He's Not The Best
118. Cloudy in Two Cities
It's Cloudy in Two Different Cities
Runa gave news to Vinsi directly by phone, while Erlan also received news from Hasnu. They were in different cities but, had the same grief. The life they felt after receiving the news of the grief, as if making the sky above their heads turn cloudy.
When it comes to death, who can guess when, where and how it came?
When Runa contacted Winsi, Arkan's body was being bathed. Precisely after two hours ago, when the doctor who examined him stated that the life of the Lord of the family has now passed away.
Longing has hit the woman, even though the body of her husband is not yet buried. It feels lonely as if it has attacked even though at home there are still many people.
Why is our time together so short, dear? Why did you leave me when I was so sure tomorrow you'd be okay? Why didn't you tell me with a signal earlier, that your train had arrived?
Various kinds of questions raged in Runa's mind.
Why is it that when I get angry with you, you just keep quiet and don't argue with me so that yesterday is full of memories and we talk more and look at each other? Why do you shut up when you might be in so much pain? Can't you wake me up, who sleeps too well in comfort when you're leaving?
So unfortunately, do you, yourself, not want to worry me in the least? Ah, that's right, honey. Look, I've lost you so much now, don't you know how hard it is to make love?
Tears continued to trickle even though some relatives and relatives and neighbors began to arrive to entertain.
At that time Runa's mobile phone rang again, and the woman seemed to not care, even though Winsi contacted him. The girl had behaved like that several times, she repeatedly called her mother and asked the truth about her father's departure.
“Yes, it's okay Your father left, we can never hold human lives.” Runa said in a limp tone as she contacted her son and, Winsi asked why? Then, the phone was closed unilaterally because it was the last answer Runa gave her.
In the place where he was standing right now, Winsi was like a person who had no power and his body was limp from crying too much. She thought her father was kind, even she texted Arkan's cell phone number repeatedly as if the man would answer her.
The soul of the teenage children in him thrashed, asking for an explanation of the fate that seemed unfair. He wanted to scream when his body was unable to move. Eagerly rejecting all the news that he thought was untrue, only one man he loved but, God took it. He still wants to hug and cuddle. Even the content of his last message is, “Later, Dad patted your head again if you become a good boy who is devoted to your mother. Follow what he wants, let him be happy.”
Laku, if his father is gone, who will make him understand that love does not come except from a sincerity? That the courage to face reality will not come without defeating its challenge?
“Who, Dad? No one wants to pat my head like Dad patted me, no hug as warm as your embrace, no warmth like your affection, no Dad!” Winsi cried out to herself in the room, while Nia just joined in crying to see her best friend so hit.
However, his deepest faith still reminded him to be steadfast and, slowly, to accept a reality. From Arkan's death, it was as if darkness had come overshadowing the sun, teaching him to be invulnerable, how to deal with the pain of a loss. It hurts!
After her crying subsided, Winsi packed her little needs and left to return to Jakarta, to the big house she had just left a few days ago.
He is not alone, there are Nafadi, Waila and Anas who accompanied his departure this time, they are all friends and relatives. In addition to defending the condolences and delivering the body to its final resting place, they also ensure that Winsi remains fine.
‘Actually, the one he loves is Om Arkan what is Erlan, anyway? Why did Nia say she yelled all over?’ inward Waila who was on the plane, he sat next to Winsi and did not talk to each other.
While Anas and Nafadi, sitting in the chair opposite the two girls, in the heart of Nafadi had asked as close as what the relationship between Arkan and Winsi, the first time the girl came and Arkan left him.
“Ah, buddy ..you have left an amazing girl and love you so much, even if you are not her real father. If only it could take his heart!” murmured Nafadi while closing his eyes.
Arkan did tell Nafadi a little, about how she was in the background, and when he saw how the girl was crying, he could judge if Arkan was a special father.
Meanwhile in a different city and a different place. Erlan was struggling to find an assistant or nurse, who could and would keep Hanifa in her home. Ever since that woman woke up, she's never been right.
When Hasnu gave him news, he could only panic, confusion, sadness, disbelief and many more feelings gathered in his chest.
“What? Hasnu's father lied, didn't he if my father died?” erlan asked when she heard from Hasnu, her voice trembling.
“Den, it's best to go home soon and quickly calm down Madam!”
“I can't go home yet, Dad. Oh yeah, where does Hasnu's dad know my new number?”
“Den, now is not the time to talk about it, mourners come and no host is welcome, Madam is still in shock. My time, anyway, Den?”
How Erlan was not confused, because Hanifa was like a child who did not understand anything. Therefore, already repeatedly the assistants and nurses in his rent, they then refused after enduring a day or two alone.
If she was a five-year-old child and still on the playground, it might feel funny and adorable, but, it would not be the same if the childish one was an adult woman. Nah!
However, for the time being Erlan couldn't possibly watch him all day, he had to go home. Moreover, his father is gone, he wants to see and deliver for the last time.
"Dad! Why would you leave at a time like this, I still need you!" Erlan said, kneeling in the messy living room of Hanifa's house. He grasped the phone whose screen was starting to shut down firmly as if he wanted to destroy it.
Suddenly a loud voice sounded from the direction of the room where Hanifa was.
Prangs!
Seriate