DOOM
#2

The night was so dark. Only occasionally could one or two stars be seen among the black fog. It was as dark as his heart that night.

He really doesn't know what else to do. Only wishful thinking floated far away imagining what would happen for the next days. Should he remain silent there listening to the crickets and the heartbreaking melody of the night? can his eyes open tomorrow morning to the sunshine? Can the legs be moved while the veins of life in the body feel dead? And could his ears hear the song of nature which the previous days felt so beautiful, as he summed up the graceful shadow of the woman?.

Question after question accompanied by a fretting head. Questions after questions that cannot be answered at night, the baby or the stargazing star peeking moody. It was just a kara there. No one can reconcile his heart with the soothing rhyme of the night. He was just a poor boy who had been an orphan for a long time. They died eleven years ago from an outbreak of dengue fever. No relatives, just a reot hut just waiting for the right time to collapse.

It's good tonight he ended it all. It's good that the dagger stuck in the hut fenced into the stomach to silence the sense of unease in his heart. No more crying, wailing or asking for help from anyone. They were all silent, sneering and they would never care for a despicable person who would not benefit them. Not everything. Not even God. God still sits casually on His Throne, watching his lead actor in his colossal play. There was nothing wrong and no one would blame him if he had to commit suicide. What is wrong is the wheel of fate that always turns to oppress him. The fate wheel is deliberately rotated wrongly. It's good that he died and perhaps until tonight his role as a poor and despicable person in the world. After all, he killed himself also because the storyline of God is like that. Survival means enjoying the same with the passing of poisonous arrows against his heart and life.

The uterus is downcast. For a moment he was silent. Drifting away in the stillness of the night, leaving it far in the twists of time. Trying to remember for a moment the story of his life with the imaginary memories that had been recorded in his memory.

Syifa was still bowing lethargic on her side of the bed. Together with her white wedding dress, she is still pensively waiting for a moment of hesitation.

It should have been an hour ago she could have spread her happy smile on a match with her future husband. But until the night that was getting late, what was waiting for him never arrived. He was agitated, increasingly restless when the voice of gamelan that had been playing syahdu was no longer heard. The shadow of the match night that ended in injury and the alleged lover who loved her undoes her intention to interfere with it. He began to cry when he imagined that it would happen.

Until two hours passed. There is no happy news that proclaims the arrival of the bridegroom. Especially when he realized there was no one else in his house besides his parents and some staff and employees of his father who was still saturated in the living room.

Like a withered puspa in his vase and his weeping increasingly broke the silence of the night.

Oh my God, what happened? Is anything wrong? Why didn't he come to keep his promise?. Question after question agitatedly began to cloud his heart. And he could only droop helplessly on his bed.

The night is getting late. Silent with the sound of crickets that occasionally fell silent and broke back. In the living room, Mr. Hasan Basri was still mute on his sofa. Many times he was seen beating his hands. His face looks so angry.

Below, on the expanse of green carpets, some of the invited guests who were still reluctant to leave the place dissolved in a long-suffering silence. Hordes of termites shrouding in neon light clashed with occasional billowing puffs of smoke filled the room.

On the veranda, a middle-aged woman seemed to be fretting. Every time a car passed in front of his house, he might quickly bend his head, hoping that Giant, the businessman who would propose to him tonight, would come. Or at least, Billy, the person he was told to pick up and tell me what happened so that Giant and his family up to tonight never show his nose. He was worried if anything happened to Syifa who was still locked in his room. He had tried to calm her down, but the girl did not want to be disturbed anymore and hoped that anyone would not be allowed to enter the room.

Clock-tapping walls were heard stomping loudly in the room.

The sound of crickets and other night animals still faithfully drumming accompanied the late night. The drizzle of the night on the roof of the house seemed to dissolve in the silence of the girl who was still laughing meaninglessly towards the ceiling of the room. Like a dream, but real he experienced humiliation. The embarrassment and heartache that might just vanish with a dagger stab in his heart. Maybe it was the last and best option for him if he didn't want to go through the days with a lot of pressure and shame. Which would eventually make him insane.

Syifa slowly rose. He stared at the small table not far from his place. Slowly he stepped towards the table. After a while he raised his head. Open the desk drawer and grab a pair of scissors from inside. His gaze fixedly gazed towards the scissors that were vibrating following the tremors of his hand. The thunderous feeling in his heart seemed as if he was about to pull the tip of the scissors to his chest and.......

Syifa undoes her intentions. A clattering sound suddenly sounded bouncing on the floor. Syifa opened her eyes slowly. The breath that had been held began to be lowered. The scissors in his hand slowly came off. Syifa turned her head and her puffy eyes began to search for something that had fallen. A pink ring was lying on the floor just below the trash bin next to the bedroom door. Back his head shook with a circle of tears that flowed back over the cheeks. That ring. The ring that would bear witness to the mute when on a bridge, Giant put it in his white finger. Whispering him words and promises of unforgettable love. Yangn's ring was supposed to be the last link as her rosy cheek-sweet smile spread happily over the match. But tonight it's all gone. Tonight the ring was nothing more than a deadly clatter ready to spread its sharp nails .the man had deceived him. He has betrayed the promises of love ever uttered from his mouth.

Syifa eyes glared sharply. His growing anger drew him closer to the ring. He grabbed it and then threw it into the trash. Caci maki and the swearing swore alternately came out of his mouth. But suddenly he fell silent as he turned his gaze back toward the ring.There was something that caught his attention in the trash. Not the ring, but a blue envelope lying on the ring. Syifa wiped her tears and grabbed the envelope.

