A Wound Wound A Wound
From my Hope

For you who are still in my cradle.

Thank God, for the trust you have given me, after a long time in waiting.

In desperation, you gave me happy news.

In submission, I surrender to You.

Then, you blow your breath in my veins.

Breath becomes spirit, and gives me a new spirit.

In my tired waiting...

God, this pulse is like a message to me.

Although sometimes fear comes and goes in my mind,

Lord, strengthen me to walk the path of life at every step of the way.

Replace my fear with courage. Even though I had to walk and fight for the baby myself, I took every step I took.

Right now I have to strengthen myself, without a single love I will try for the sake of my future baby.

From me, who will be a tough woman for you.

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Aksara looked at Yosi who was walking towards her. His heart beats, refusing to come into contact with the man again. Repeatedly the Aksara strengthened itself. Wish he disappeared from the face of the earth today. Aksara's hands choked, trying to calm down. The right and left hemispheres of the brain work quickly, creating higher cognitive function. Cold sweat began to haunt his forehead and back.

"Aksa.." greeted Yosi with a sweet smile. His eyes sparkled with longing, his movements as if he was about to clench Aksara steadily. But in the absence of that intention. The brown bead shimmered, looking at the opposite sex who was just silently sculpting. In his heart was astonished, for years to know, only this time Yosi knew that his female friend could be a henchman.

Again, the characters could only remain silent, lowered. Sometimes moving his feet. Hope the time passes soon.

"Acts..." Yosi was only able to summon his name. He didn't know where to start the conversation.

Slowly the twinkle of Yosi's eyes dimmed, his smile curled down, Yosi's eyes squinted. Disappointed, without knowing why.

"What did you say?" tanya Aksara in the end, after a long silence each other.

"How are you?" Ask Yosi what words were coming through his mind. Interest in talking long gone. The word ketus thrown from the tiny lips Aksara undermines his intention to build romance like before.

"Good." Answer A short script, trying to avoid long-winded chatter is important to him.

"Still working where you used to?"

Aksara answered with aggukan. He started not wanting to linger with Yosi.

The eyes of Aksara began to explore the area around the parking lot, hoping that angels would help him from feeling saturated. He seems to be getting bored with his friend. Answering one by one Yosi's questions was lazy.

"Yos," cut the script. Yosi looked at the face of Aksara, waiting for the continuation of his words. Hoping Aksara will say a word that makes his heart reverberate. "already yes, I want to go home." continued Aksara.

Dismissed is hope. Loss of feeling without a plan.

Yosi again was only stunned to see the back of the Aksara that was increasingly going away from him.

It was not the first time that Josi was treated that way by the Aksara. A few years ago he also felt left unilaterally like that by Aksara. Without words, without careful clarity. Just silence and pass away leaving Yosi in confusion.

"Yuk Non."

Noni who had been looking at them from afar, only looked at Aksara with disappointment. He knew, Aksara shouldn't be acting that way to Yosi.

"Ra, do you want anything else to Yosi?"

The characters just shook without answering.

***

A few years ago the story of the blue-gray Aksara and Yosi.

They were found in the Junior High School, then they continued until SMA.

The invisible caste, snapped at Aksara at that time. The mental that he had been maintaining once jolted. The sanubariya just keep floating in the shadows.

No one knew, his life was repeatedly about to stretch. The tears covered her smile.

"Ra, do you want to go to Yosi?"

Aksara just smiled cynically. Being pretentious is fine. Who knew that the wall he had been building was starting to be fragile. Aksara must immediately renovate the wall, he was afraid if anyone else knew how dead his heart was.

"I'll go home, yeah, sleepy." Ingkar Aksara, trying to shift the conversation.

"Ah, okay. Say you've reached home." Noni Pinta.

Aksara answered with a nod.

On the way home, Aksara repeatedly blew his breath. He tried to rebuild the wall in his heart.

His mind was at war, trying to fight against his past.

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Finished

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