Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Seven of Sword and the Six of Coins
Many times he tried to hit his stomach and many times his hands stopped before touching his cloth. Hope, dream, despair, mind, wishful thinking, his goal was forcibly snatched away by the news anchor who was blabbering on a flat screen in the living room. His feet are firmly attached to the body. Both of his hands tried to stop the rapid rate of tears.
Just this afternoon his two hands grabbed the warm body. Just this afternoon the heavy voice of the man shook his eardrum. Just this afternoon there was not the slightest doubt that the man was indeed tangible in this world. But as he awoke from a grueling nap, he realized it was all as real and as a bunch of sleeping flowers.
The news carrier continued to buzz information related to the crash of the ill-fated Whale Air airline. Officers in neon uniforms three-four divided into several small-engined boats continued down the expanse of plane debris that was only in the form of debris. Three hundred yards from the cameras that continued to cover the distressing images, the massive vessel belonging to Basarnas and the National Commission on Transport Accidents floated gallantly over the ocean. The fragments of the wreckage extend to a radius of one kilo meters. It was inconceivable how strong the iron bird hit the surface of the water. Like an oasis in the wilderness, friendly mouse-drawn shoes move over the waves of the ocean, nudging the body of a small motorized boat and bouncing in the opposite direction.
Sofia stared at the flat screen. As if he was in a sick place, the host came to bring a verdict for him. He laid down his body and went back to wet the sofa cushion. Like a toddler, he folds his body as small as possible. Trying to ward off the cold that surrounded his heart. But as hard as he tried, his sobs quickly became the roar that split the silent apartment.
***
Restaurants along the beach, clashing with each other. But in Tara's world, everything is silent. A gust of salty wind blew on his face, making himself sticky. He stepped gontai on the flat surface of the pier. Sometimes it stops. It felt that the dock was deliberately made uphill and hampered the pace of its steps. A series of white roses in his hand, he held on with all his remaining strength. All who enjoy Tanjung Priok beach share smiles, laughter and jokes. Makes Tara wonder how they could be like that.
On the back of his body on the pole at the very end of the lamp that began to light up because the twilight darkened with certainty. His free hand squeezed the dock's guardrail. He was still in disbelief, the final meeting was indeed a world farewell meeting between Tara and Rendi. The man has a name. Not even a gravestone was engraved and designed signifying where the man rested for good.
Weakly the flower arrangement in his hand passed through the guardrail. Powerlessly, Tara loosened her grip until the white rose clothes slipped and fell on the surface of the sea. Relaxedly, the series m
floating and moving along the ocean currents lead him to the middle of the sea. He brings with him the sincere prayer that Tara weaves in mute. I don't know in which other world Tara can meet the lover of the past that thrill her tribe.
"**
His sharp eyes still kept an eye on the figure he had been aiming for. Sometimes he felt offended at the fate that seemed to play and make jokes around him. He tried to ignore the figure leaning at the end of the pier. The words of his sitting friend, Andrew, had floated in the wind and did not concern his ears.
Now the woman looks dazed up there. Rushing he got up and left his friend shouting to ask him where he was going. Nimble, he avoided the crowded people around his path towards the pier. When their distance was only one helping hand, he stomped the woman to face her. The woman's eyes were shocked. Often like that when they are allowed to meet.
"What are you doing?" he still held the woman's hand.
The one asked just kept paying attention.
"If you want to jump, it should be from your office building at that time," the woman did not speak and just dropped her body weight directly on her chest. "if you're just bruised here, the furthest crack your bones."
Seeing Bram who was suddenly in front of him, the feeling of a heart raging in silence immediately wanted to scream.
Yes, the woman who accidentally entered his view that evening was Tara. He doubted. Last time when he grabbed the woman, Tara refused and almost fell back in front of her shop. Slowly Bram patted Tara's shoulders smooth and awkward. All she knew was that Tara was making fun of her arms.
Bram still patted the woman's shoulder slowly while looking around. Several gazes of visitors rained directly at Bram with judgmental gazes. In conclusion, anything that makes the woman cry must be the result of her fault. His hands free from "work" patted, only waving away at all the thoughts and assumptions around him.
"Tara, you don't want to let go of your embrace, eh?" whispered Bram.
Tara even roared louder and harder to make Bram snort. The pat on Tara's shoulder could not be denied, finally Bram decided to embrace tightly. Hope that's the only thing tara needs right now.
Tilapia and orange sky goes thick. The stars begin to sit in the circle position of their respective constellations. Unbeknownst to the humans who creep on the surface of the earth, they carve a story. With thought and hope, with effort and waiting, their destiny line was prepared in the round of the most secret celestial body that was in harmony with the Creator of Life.
***
Actually, there was something he had wanted to find all along. The facts of why he had to meet in the moments are not pleasant for Tara. Why is there a tangle of subtle invisible threads that seem to make them always meet. At the very least, making Bram himself should be a "body" for this woman. Occasionally tears flowed mixed with snot that was immediately wiped by Tara. Strangely it did not make Bram uncomfortable looking at the woman.
"Ah," again wiped the nose and eyes are still faithfully runny every time. "Thank you, Bram. You-"
"If I have savings, thank you, your balance is enough, Tara," said Bram calmly.
Tara chuckled and turned her face away, "more on what I can say but thank you."
"Don't involve yourself often. Is the man's case over?"
Tara knew the question Bram was asking about Dave. "He asked for an appeal. But I hope he receives the reward."
Bram looked at Tara who suddenly just stared blankly at the vast ocean without any edges. He had heard that the woman had been abused by a man named Dave. I don't know what's being etched on his fate book, but Bram is falling deeper and deeper into wanting to protect him. He slowly stretched out his hand to hold the woman's hand.
"All will be well, Tara. Name it," Bram smiled.
Tara looked back at Bram. Long ago he finally nodded.
***
Sofia filled her bathtub full of water. The therapeutic scent candles are already lit. In full clothes he entered the tub. The music from his room was playing out loud. He has compiled a list of his favorite songs there. In his hand, a small razor had been held by him since this afternoon. Repeatedly stared at his wrist with a purplish blue vein. His resolve is round. He no longer has a purpose in his life and why does he live?
"What am I living for!"
Quickly cut the veins with razor blades. Shock, heat, pain, pain and pain whack his wrist. His breath choked from his shock. Blood started flowing like a small waterfall.
Remember, take care of our son, Sofia...
Sofia took the razor out of her hand. He's back choked.
I want him to grow into someone as tough and as determined as you!
Overwhelmed with overwhelming fear because her ears seemed to really hear Rendi's voice say that, Sofia came out of the bathtub. The candles are attached to fall and die exposed to the water shower that overflows. His right hand held his left wrist, in order for the blood to stop. He hurried out of his apartment and shouted.
"Please! Anyone help!"
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