DOOM
MUSTAFA KAMAL'S LAST LETTER

Cigarette butts and dried bamboo leaves are still scattered in the yard. On the veranda, a middle-aged man seemed to be cross-legged staring at the moonlight that was like wetting the leaves. Sometimes he stared deep at the pine tree tops that looked like ghost towers in the distance. Many times he shifted his tall body to and fro, and occasionally flicked cigarette ash in his hand. Perhaps with that, the uneasiness between his longing and restless heart was thrown away in the silence of the night and left only the longing that he would endure in the long journey of his imagination tonight. Certainly for the lover nun far away there.

The mountain breeze whirred in wanting to force Kamal to clench his body tightly. His gaze was far glazed into the dark clouds. Not turning away and he really wanted to force his gaze to hold a clear-eyed female shadow that began to dance in his mind. Kamal snorted short. On her black lips was a small smile.

Maybe tonight the beautiful girl is lying sweetly on her bed. Read the reply he sent a week ago, or perhaps it was finished and restless awaiting his arrival. He was sure of that, for the tremors of the longing that dwelled in his heart were now too great not to be felt by the girl either.

Kamal threw his body. His eyes twinkled and unceasingly a small smile rose from his lips. It felt like tonight was too long to look forward to on his own. It felt like they could not wait for their morning and tomorrow the morning birds chirping would usher in his departure across the ark carrying a long long longing buried in the heart. Tracing the streets full of memories and when first met in the courtyard of the baiturrahman mosque. He tried to guess the road that he and Maemunah had gone through when he drove the girl home in the Lambreh area. Almost nothing is forgotten. Everything was recorded well in his memory.

A farewell that is too long for a miss that the antidote does not get. Since Teuku Ibrahim, Maemunah's father cut, who is also one of the leaders of the separatist movement, the government used to call them, threatened to kill if Kamal still had contact with his daughter. Teuku Ibrahim did not want his daughter to be in a relationship with the Javanese man. His assumption about the Javanese people who monopolize the government has already been labeled as the cause of damage and suffering on the earth portico of Mecca.

But whatever happens, Kamal does not care even if he has to risk his life though, if indeed it is the sacrifice of his love for Maemunah he willingly. He will continue to endure, trying every day so that minute by minute there is no veil that prevents him from looking into the clear eyes of Maemunah. But eventually he had to budge when he knew Cut Maemunah was not destined for him. Too sick if you have to survive to see the lover he loves finally collapsed in the lap of another man. He had to go away even though among his deep disappointment he always wished there was as much prayer as he said contained in the foliage of the anchor. Pray that one day he and Maemunah will be reunited.

But never mind, it's all over. Cut Maemunah has been divorced two months since her marriage. God has truly granted his prayers. Abraham is no longer there. From one of the television stations he watched he knew that maemunah's father was killed during a firefight between government forces and GAM in the Meulaboh area.

Kamal let out a long sigh and raised his head to the sky. A small smile returned to his lips. After that he got up and slowly stepped into his room. For a moment he was glued to his face in front of a dull mirror, rubbing his face and gently stroking the thick beard dangling on his chin. After that he threw his body on the cot, grabbed the fire-wigger on the table and from his shirt bag he took out a cigarette and lit it up a stick. Both legs raised and embraced hands so that docked to the chest. Cigarette smoke soared and in an instant it had filled the small room.

For a moment Kamal just fell silent, as if drowning and dragged in a silent night that began to crawl late. His gaze looked meaningfully at the ceiling of the room, a small smile and several times his body in back and forth. Restless and slowly from his mouth sounded soft kalathida.

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for the girl in the silent waiting.....

I began writing this letter in the hope of the moon that I look at tonight you also see when you are pensively staring at the silence of the night. There I put my longing sigh through the light in the leaves of albasia in your yard. I let the warmth of my embrace through the gentle breath of the night greet your beautiful face. Looking at your face the first time we met and I was fixated on a desire, looking at your smile and the manners of your lips. Seeing you sitting sweetly under the shade of a banyan tree and your hair breaking down beautifully in the white of your veil.

I have to be everywhere when you smile. When far away I want the pawana to bring the aroma of your fragrance for me to breathe every time.

The thief is sleeping. So far away you're there and I'm swayed in anxiety. Between continuing to send sighs of longing in the night wind, and between wanting to remain silent resist hope.

O moon of the night. I hope you're the one smiling over there too tonight. And tell him, I miss wanting in my despair God bless his love for me. And you, o night wind, cool him that is gloomy in his bed. Decorate the imagination with your gentle swish. Here I wrote a song for him and flew my longing melody for him the conqueror of the heart.

I'm here, in my cot I can no longer afford to say no to having it. Even though the star I looked at was getting farther away and it seemed as if my hand was getting more and more unable to reach the dreams and hopes that were strewn about in my head, I would still keep her shadow in the depths of my heart.

I believe in all the words of love you have told me. I believe in the beauty of your rhyme, I have found thousands of passions that excite my lonely days. Even when you announced your marriage to her, I found the tears of sorrow you sent me welling up on the treatise. Those days were so dark, so scary, when the coastal wave drove me away. But among my sobs, I tried to stand up. Love is in my heart. Fulfilling every cavity for the sake of my heart cavity. No other puspa tone will bloom in it.

You are the only reason why I still dare to smile towards the overcast sky. Until the news from the heavens informs me that this is the time between you and I will be united in a long-burdened passion of love.

