MAYANG PUJAKU
The Broken Heart of Arjuna

Amalia, I don't know what she's got. Until you are so willing to share love throw away taste. Without a doubt you left me, without shame you doted on me, without warning you left behind wounds and suffering.

What wrong did I do that made you so intent on leaving me. Without a doubt you left me and chose to go with him.

"Juna, I'm sorry if I can't make our divorce call. Please take care of everything so that everything goes well."

I really don't want to answer what you said. Don't answer, just glance at it I really don't want to.

"Darling, let's go now. We don't have much time."

The rotten man called Amalia, affectionately in front of me. Without the slightest shame.

I now hate you and also hate the person who poisoned you. Put words about me, in your list of questions that cornered me.

You went with him, left us, left me and left a happy feeling that turned into a wound.

This soul rumbles, making my heart even more fragile.

You, you and he who are often called new happiness by you, leave me lonely self, leave the feeling you once brought, leave the happiness you keep on the wall of the heart as a memory.

Or as a reminder of the wounds I suffered. So that someday if you come back I will remember.

*****

I looked at every picture that was framed with glass on every wall of this house.

There's a picture of me with the woman I used to call the future. And now I call him the story that's over.

The hand took a picture on the wall, which had a picture of me and Amalia smiling happily at our wedding.

"When did you plan this crime?" I said while looking at the wedding photo.

My voice is creeping in every corner of the house. It felt so lonely this house without anyone accompanying me, but.

Is there a quieter place than a silent heart to stay away?

Amalia, you know what? The only person who can understand how to love me is you.

Now I know. The only person who can hurt me the most is you.

There is no longer a story that I am proud of in front of people.I who used to pride myself on you in front of them, praise and adore you in front of the sky, the moon, and the moon, the stars and the sun make the whole universe envious, with the happiness you always give.

But now you hit me with shit right in my face. To give me a sense of unequal shame before the dark sky, before the silenced moon, in front of thousands of stars And after rising, the sun is ready to blaspheme.

*****

Now I'm sad to challenge you.

About you who from a long time ago even to this day is still the owner of the heart. Even after you've been hurt.

You introduced me to love.

You introduced me to taste.

You introduced me to happiness but didn't forget to meet me with disappointment.

You introduced me to a cheerful that did not escape the pain.

You ... go away, change your name to massalu.

There's a heart here that never believed in your decision to leave.

There is a feeling that never thought would know the pain.

There's me now in stay away by you.

*****

Started to cast your shadow in my memory. Namu Do not ask the taste that is still stirring.

How not, you who I never imagined giving wounds and suffering, even deliberately cut the wound, making the tightness of contents in the chest.

To this day I still wish this was just a dream, and when I wake up tomorrow morning, you still give me a smile of a thousand meanings.

*****

I don't know how many hours I spent remembering the happy 2 with you.

And also somehow it will take me how long to forget all the pain you gave me.

Geek..

I can no longer bear the pain that continues to drain tears and suffocate the chest.

Geek..

I kept hitting the walls of the innocent house. The walls of my house are only a witness to the happiness Amalia gave me.

"You're siding with who the insolent wall is!"

Buuaac..

Again and again I hit the wall of this house.

"Speak! tell me what I don't know about the betrayal of that rotten woman!"

I shouted hndak let go of all the tightness. My breathing is heavy, the air coming in and out is irregular, my heart is pumping blood and my emotions are getting worse.

The sound of the phone and the song I was tuning as a reminder if there was an incoming call was heard by my ears.

"Hallo Jun, this is Mom son, are you all right Jun?"

"Ah yes Ma'am, I changed the number again?"

"Hoho .. yes Jun, understand your mother is a fugitive widower, hoho"

It turns out that what made my phone ring was an incoming call from my mom 'But what did my mom say for a minute?'

"What did mom say? Duda fugitive?" Jesus, you're bad again?"

"Nakal naon or Jun? I'm just looking for a soul mate, why do I say naughty?"

"Geez Mom, I know now I'm going to divorce Amalia. Why are you looking for a new father for me? Find a wife to, even the father!"

"Here is, eta ma anguish maneh Jun. From the beginning also I did not agree, I did not sreg the same Amalia, what the fuck you tea, choose the wife jiga Kitu."

My mother even though she lives in Jakarta, but she remains loyal to her Sundanese accent.karna indeed we, me and my mother are West Javanese, the city of Tasikmalaya.

I told you a little about my mother. She is a widow with two children, of course her son is me and my sister named Ratih.

My mother was named Sukma and my late Father was named Deden. He lived a widow for eight years. And remained faithful widowed for seven years.

He was not too old, he was about forty-four. She gave birth to me at a young age for people today.

He had to be willing to marry my late Father who was thirty years old, the age of my Father and Mother was quite far apart.

My mother gave up her youth to support her family, because my Grandmother and Grandpa were unable to support my mother at the time.

"Hahaha, maybe that's what you think, but it's not."

My mother and father were married of course for their desire to have, without coercion and conscious circumstances.

"Juna maneh is gone? How to laugh at yourself?"

'Oh, it should be a narrative sentence,'

"Well, ma'am, there's a guest at the door."

"Gelo maneh Jun! .. You're going to your place tomorrow."

Tuttts.. Tutt's.. Tutt's..

"No luck, maen matiin telfon aja."

Well that's how my mom is.

****

The sunset began to feel, the light that penetrated through the window glass.

The sky was clouded with Mega overcast, slowly moving following the wind.

"Bring and my sorrows to you" I said to the foreshadower.

But he just kept silent. Didn't want him to reduce my sadness even by half.

The eyes of the day began to sink leaving an orange color in the sky. Color that has no certainty 'I hate orange.'

As time passed, I stared at the sky behind the window.

Now the sky I looked at became pitch-black.

Cool the heart that from the morning in the sad dera, at the stabbing pilu because I feel ashamed of myself.

My eyes were now focused on my reflection on the window pane. There are eyes there that demand to be happy again, my lips tremble withstanding the cries of tears.

But my reflection seemed to say.

"Arjuna, you deserve to be happy even without the love of Amalia."

SERIATE.