seemed somewhat overcast weather that morning, making all the activities to be carried out be a little chaotic. Rumbling thunder shook the ground was clear in the recesses of every human heart. The sky is flushed continue to release droplets of water from his stomach, from morning to evening. At that time also appeared a uniformed high school girl at the bus stop shelter while waiting for the rain to stop, she took a Nokia mobile phone in her purse. He wrote a brief message to someone. Not long after a black Mercedes car approached the girl, seen someone dressed in a plain and simple.
"Why so long, I was like in the refrigerator because eventually waiting for you," rengut high school girl's uniform.
"I'm sorry Ima, you know, right, Jakarta's traffic."
"I knew Jakarta was jammed from the beginning why not go ahead," said Ima again, sternly.
"Come on Ma. I had no work so I'm a little late. "Tara tried to calm Ima which again upset.
"Can we go home now?" Asked Tara to his friend.
"When do anymore. Next year! "Says Ima.
Not long after they were gliding through the rain was so heavy. Back home, Ima change clothes immediately without first having lunch. He immediately headed to the back of his house and headed to a basketball court. He picked up a basketball under the seat. Then he threw to penetrate the basket basketball. The rain was becoming increasingly hiding behind a cloud. Now stay small water drops that fall alternately. Ima sat tired and stopped in the square. His mind was a mess, shadow Arjuna, his little friend, playing in his mind. Instantly she remembered the sweet memories with his little friend. Without realizing it tears drizzle over time. His past is very bitter and too sweet to be remembered if forgotten.
As he has remove the tears from his eyes, a subtle call to hear that he was aware of her reverie.
"What are you doing here?" Asked the old woman softly.
She was just quiet. Her lips have trouble removing a word. His body was rigid.
"Come on kid. Do you keep torturing yourself like this. Later you were sick, "continued the old woman sadly.
"I was already sick, Mom. My heart was crushed as the debris is not left anymore, "laments Ima.
"You still have a mother, son. Mom will not let you keep so, "replied her mother with tears falling.
*** That night Ima not out of his room. Words Arjuna is always ringing in his memory. A promise that came from the mouth of a tiny man, he was always waiting for.
"Three more days for my birthday. I knew that Arjuna must have come to keep his promise. He'll be back for me, "she thought sadly. Indeed, since Arjuna went he was always moody.
night wore on. The wind was a horrible night-wind continues to pierce the pores of every person who enjoyed it. Crickets sound more cheerful, but the owl stopped crying. Ima had been asleep in bed.
In the morning, brown-skinned girl was going to school. Arrive at school, a girl went to her own age. As usual Tara always advised Ima. Giving explanations and trying to convince Ima about Arjuna. Tara has just started pembicarannya, he had sprayed Ima still annoyed.
"I've said! Arjuna was still alive. He will come on my birthday, "he said confidently.
"Ima, you do not be mad. Arjuna was dead. Disaster had been grabbed. You must accept this reality, "explains Tara back.
"Whatever you say. I'm sure he'll come back. That promise! "
" You should be aware of Ma! How could a dead man back to life, "said Tara with sadness.
"No ... before I saw the body I would not believe," Ima adamant against the words of Tara. Tara
resignation. No longer bear to see her best friend It constantly suffer. What should I do God? Open the door of his heart. Reassure him that Arjuna had gone ....
*** It was the day the long-awaited Ima. Before the event held his birthday, he had prepared all purposes well. He has beautiful ornamental cake as possible. At that time all his friends have attended and the event will start soon. But Ima face looked anxious, nervous. He paced in front of his door. Like waiting for someone. Half an hour passed. But the show is yet to start, because his friends have long to wait, almost made it all anxious. But Ima still waiting for someone, namely Arjuna. Tara
participate restless. He panicked! What should performed. It occurred to him to open up the TV in the living room's corner, with the hope that his friends do not get bored waiting. But when pressed the TV remote, the news of tsunami and aftershocks, many more casualties. Tara immediately called Ima and ...
"It is not possible Ra! Arjuna definitely not there. "Yell Ima sad when viewing it.
All of his friends was surprised and looked sharp and full of question marks.
"This reality Ma. All the people in Aceh, had died all, "said Tara concerned.
"I do not believe ... Arjuna has been promised to me and I'm going to be," he returned hysterical.
"Ima You have to be patient! I'm sure if Arjuna saw you like this, he must be sad. You better pray for him. "
" Tidaaak! "
He fled from his show. The tears rolling down her cheeks one by one. Steps are increasingly slow and stopped. Hunt for breathing fast. Her heart was beating fast. It seems he felt he had much the middle of nature he felt now.
weak He sat looking at a dark sky. Sobs kept walking. In cry a shadow passing in front of it white. He gasped, his mouth spontaneously say the name of Arjuna, trembling.
shadow is getting more and more distant. Sweet smile to Ima. Leave him in solitude. He continued to stare and could not wink. After The white shadow he vanished into the fog again closed his eyes and cried.
"I have been willing to let you go away for good. Although this is very painful for me. I sincerely ... "he said softly.
wind was gentle, one by one the sheets fall leaf pine in front of him. He grabbed a branch, then in sebait he wrote poetry. Seconds passed
Spring will be changed
breeze also been seduced
But penantianku
Always live for you ....
For the last time he called Arjuna releasing her voice screamed into the air. Her voice resound. The wait was now over. It may not always have kept the promise but true friends always stay in my heart. ***
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