Tomorrow, greet me and spread your smile among the green leaves of young albasia. I will visit the sky tonight. Grab the stars for me to present to you. I have captured all my beautiful images to incarnate in my beautiful dreams.

Wassalam

Mustafa Kamal's

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“ oh hurry up O dawn, flap your wings so I can immediately smell the fragrance of his body. Tomorrow I will take him to Gapang beach, past the tassel-roofed huts. Maybe he still remembers the time before dusk arrived, when I danced the suit and dashingly he played the chordian. And I also sing..”This intimacy should not be quickly passed….This intimacy I want to remember always..”Ha.ha,,ha..,Cut Maemunah laughed cheerfully. Get up, then dance while running spoiled to the mirror. She looked at her beautiful oval face in front of the mirror. Smiled to himself and began to flip his body. To the left, to the right and sometimes looking a little pouty as he felt something unattractive on his body. “Ah, am I still beautiful to be seen by her? Smiling and frowning. “ I think...he is still like before, handsome and I'm sure the thin beard he used to keep is now thick and of course he will increasingly look authoritative”. Maemunah turned her body and threw her body back on the bed.

The night is getting late. The sound of crickets swirling around with the melody of the night created through imagination. Leading gently the goddess Nawang Wulan lead the ringing of the orange sky with the lover in his beautiful dream.

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The sun has risen three poles in the eastern horizon. Breaking through the crevices of the albacian foliage behind a two-story house across the street. The sound of birds among the branches of trees. On the road also began to be seen some people then tares carrying hoes and some women in tandem carrying a large basket on their shoulders.

Cut Maemunah stood glued in front of the porch of his house. Look at the hibiscus flowers that grow in line in the yard. Soon he slowly came down and approached the flower, picked it up a sprig and inhaled it deeply.

A wall clock rang from inside the house. Cut Maemunah was silent. Back he nodded short. Nibbling his lips and stepping into the house only nine o'clock, means that only two more hours Kamal will get here. More or less so and it was too long for him to wait and he no longer knew how to dispel the sense of uncertainty in the heart during his waiting. She was happy and once again felt unable to meet him. Well, after all this time, even to the age of thirty-three he never met her. Maemunah rested her body on a rattan chair. His gaze was far glazed through the roof of the house. The small smile on his lips seemed to imply that he was beginning to get carried away by his imagination.

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Kamal woke up from his sleep. There was an announcement coming from the front of the plane.

” Attention, to the Garuda Air Line passengers we respect, the aircraft will make an emergency landing at Medan Polonia Airport, because the earthquake and Tsunami have hit Banda Aceh and its surroundings. Thanks though. Kamal. Bummer. It was like lightning striking his taste when he heard the announcement. The quake? And what was the Tsunami so that the plane he was boarding had to cancel the trip? Ah, Kamal was still silent among the restless boisterous sounds around him. Until the moment the plane landed at the airport, the atmosphere was crowded, panicked and sad mixed into one. Kamal was really panicking. He approached a young woman who was leaning down while rubbing her chest on a long chair. The woman looked so shocked. Not yet out asked from his mouth, the young woman had preceded him with tears. ”please help me mas, all my family live in Aceh, please save them.

”Mean mother? Kamal asked curiously mixed with worry and fear. A Father approached. ”Aceh has been ravaged. Only the miracle of God is able to save them”. Kamal stunned. ”Everything? And what about Lambreh? What about Maemunah?

”It is difficult to say that residents there had time to save themselves. The tsunami came so suddenly. The entire population was wiped out by five meters of sea water that entered land”. Answer the Father who then left Kamal who began to silence. It was as if I could not believe what the Father had said. His eyes nimblely followed everyone who was clustered with anxious faces twitching.

” Water as high as five meters? Destroying everything? And Maemunah? Why is HP inactive? Ah, no, no, Maemunah must have survived. God must have saved him”His murmur was hopeful. But the words of Mr. Tadi continued to ring in his mind and mind. It is hard to imagine if today he did not find Maemunah there. It was hard to imagine if the cheerful face and sweet smile he had summed up in his imagination last night ran aground on the rubble. Kamal held his chest. His lips were grimacing like he was feeling an immense pain. It continues to*******-****box. His gaze began to blur and before long his body collapsed on the floor.

Kamal suddenly found himself among the crowd of people. There were faces full of questions and sadness from them. Kamal got up and started rebuking those who surrounded him. But strangely, none of them ignored the hardship, even they looked like they did not hear it. Kamal tried to shout again, but still they did not care. Kamal became astonished at him. What happened so they didn't hear me, why am I still here, shouldn't I see Maemunah? His inner.

A newly arrived Police Officer then flipped through Kamal's body as HP rang from his pocket. The officer then reached into his pocket and took out an HP from it.

”Assalamualaikum Ma'am?

Kamal yells ”Restore Hpku, it must be Maemunah. Quickly return!

Vain. Kamal shouted like the wind.

”I'm sorry if Kamal you mean Mustafa Kamal” the officer said as he read the ID card he removed from Kamal's pocket.

The officer looked at the crowd of people. Emhs...Sorry mbak”. The mood became quiet. The officer took a long breath. For a moment he looked towards Kamal and resumed the conversation after the voice across there continued to search for him with various questions about the state of Kamal.

”We don't know what has happened to this man who was looking for. He suddenly fell unconscious and we found him dead. We will bring his body for autopsy at Medan Hospital. We wait for Mbak there”. Officers ended the conversation. Hearing that instantly Kamal surged in shock.

”What? Am I dead already? No....., no....!