Waiting - Romantic short story

WAIT

Karya Indah Pradnyani

Waiting - Romantic short story

You're looking at the black watch that wraps around your left wrist with mixed feelings. Upset, confused, anxious. You notice the circumstances surrounding you. It's been quiet. You've even forgotten how long you've been sitting so still. You want to leave immediately, if you do not remember your promise to wait.

You hear the steps approaching and you turn your face toward the sound source. You see him, stooping over with his hands on his knees. His breath hunted, you immediately knew that he had just run.

"Ma, I'm sorry I'm late!" It's hard for him to say those words. You see the sweaty grains on the left and right side of his face-a sign that he is very tired. In the whole way, it was clear that her figure at the time was a sad impression. But you're too upset to sympathize. You get up from your sitting position and say in an icy tone, "Hurry up, I'm going home."

Through the tail of your eyes, you see himself staring at you with disappointment. He wipes his hands with his hands, then begins to approach you who have preceded him.

"How long have you been waiting for?" He asked.

"It's too long that I forget how long it takes."

"Oh ... I'm sorry. Not a few factors that I must end up ... "

"I know."

Silence. Only your footsteps are heard. You're drowning in your irritation while he's drowning in regret. If only this was not the day you met, you would have been refusing to wait for it. Separating as a week is not a short time. You can imagine how lonely your day is without him.

Do not feel you both have reached the door of your house. Here's your routine-you're looking forward to coming home from club activities, then he'll drive you home. You're still too upset to say to him, so you went straight into the house. But he was faster. Thrusting your arm, making you unwilling to turn around and look at his face.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. Do you remember? "She asked softly. Maybe it's just your feeling, but you see the eyes are teary.

"I can not forget."

He loosened his hand, then changed hands gently.

"I know you're still mad at me. But please, pray for me. Without it, I will not succeed. "

You swallow. Your little heart feels sorry, but your ego feels more real. The pain in your chest impacts feels neglected to attack again. You're remembering how lonely it was when you were waiting for him.

Remember how many appointments you canceled, just because he was busy preparing for his club activities. Also dozens of missed and unblooded short calls you've addressed on their mobile phone number.

"I'll pray before bed."

Hearing that, she smiled. He came closer, then kissed your forehead gently, as he usually did.

"Wait for me. I'm going to miss you so much. "

You sigh. Again he asked you to wait.

***

You have not had time to get this shaken before.

The first time dikabarhu by phone, you just stunned, while your friend crying sobbing. You can not trust your own hearing.

Impossible, it is impossible for him to experience such a factor. It is not uncommon for him to travel for such a factor, and routinely return home safely. Himself will hug you as soon as you meet, and then share his experience with passion ...

But now, you can only watch him lying helpless. Hoses and cables may have crossed each other, as if complicating conditions. The monitor beside him did not help, just made a soft sound while displaying jagged hilllike photos. Is that what is called an electrocardiogram? Electrocardiograph alias? You tried to remember what she had said about it, but could not. All you remember is your selfishness the day before his departure, and your neglect to pray for salvation and success for him.

Oh God, what have I done?

You remember the dripping sweat when he ran up to you that day. Now, my water is dripping non-stop. Recalling the gentle grip of his hand as he begged you to pray for him. Now, the hand is only able to lie weak in terms of body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

As if to hear your wailing, the weak hand moves slowly. It followed his slowly opening eyes. Your eyes look at each other.

"Are you ... crying?"

The hand gently touches the side of your face, then wipes the melted tears. It was hard for him to smile.

"I ... been waiting for you."

You gasp. Something, maybe, has opened the eyes of your heart.