Leaning Sweet Me
Death memorial(Burry of flowers)
I never asked for my whereabouts
Especially just your embrace,
When the breath no longer roars,
Only the nostrils are longing.
^Alan Alfiansyah
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Alan stood on the balcony of his room, struggling with smoke coming from a small object on his finger that he exhaled into the air.
Lamenting his solitude, his life's sad story, a heartache he never shared with anyone. Saving lara millions of pills. Longing that exceeds the limit until it is no longer able to be revealed.
Until he can stand up straight like now. I don't know how many sticks he spent from the things he made
tranquilizer at the time of his recess. Be a loyal friend without a word. His escape in the chaos.
With a glass of wine as a complement he kept on the balcony divider, occasionally tasteless but not so meaningful. One day every year for the last 15 years, Alan will spend time with his solitude.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of the deaths of Alan's parents, Rico Alfiansyah and Vivian Chan, as well as his future brother Alan who died in a plane crash 20 years ago. What makes Alan even more devastated is that there is no final resting place. No matter where and until now his body was never found.
From the ground back to the ground, fused with the roar of the ocean water,
The ringing of the cell phone broke the silence in his apartment room. But there was no intention of Alan to lift it.
"Mother like not knowing the child alone, he will not lift it bun" said Arya when he and his wife just got off the plane.
"That child, why is it always like this well, is not enough for us as a substitute for his parents." Ayu's voice seemed to tremble.
Arya rubbed his wife's back slowly
"He's an adult, not a child who can be lied to again mother"
They approached the car that was ready to pick her up, and the driver immediately opened the back door for Arya.
"Propapital sir, mistress"
Arya nodded and got into the car followed by Ayu next to her.
"Well, how's the house?"
"It's fine, sir, just as long as the master and mistress are not home, Alan only occasionally comes but does not stay overnight."
Arya nodded again "Well that's okay, the important thing is that they always communicate well"
"How are you getting ready for tomorrow?"
"It's over, sir, just waiting for Farrel to come home"
"Well, call El. when he's coming home"
"When it's done, he'll go home bun"
"Pokonya mother does not want to know, El should have gone home tomorrow" Ayu clutched her hands on her chest.
"I told you, we love your sister for them so that your mother is not lonely anymore" Arya rose down her thick eyebrows.
"Dad,..." Pekik Ayy.
"Jeez.do not until El or Alan has a perverted nature like his father" he continued.
Arya simply chuckled and embraced his sulking wife.
"But you like it, right?"
Ayu glared but also blushed.
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The next day, all the workers in the main house gathered, including Arya and Ayu. While Alan is certainly enjoying his solitude until the time comes they will be the same as sowing flowers on the high seas.
After praying with all the residents of the house will only work half a day, they were released from duty on that day as a form of respect for both parents Alan.
"Where are we going today?" Ujang.
"Let's go out, it's like we're out just to take out the trash and sweep the yard." Said an officer to the mimah.
Mimah shook her head, "I don't want to" she replied languidly
His face bent, "Mas Alan must be alone, and also feeling lonely at this moment!"
Tak.
Tak..
The footsteps of the shoes sounded out loud from above the marble floor.
"That must be Alan," said Mimah
"Yes, but I'm afraid to say hello now"
"It's okay, come on"
The two women of different generations walk hand in hand with doubt. Alan's unpredictable attitude was the cause. But Mimah as a person who has long worked in the Adhinata family is not surprising.
"Mother,.."Said Alan softly.
Ayu approached and hugged Alan tightly, she said,
"Mother here son, you are not alone, there is a mother who is always there for you"
Alan was crying as it became, a cry he never let out for anyone. Strong body indicates hidden weaknesses. Selfishness and the hardness of the nature of just the outer skin, not many know the weak side of an Alan.
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They traveled from the main house to a dock, there was a ship waiting for them. Only the Adhinata's family had been accompanying Alan, and they all entered the ship.
"Well, where's Farrel, is he coming home today?"
Arya shook her head "He's off today because of bad weather bun"
Ayu clucked "The boy..I know today's an important day, not coming home early"
"What a bun, there will also be you present.it is enough!"
Ayu hugged Alan, "We'll always be there for you"
Anchors were pulled, the ship would sail soon, wading through the waves and the roaring sea, the roar of the engine was heard, the crew prepared in their respective places.
A few moments later they were already in the middle of the sea, each person holding a flower basket, praying for a moment solemnly led by a religious expert.
Alan shed tears, at the very end of the crowd already crowded on the edge of the ship, preparing to sow flowers at sea.
Father, mother, mother,
I'm not a good boy, though,
Not a good man, but
I always put my prayers aside
Among my sins.
They simultaneously sprinkled the flowers, accompanied by sobs of Ayu and several servants who attended that day. Arya dissolves in grief in memory of her best friend, with Ayu in her embrace.
Meanwhile, Farrel was in the middle of urination because his plane was delayed in an unspecified time due to the worsening weather in Kalimantan.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
The three of them turned towards the voice.
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