FINALE
Chapter 26

**ABOUT ME

It's about me

A thirsty child will love and love.

I miss a warm hug.

No, no, no,

I don't even know what a warm hug feels like.

He said, Dad is the first love for his daughter.

Yes, it is true.

Dad was my first love,

My first heartbreak was because of my first love.

Even the wounds and pain that you gave me remained in this heart.

And he said, ''And,,

Mother is a wingless angel for her children.

Yeah, I know that too.

But how could an angel hurt his son this badly.

It is not only this physique that you are hurting, but also this inner being.

It hurts so much, though,

Even breathing was very stifling, as if this life was forcibly taken from my body.

They say I'm lucky to have you, treasure in abundance, want this and that's all I need.

But you're wrong, you're wrong,,

Let alone to ask, reprimanded no matter how reluctant.

You know what it feels like to be left out?

No,,, that's,,,

You only know what it means but don't feel it.

Different from me, though,

Which is clearly there but faintly seen.

I'm standing here but it's not considered to exist.

This is wrong, so wrong. Everything went wrong.

With your physique you hurt this physique.

With your mouth you hurt this inner.

Crying??

No, no, no, no,,

Not because the body does not feel pain.

And not because this heart has gone numb.

Whose physique did not hurt as it continued to receive slaps, punches and kicks, as if this body was just a samsak.

Sweeps, rattan, hoses even belts you used to injure this body,

Until it feels like my bones are crumbling.

He said I was a troubling child, a problem child, a bad child, a fool and a self-doubt.

Did I ever ask to be born like this?? No, I never asked for it.

Pain,,,

But it felt like these tears were already dry to cry.

I used to think about running.

In fact, I once intended to accede.

Piasau and the rope I've got.

The beautiful scratches on my hands are many.

Until the thick liquid of red color began to rebel out.

With water flowing, constantly,

And sobs that I can no longer bear.

I scratched this arm over and over again with a knife.

When I want to do more,

Suddenly their faces flashed they were there every time I got hurt.

Comforting whenever it falls,

Help me get up if I fall,

Grasping my hand tightly as the others moved away,

And, giving her shoulder for me to lean on as I felt I had no place to lean, a place to moan and a place to spill all the pain in my heart.

No,,, this is wrong, this is, uh,,

I'm not alone here.

There are people who love me.

There is a God who will always be with me.

I just need to be patient, though,

God replaced these tears with a smile.

Because I'm sure, though,

The river has an end.

Everything I've been through has had a beautiful ending.

There's a rainbow..

Ray_Muchtar's..

Makassar, August 17, 2020

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ASSALAMUALAIKUM... SORRY GUYS, AUTHOR AGAIN WANTS TO MAKE A POEM ABOUT NAYA IN THIS PART. SORRY ALSO IF THE POETRY IS NOT GOOD BECAUSE THE AUTHOR IS ALSO JUST LEARNING.

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