CRACKS
BEHIND THE SECRETS

A man is like an eagle, who is adventurous. Searching for thousands of colors in parts of the world, it is a pleasure to explore new places despite the deadly risks.

It is natural that men desire contentment, satisfaction and are never satisfied.

But for the affairs of women men are very weak, even men can lose their dignity, dignity, property and family, for the sake of women who are adored.

For a man the distance of time and treasure is not a persolan for the sake of love.

Thousands of miles of distance is a prison for men who adore.

Erlangga stared deeply at the love affair she had been knitting for years.

He looked at the back of his papa who walked ahead of him with Madam Dian their housekeeper. This time also mas Aji husband mbak Dian did not come, the reason is whether work outside.

Ma'am Dian participated in the pilgrimage to the tomb of her mother. He wanted to complain about his behavior to his mother, he said.

Under the cold gusts of the funeral wind, Erlangga spilled his frustration and objected to the intention of his papa sending him to Japan.

"Ma, Erlangga is not going to Japan! Er, I want to be with Kinan."

Erlangga rubbed her face, tears flowed, seeping making her handsome face turn into a very cute bear cub.

On the mound of dry land that had been wet by water mixed with flowers sprinkled on his papa, Erlangga spilled frustration.

Robby, just shut up.

"Pa!"

The teenager who left the adult immersed himself in the arms of his father. He complained about his family's incomprehension.

"Er, don't want to go, pa! How's Kinan? I want to be with him."

“Er...! papa doesn't want to be separated from you, but we shouldn't be unfair to your grandfather."

"Er, forgive papa!"

Erlangga looked at her papa who looked hesitant. Tumbens! thought.

His face looked like it didn't want to see his face.

Erlangga was curious, usually when he drowned his body that almost equaled the height of his papa, he would get a sweet kiss over and over again.

“What are some days you avoiding papa?”

"Erlangga, who must ask, is there the same papa?"

Robby was silent, doubtful. Is he really different? feeling says. Erlangga who looks emotional, avoiding conversations with him is also very rude.

"Go to Japan, though for a few years."

"Pa!"

“Pardon papa Er, papa can't be unfair with them.”

“There cold pah!” answer refused. "In addition Erlangga does not want to be far away from Kinan!"

"Since you were born, papa hasn't had time to bring you to meet them. Even when your mom died, you didn't tell them. Papa might be crazy Er, somehow papa ignored them. Not once did papa ask them even though it was just asking about the news."

Robby had no good reason to argue for Erlangga's defense with the Meylana family in Japan. He bore all the blame. Even though being separated from her child was a punishment for her. He has to learn to adapt to time.

Losing Erlangga this time was as painful as separating from his wife at that time.

“Er,”

Robby busied Erlangga's hair that began to dangle covering the forehead to the child's eyes. Erlangga really inherited everything he had, only his narrow eyes and clean skin matched Meylana.

"Aah!"

Erlangga brushed aside Robby's hand and stepped over to Kinan who was quietly standing at the side of Mbak Dian.

Gently Erlangga grasped Kinan's hand. Carrying near the mound of land where there lay quiet his mother who had not even once he knew what she looked like. Except in the picture frame that his papa keeps.

"This wind and burial ground bear witness ma, I want to marry Kinan. Kinan will you marry me."

"You should go to school Er,"

"Kinan, are you going to wait for me?"

Kinan's face was still mute and silent. No answer came from his lips.

"Kinan! you're gonna wait for me, right?"

Erlangga looked at Kinan with a pleading gaze. In his eyes Kinan seemed hesitant to just say yes.

"Kinan! do you have to be my lover? are you not happy with me? am I just a prison for you?"

The skinny girl just kept quiet, she glanced at the man sitting quietly across the street. I want him to say how many uneg-uneg. I want him to be asked like Erlangga's question by the man. But, impossible. Dreams that will not happen.

"Sit Er,"

Ma'am Dian sat down to pull Erlangga and Kinan to join in.

"We pray for your mama." Says Mama Seriously.

"Rob!"

Robby was still agitatedly staring at the tombstone before him. There is written the name and identification of the woman he loved so much.

Robby remembers how many traitors he committed.

'I've fucked a lot of women to my satisfaction, but I didn't expect to fuck Kinan, who was supposed to be our daughter-in-law.

Mey, will you curse me, or will you kill me for what I did? Mey, I didn't expect that I'd pick out this complicated taste at my old age.

Mey, I want us together in your world over there, pick me up Mey'

Robby's index finger kept stroking the tombstone. His sorrow is not explained.

Kinan and everyone knew the man was fragile.

There was a romantic conversation in his silence with the owner of the meal.

It felt as though Kinan wanted to run over and hug Robby, asking that he share the burden with her.

Aaaah! slow down on the side of Madam Dian.

"We pray, Om Robby's style" he said, drawing attention.

"Pray start."

Kinan started the event, praying alone by closing his eyes, it felt like he was not strong enough to see Robby long - long embrace sadness.

'If I may offer, my love for you, Om Robby.'

His whisper was slow in the heart. In a place that no one will know stored thousands of longing and love on the figure of Robby Patrick.

His heart was very sick in Erlangga's lamar so much in that sacred place. It's a funeral but Erlangga is still like a child, he thought, not seriously praying instead proposed to her.

The funeral wind blows cold during the day. Cambodian trees are lined up neatly producing oxygen well.

There were two trees towering like giants. The sound of the rippling leaves teasingly quiet grasping gave an extremely mystical impression. Be a secret witness that is not revealed.

Bismillah...

Arjuna Bayu's

It's too early to wither and die

because making love is just waiting for spring

I'm still here

shackled waiting

my freedom

Freedom

cherish

unloving

and have

It's just a fairy tale

a grey night

Promise to be disavowed

Heart is burning

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