I tried to strengthen my heart. Strengthens my tears too. Now, I was standing right next to Irfan's body which had begun to cool. I convinced my hand, to be able to open the white blanket that covered his handsome face. I burst into tears. I do not believe, Irfan has left me. I hugged his pale body. Now, the hug is no longer warm. Not as warm as the hug I used to get. The hug I used to call 'teddy bear hug'.

I release the hug. I don't know, will this love turn into hate? Ahh, you can't ... I won't let this hate be more berated. Irfan can be loyal when I betrayed. Can I not be loyal, when Irfan breaks promises? I formed a finger that began to stiffen into a half heart. And put it together with my fingers that first formed a half heart. I will read poetry. Although I know, Irfan will not return.

Hey, my prince is sleeping!
Why do you make these tears no longer measurable?
You leave yourself,
Without any message.
Should I rebel?
Or rather, refuse?
I'm sorry
I have never impressed you.
However, I will still call this a memory,
Memories, which will never be forgotten.
Thank you,
I managed to be happy, with you lover .

Just waiting for the hour, Irfan will depart. Irfan will be buried in his hometown, Indonesia. Irfan will be taken by private helicopter that has been ordered. Do not be surprised. Irfan's family, indeed including a family that is quite rich. Even so, Irfan never boasted of his possessions, right?

I continue to cry Irfan. Tried to strengthen but could not. You know, I love him so much. Love her so much. Nothing wrong is not the flow of tears then flowing ?. I am a girl, Weak .. I am not as fresh as a boy .. even though the formula is like that, no one is there, can hold back tears when someone who is so loved leaves.

Just like in Rumaj Hospital when Irfan was being treated, this time I insisted on asking to be allowed to accompany Irfan. This is not just accompany, but accompany in a helicopter to Indonesia. Yes, I know, despite the risk of having to skip college for the next few days. But thankfully, Irfan's parents allowed. I also called Mama, if I was going to Indonesia to take Irfan.

I set this foot on the helicopter floor. I paused for a moment. Thinking about, is it true that inside the chest Irfan ?. Yes, I still can't believe it. I think Irfan will be your best friend. But in fact not ... all men are the same. All men have the heart to leave me. Actually, what is my lack? Is it inappropriate for a girl like me to feel love?

Not taste,
If you don't feel it.
Not love,
If not love.
Not taste,
If not accompanied by prayer.
Not love,
If you miss not reign.

My eyes are red. My eye bags are blackened. The view of Italy is so enchanting. But in mind, there is only thatch that closes all beauty. Wedding dream on a helicopter. Above 30,000 ft. Now only a silent witness of my grief. People say, dream as high as possible. But why now, dreams are actually for me not sure?

If there were no restrictions. I will jump from a height. So I can pick up the prince. I met the idol. Establish eternal love in his Hannah. But faith and piety have fortified me. I can't betray my promise. Another stupid thing is despicable, if I end my life.

I had enough, but fate. This will never end. As hard as my tears, God's scenario won't wait. Life will go on, even though I struggle. I'm sure this will be the most beautiful scenario, in all the ways that have been made on the drama stage of each of His servants.

Red earth mounds, which are still wet. Tombstone, which reads the prince's beautiful name. Flowers with a distinctive smell, which increasingly pierced the recesses of the soul. Wrapped in grief, I lay my hands toward the almighty. With an umbrella of tears, I pray, so that he is calm there.

I still hold a letter. Put tears, which no longer count the fingers. I finally stopped thinking. Now all the truth is clear. He is the most formidable figure, among thousands of tough people. Thank you Irfan! Now I know all the reasons, why you never publish.

I kissed the headstone that was still soaked in morning dew. Perhaps, this will be a silent witness of goodbye tomorrow. I will return to Italy. Demand knowledge as high as high. At least, I can make Irfan proud, if women are not always weak.

Never mind ... it's time I wiped these tears. I don't want Irfan there to be distressed. I will always remember what he wants. I don't want, betrayal ends. I smiled. The smile that I made by throwing away all the worries, hoping that everything would end beautifully. Goodbye, Irfan Angga Yunanda!

Maybe, for you guys this is a sad ending. But to me, this is more beautiful than a melody. This is more beautiful than a poet's poem. Isn't this the beginning to miss ?. Establish a more impressive story. And having a love, which is even more amazing.

The sun began to be covered by clouds.
Gone was the light that was so charming.
I think it was still warm.
But so soon he returned to the stopover.
An unforgettable moment,
When he kisses.
Goodbye, idol!
We will meet later .

~End~