LOVE ON THE HORIZON
DEBBY THANKS

The thin fog of the city of Lembang slowly down the hill, I gave a view to the neatly arranged tea plantations, and,

it looks beautiful I saw all the natural paintings from the top of the hotel where I was staying, at that time I was on duty outside the city of my company, to accompany guests from abroad and survey some branch factories in Bandung.

“ANAK KITA HAS BEEN BORN.” that short text bought my admiration with all the beauty of nature, my heart that could not exist beside Ita during the birth process, although I also know, I know, even if I were in Jakarta, the Ita family would not be that easy to give me the opportunity to be next to him. Since the big storm that night, not only did my family narrow the space between me and Ita, but also from the Ita family.

Unknowingly, my tears fell from the corner of my eye.

“Hello Mr. Adrian...what happened with you? Why do you look so sad?” said a guest of my company from Hong Kong named Debby Lam, an oriental woman, with a slim body and white like a mandarin film artist.

“Oh...Nothing ..I am OK Ms.Debby....”I replied as I wiped my tears.

“Come on..don’t lie to me Adrian….I know something happened Reply to this foreign woman while staring at me

“Long story Ms. Debby…..I am fine ...” I said slowly.

“Long story …? We will 3 days in Bandung, and I could hear your story now all night if necessary, if u want tell the stories, maybe curious about the look of my face and gesture changed, which he had known from the moment I picked them up in the airport was a cheerful figure and told a lot and was easy

communicates.

Finally while we were ordering hot coffee to blow the cold that afternoon, I told you a little story

and my story, whether he understands or not with my English that fits.

“You wanna hear my sudgestion Adrian..?” the woman said after listening seriously to my whole story.

“What your sudgestion Ms. Debby..?”my reply, for the rest of my life.new this time I will listen to the personal opinion or advice of people from different countries.

“In my country...chinese tradition...we believe in karma, re-incarnation and God hand in handle our life (Dinegaraku.tradition of the Chinese people, reincarnation and God's intervention in the affairs of our lives).” said this woman named Debby, while stopping for a moment to gulp her drink.

“And then?(then)”? reply again, curious about the continuation of his words.

“About you and your wife...dont worry about that...ok ..I understand now you sad with what happened to you, but

if God wants you with her in the rest of your life.although you separate with her.don’t know how.’t know when….but if it doesn't’t.you will meet her again in the next life in re-incarnation way.that we believe in our culture(About you and your wife, don't worry about that…I understand your sadness now with what has happened, but if the gods want you with him there.

the end of your life.even though you are separated.whether or not.when…you will meet him in the next life with the path of reincarnation that we believe in in our culture”cap Debby Lam explained his opinion.

For some reason, my heart is a little calm hearing the opinion of this Hong Kong woman.all her words go to the logic of my common sense, except the re-incarnation, because there is no such belief in my religion and culture. But for other things, I understand and agree, because what Debby means is almost the same as God's predetermined Destiny.

“Thanks Ms Debby ...for all your words...honestly it’s make me better than before.” my words thank you for.

his advice and opinion.

“You’re welcome Adrian...we just met..but I know and I can believe.you are a good man.....you know why? Cause in my country ..almost all man doesn’t care or sad about the thing that you have been thru now (Sama-sama Adrian…but I know and I believe you are a good man..want to know why? Because in my country, almost all men do not care or sad about the thing you are experiencing now..)” continued the woman again.

The woman named Debby Lam returned to her room.I am still stuck staring at the atmosphere of the night in the city of Lembang, incandescent lights of the houses and inns around.Lamp lights some vehicles are still back and forth, like a firefly in the dark. I breathe in my breath...I inhale the rest of my hot coffee.....What is my next life like? I surrender and leave it to time.