The Winter Man
#99 Struggling Abu Yura
After waiting for quite a long time, two men came out of the special room holding an urn filled with ash from the crushed bones of Yura. While the other man brought a container of boxes containing Yura ashes from meat, clothes and crates that had been burned out.
Winter is not strong walking finally sitting in a wheelchair pushed by the father. The man gave the jar to Winter. A gold jar with the words Ayura Aletta complete with the date of birth and date of death of the girl. While the box contains another ash given to Magma.
With a blank look and a broken heart, the man stared at the urn in his hand, stroking it gently.
In the past, Winter used to stroke Yura's head. But now it's the urn that's gonna be a lot in elus Winter. The urn containing his wife's bones.
Winter never thought this would happen to her. Just now that he had felt happiness, that happiness had suddenly disappeared just like that. The world plays with his life, but he cannot be angry because anger cannot bring his wife back.
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Winter decides to stall his wife's ashes in Italy. Precisely on the Blueocean beach, the beach close to Yura's house as a child, the beach where Yura played as a child and the beach that has many memories with Yura's biological mother. Including, the beach where Summer first met Yura.
Winter keeps his promise to his wife to take Yura to Italy and board a cruise ship. The difference is that the promise is made when his wife is gone.
Now, Winter stands on the yacht without holding his wife's hand but instead hugs the urn containing his wife's ashes.
They took turns stumbling Yura's ashes in the ocean.
Daddy's beautiful daughter. Daddy loves you ...
Benjamin stalls his daughter's ashes first, followed by Bayuni.
Come to Mommy's dream baby ... Mommy will sleep more to dream of meeting the beautiful girl Mommy ...
Summer also stirs the ashes of her little friend.
First time I met you on this beach. And now we have to split up on this beach too .. goodbye Letta .. good-bye ...
It's her brother's turn, Magma.
I don't know where to look, bad boy. I love you ...
Until finally it was Winter's turn to stall his wife's ashes with one hand hugging Yura's urn.
I'm grateful to be your husband even if it's just a little while, baby ...
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After the ash fall was over, they all went inside the ship leaving Winter alone outside sitting hugging his wife's urn.
The yacht is still speeding away either way. Clearly the ship was just a road without a destination at sea.
"Look, there's a herd of dolphins playing, Yura .." Winter said with a sad look stroking the urn in her arms.
The many dolphins at play made Winter smile bitterly because he could not see it with his wife.
He spoke weakly to the urn in his arms while continuing to stroke the urn. "We arrived in Italy. Already aboard the yacht, aren't you happy?"
One thing Winter felt, the wind that hit his face as if giving a void in Winter's life. After this Winter will feel a very deep loneliness due to Yura's abandonment.
De Willson's extended family stared wistfully from inside the ship watching the man sitting outside alone hugging his wife's ashes. Moreover, Milan who continued to cry in Summer's embrace.
Maxime has even prepared psychologists and psychiatrists to deal with psychic/mental Winter who must be disturbed.
Winter was even just daydreaming looking at the ocean with a blank look while deepening in his heart.
Yura .. although a happy ending is never ours. I will be thankful because loving you is the best thing I have ever felt. You were never in my life plan, were it not for that matchmaking, I would not have known a woman as beautiful and as good as you. Your love would have been safe and serene in my heart Yura ... wait for me, I'll catch up with you soon and we'll get back together like we used to.
After a long time in the ocean they go to Summer's apartment and gather there. Winter shut herself in the room, unwilling to talk to anyone other than sitting on the chair staring at the urn she had stored at the table with a longing look at Yura.
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