A gondrong youth was seen pecking with a haggard face in front of the gate. Rusmini ma'am who saw him immediately scattering him. So did Mr. Hasan Basri and some people in the house. Billy looks nervous can only stare sadly when Rusmini mom starts looking for him with various questions.

”Why are you Billy yourself? Where's the Giant Nak, are they still on their way here? Rusmini asked while shaking Billy's body. Billy fell silent with his head bowed, and the spy began to anxiously look at him.

As soon as he heard Billy's story, Rusmini was instantly unconscious.

Syifa slowly opened the envelope and took out a piece of opaque color paper from inside. He remembered the day before he had received a letter from someone. An ugly and poor young man whom he once spit and maki in shamelessness loves himself. And yesterday when the young man sent him back a letter, he immediately threw it in the trash because he had never thought there was an ugly and poor young man who dared to ruin his reputation as the most elite girl in his campus. Moreover, the young man was just a broomstick in his father's office. Definitely not as strong. Sekufu in various things. Sekufu descent, bourgeois, funky and gaul abis. Several times the swearing and maki scattering from his mouth, but the young man only fought back with a smile and a gaze that was so fond.

Syifa suddenly felt a terrible regret assaulting her feelings. He was so sorry after what he had done to the young man was so painful.

Syifa unfolded the paper and emotionally began to read it.

For solace.....

I'm sorry if for the last time I'm still shameless about making you feel sick. But I beg you very much, you will listen and read for a moment what I am about to say. Even after that, I sincerely scolded and cursed me all out.

I realized I was a despicable human being in your eyes. And I also realized that not at the end of my life I felt worthy even if just greeting you. There is no intention of making you feel humiliated, I just want you to know how meaningful my days are when your shadow comes to accompany me in my loneliness and solitude. Never have I felt so much happiness, other than when my mother was still by my side, and when these eyes were blessed to be amazed by your beauty.

And now I feel how heartbreaking my days are, when the flower I always smell will be infested with the beetle of his choice.

I mourn everything. Regretting why it was not me who was made fit to accompany you at the guarantee. Why am I not the one who deserves to develop the night poems I knit on the basis of love. I have prayed that the Lord may wish to make me who receives the grace have you. But everything goes according to nature and destiny. And I can only hope through the treatises I have sent. Even if you don't want me to, I hope you will let me love you forever. Just love, yet you refuse to give me a smile as a farewell.

And I resigned too. Before the gamelan of your happy evening attendants is over, I will go far away with my sad silence and wail. Bringing a pent-up sense and despair. May you be happy.

Womb....

Holy verses are heard from a distance. The cold air and the crowing of the chicken began to sound earthy. Some men are still seen sitting on the porch of the house. While sipping cold coffee in front of them, occasionally look into the house where Mr. Hasan Basri was calming the rummini that had been rumbling from his stupor. Hasan Basri turned to look at the people outside who looked yawning. It's out.

”You go home first”. Said. Those people are still silent. A moment to look at each other. Somewhat hesitating they nodded and one by one began to rise and greet pak hasan basri. After saying goodbye, they immediately left the house.

The mood became quiet. Mr. Hasan Basri was still staring at the bodies until they were lost in the darkness of the night. But a silence suddenly broke as a loud shout rang out from inside the house. Mr. hasan Basri immediately entered, but had not yet reached the house, Syifa suddenly broke through scattering out of the house. Seeing that, Hasan Basri immediately chased after him and shouted to call for Syifa to return. But Syifa did not seem to care and continued to run through the darkness until pak hasan basri left him far behind.

The dark of the night was still lying before his eyes as Syifa stopped her steps in front of a hut that was all around filled with banana trees. At a glance from the dark state of the hut, it seemed like the hut was uninhabited. The leaves of the pumpkin tree that grew beside the house crept onto the surface of the hut. Syifa was a bit doubtful. His eyes glanced back and forth to make sure there were no more huts in the place, and it was indeed the hut he was looking for. It was based on his friends telling him on campus about the state of the poor young man's hut. Syifa took a long breath. After closing his eyes, steadily he stepped towards the hut. The atmosphere is really dark. Rather doubtfully Syifa extended her hand towards the door. The hut doesn't seem to have doors. The place in and out is only sprinkled with old sacks. Syifa ventured in and slowly started calling out someone's name.

A uterus? Where are you Rahim. It's Me Syifa. The one you miss coming. I am so sorry for everything I did to you. I realized that you love me with a sincere heart so that God would not allow anyone else to embrace my body but you. Out Womb.

There's no answer. Just darkness and silence. Syifa shifted her body slightly to the side. Something seemed to fall from the side. Suddenly he smelled like gasoline all around him. Syifa snorted and her hands began to grope in the darkness hoping that there would be a flamethrower she would find around her. Sure enough, after a while he searched, Syifa finally found a bat. Soon he turned it on. The flames started to light up the atmosphere within the hut. Syifa's gaze began to watch the atmosphere around.

And.mata syifa was shocked. His heartbeat seemed uncontrollable, colliding with the breath that began to suffocate the chest. A skinny man was hanging on a shack pole with his eyes wide and his tongue sticking out. Syifa shook her head in disbelief at what she was seeing. The ugly young man he often despised and scorned. The poor man he often hurt. There was nothing he could do but stand staring with his eyes unblinking at the corpse hanging in front of him.

But then Syifa's eyes began to blur. His head and chest were so tight that he felt his whole body so limp and unable to keep standing. Shortly after, his body collapsed on the ground. The fire batter was released and hit a pile of newspapers that had been flooded with kerosene. In an instant the fire spread everywhere, but the syifa seemed reluctant to move, until the fire scorched the hut and burned it alive.