ratih. Except Fariz. Free, how many times they knocked, how many times they called. The raga stays in his position.

"So soon, you have to eat. Don't keep going like this, get out!."

That firm tone he no longer ignored. Everything changed in an instant. Like the Universe took His own by force.

"If Tara won't open, Dad broke down!."

Five seconds passed, Fariz set a corner with Dirgo. And the loud sound of the door being pushed against the sound of the rain being muted.

The focus of the three adults was precisely on the body that looked drastically decreased. Cowering in the corner of the mattress. Seeing that, their hearts were like they were pinched so bitterly. The pain that the girl felt, as if they could feel.

"Don't be like this, son," said Fariz as he stroked the soft top of Tara's head that refused to look up. Hiding his face right now is best, he doesn't want the world to know that He's not okay. And in reality, he is that weak.

Ratih sobbing in Dirgo's arms. What else do they have to do? In order for the girl, whose happiness had just been snatched away by the destiny line to return cheerful as before.

"Dad knows, the pain that Tara feels will never be able to evaporate just like that.but please, son-."

"Don't forget we're always there for you, never feel alone. You have a long life, son."

Fariz's voice broke a long silence. Until the head looked up, the aura of His face was so sweet. There is no more light there. That gaze was lifeless, the wound that the Universe had shed was so cruel.

One minute, just a very poignant look. The wound was so real, just from the splash of those two irises. Until a voice that was almost like a whisper came out of His mouth that felt faint.

"Tara wants to wake up, but.This nightmare doesn't want Tara to wake up."

"How can Tara wake up Well, Bun?."

There's only a wound there. In such a dark blank gaze, His logic again drew to fight against reality.

"Build Tara from this nightmare" the whisper was like a piercing incision in His third heart. Fariz, Ratih, and Dirgo fell silent. Feel the pain that envelops the atmosphere of Tamaram Tara's room.

The dreams? But why does this dream feel painful, and it feels real.

The long gusts from Fariz filled the silence that was long enough to accompany. Until a step away from the room that is no longer alive. Fariz came out, without a word. But it carried half the wound that Tara felt. Of course, it was not only the girl who felt lost. A drop of tear fell down Fariz's cheek. Yeah, that sense of loss turned out to be this painful.

"Bun, when did Tara wake up? Tara doesn't want to dream like this. Wake up Tara Bun."

The voice filled the silence again. His tears flowed without being told. Throw down with a rush He soaks the cheeks that are now so thin. No more cabi cheeks that used to be a victim of pranks, he.

Tired, tired of assuming reality is just a dream. Will fate ever again conspire with the Universe? Give Him a surprise he never thought of before.

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"Hi, how are you?-."

"Two years have passed, leaving deep wounds. Are you satisfied, punishing me in this slick way? Universe."

The lips were curved, not a beautiful smile. But the smile of falsehood that he had been showing to the Universe. Perhaps true, since then whatever is in Him has gone with His departure.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to be happy. But, you know, forcing happiness is more painful. Tortured me every time you remember a happy word you never gave me again, since you made me to achieve that happiness myself."

"Did you forget? That my happiness is you?."

Exactly two years of his departure. Now, the afternoon that will bring the seconds of the incident as if it was recorded again. The bitter smile was staring down, a lot of traffic and large vehicles there. Maybe, the way that is in His brain this time will always fail. I don't know what made Him think about ending it. But, it was like there was a magnet pulling back the crazy wits that flashed through it.

His hand squeezed firmly into the chest which again felt tight. The air around seemed to move away from Him, giving Him more and more space to drown in the wound.

The sound of the door opening made him realize. The pace drew closer, followed by a clap that landed on his boat.

"Gue knows you're here! Don't be crazy Tar, please..okay?!."

Tara turned her head with a smile, the smile that Chika acknowledged was only a void.

"Gue is crazy, Chik."

The sound of Chika's breathing is very dominant with the exhale from the top of the school rooftoop. In fact, dusk has already appeared on the western horizon. "Do you want me to go?."

Silent moment. Until a weak nod develops a thin smile on Chika's lips. "Let off now, huh? Night hunt."

"Today, huh, Chik?-."

"It's still the same, like a dream that feels real."

"Tar, I don't know what else to say. But you have to know, life is constantly spinning.The presence or absence of him!."

Tara chuckled, sounding like a mockery. "But for real, my life has stopped with His departure.lo, know it's Chik."

"Udah, I don't want to talk about this rather than you going crazy later! We're pulling it out now!."

Chika's move precedes their departure. Leaving the roof.

This is where the two pairs of legs went, in front of many mounds of land lined with green grass. Staring at two people in different genres who were gathered in front of the tomb that became His purpose. There was no intention of Tara and Chika to get close, standing four meters away from the two men.

"Two years old, yes...Zehn."

"Where, sleep soundly?."

That hoarse voice, belonged to Saniya. With Ziro at his side who faithfully hugged from the side. Trying to give peace to the girl. "Lo know not, because lo..gue managed to live, but it feels dead."

Tara and Chika recorded it all. What is in front of them, they are the same. Injured, for His never-desired departure.

"Tara?," Ziro calls to divert Tara's daydreams. The two people approached, staring at the words that could not be conveyed. Until that smile full of falsehood Tara showed. As if to say that he is okay.

"Yes kangen? Same thing.me too."

Saniya and Ziro look at each other, without a word again they both step away leaving the two girls chatting with the Universe that has left.

"Hi, how are you? I've seen, how the wound you gave, how the pain you left behind just like that, without saying goodbye," muttered Tara, staring blankly, his tagan outstretched rubbing the tombstone. Then he put down the flowers he bought. As always, the white rose. Likes, her.

"Hi, Brother! Sorry, I don't miss you.but, I miss the same way you make my best friend laugh. Because of you, I can't see his free laugh anymore, brother," said Chika ended with a small laughter that sounded bitter.

A drop of liquid managed to come out wetting Tara's cheeks. Again and again, the crying was silent. No shaking or shaking in the shoulder. Only the liquid that decays is getting heavier without being told to.

"Thanks, I've ruined my world...Zehn."

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