LOVELY

sebenarnya rada2 malu ngepost ni tulisan, soalnya ini adalah my first short story dlm bahasa inggris yang gue buat pas semester empat buat tugas CLW (Creative Literary Writing) dan pastinya vocabnya juga pas2an, grammarnya banyak salah. ceritanya? jangan tanya, udah pasti gk interesting. but anyway gpp lah yg penting update blog. hihi. judulnya 'Lovely' (sebenarnya rada gk nyambung sih)

            Sometimes I feel it is unfair. He is still young, handsome and has a bright future, but what is happening now? And I suddenly remember the words in a book  Everyone will die, because death isn’t care of your age, your jobs, your position, your wealth, your face, your everything. It will come suddenly without telling you before.   because this earth is field to plant ours in the next day.

  I remember one time, when we often had an argument, different, I said yes, he said no, and at the end would make a squarrel between  us. I remember again when we were child, playing together,  altough he sometimes make me cry, but another times he will always take care of me, when someone want to bother me, he will ready to became my sudden bodyguard. At short, he can be very kind and can be very annoying at certain time.

I am still beside him, looking his stiff body and ceasily stare at him.  Suddenly I see him woke  up, walked toward me and take me flying on the air_halusination_ it is true, I feel really above  clouds. Look around, together with birds, with butterfly, with dragonfly and all things on the air. It reminds me 15 years ago, when we were playing kite in plain field, looked the blue sky.

“I wanna go to the sky” I said while pointed the sky_at that time I was 4 years old_

“One day” He continued

“Horee, together with you?” I asked again

“Hmmm, sure” He answered

And today, together with him, I am flying, above the blue sky, on the blowing wind, getting higher and higher.

“Come on, what are you thinking of?” asked a voice of my mother “we are going to burry the late your brother”

“the late?”I asked

Heard that word, I really still do not believe that my only brother was die. Really I am not. I feel he still alive, stay by my side, keep caring of me and would always beside me.

“Liliiiii....” My mom waving her hand toward me, “hurry , do not  amuse, I know you are sad, may be you not accept this yet, but....” she cannot keep her tears fall, huge me, tightly, and I also cannot stop my tears fall away through my red cheek, huge her again. More tightly.

I cannot stand anymore when corp of my brother was put in a hole of burial place, and again my tears fall. Heavier. I see my mother, she also do the same. Many people, friends of my brother, our cousin  and others almost do the same thing. Let their tears down. Until all I see looked dark, really dark. Finally I see nothing.

When open my eyes, I get my self  lying on the bed, thought that I was unconsiouss, and a voiced surprised me.

“My lovely sister, how are you? ”

I will always remember  that word_lovely_my brother always call me with that name until all people call me Lyli.

“My brother, is that you?”

“yes, Lyli”

“I really miss you, I want you to stay here with me”

“Of course lovely”  while put his hand onto my shoulder.

“promise?” I said to him

“Promise” he answered while put his two finger up, making a symbol like”piece”

“You will not break your promise right?” I convinced him

“Promise” he said again while do the same.

At that time we talk about many things, tell each other, I told him about my new teacher, my new adventure and ask him to treat me meatball. He told me about his long journey to go to somewhere, which he did not want to tell me, told about a giant bird which accompanieed him came here and told about a small bridge which he passed when came here.

“Lyli..” my mother called me,

“yes mom” I answerd

 “What are you doing? “

 I just shake my head

“With whom did you speak?“

“my...”

“I see nobody here, are you oke honey?” she hold my face

“yes I am ok mom, I speak with brother dodi”

“your brother?” she looked wierd

“yes mom” I said to her seriously

“oh Lyli, my beloved daughter_while take me sit on the bed_ I know you love your brother very much, but you should accept that your brother was go to face God, forever” mother said to me sadly.

“no, I see him just now, even I  talked to him”

“there was no one Lyli, I see nobody, not your brother”

“But mom..”

“enough Ly, I do not want hear that  words again”  directly huge my body and her tears fall down, I can feel it on my arm, and  also I cannot fold my tears away.

“I love you ly, and will not let you go with your consciouness”

***

I was lazy to go out of my room, in the outside I feel there is no more life, no more spirit, no more happyness, no more glad I found. My world is my room because I will find my brother here.( Since my father was also die eight years ago, I lost my two beloved men. I feel life was no longer. Oh but I am forget, I still have my mom)

“Lovely..”

“Brother..”

“what are you thinking of?”

“Thingking of you and father”

“Please Ly, we are fine”

“I think also about mom, she said that there is no more you here”

“I will always here with you Lovely”

“promise?”

“Promise” while erase my tears.

***

The next day, I saw crowded in front of my house, many people gathered there. From the  small gap on my window, I know that they want to come because the invitation from my mother. It is common in my place, when there was a person die, the family of the die person will conduct ceremonial after a week.

 As usual I will not out of my room, I will talk with my brother, tell each other about many things. Until he took my hand and brought me outside, I was still talking  with him, asked him to fly on the air, on the way_at the yard of my house_, a voiced heard

“With whom do you speak Ly?”

“Brother Dodi” I answered

“he was dead” interrupted another voice

“but now he is with me, here” I convinced

“Mad” said other voice

“Crazy” replied one voice

“no, I am not” I shouted

Untill I heard all people there shouted me crazy, mad many times, but with one voice I shouted loudly ” No I am not crazy, I am not mad.“