MyFirstStory

A STAIRWAY TO SKY

By Mute Le

Dear brother,

That afternoon, I saw a rainbow and raindrops out there through my window. So graceful fell from the sky. Excite droplets to the earth. I amazed with the power of God who has created everything for human. There is so perfect harmony. It is wonderful of things. Sometimes I think how can, I do to convince myself of God's power to try to compare rain water with other kind of the water so different. How it happened, so many types that do not reach the brain. The kind that is different from one another. My heart was moved to see so deeply.
          Humans put consciousness to do what they wanted to unite the various kinds of thoughts that can make them which were happy. A clean soul sometimes shackled with an intriguing crowd out there. It really made your mind drift that trying something new with the expression.

Dear brother,

Memories of her did not easily to forget. Her name is Arkana. The first met, she looked friendly in her face whose beautiful girl. All of her that I can say when met her in Wonogiri.
          The clench of my hand filled of several sheets written rebound flowing symphony of Arkana’s life...

           I understood the meaning of loneliness. Not that I'm someone who is alone in this world, I even amid the hustle of the world. Sometimes thinking about what I was looking for. I was having a harmonious family. My friends who are always close to me. No one of them who made me feel so lonely physically. But do not know why? I felt all so empty Sight seven the sky covered; air breathing is so infiltrated into the soul. There in the air a vast expanse of beauty that is not measurable. As humans are reluctant to stop, always wanted, and wanted again, so infinite.The clouds move to follow the direction of the wind. They are simply a collection of images that adorned the universe. Slow wind made the cloud moved on and run off from parts. Sometimes carry away and tied it with another clouds.

              I'm nothing. But I'm proud of the people who were birth and take care of me. They not only lead me into the mouth of the ocean paddling this life with all that they have and their efforts. Notwithstanding, they are just the teacher. Falling tears for all. About friends, that day I found someone new. His name is Topan Wiguna. A style package with frequent short hair and he wore a brown shirt. His attitude makes me smile to myself. One time we talk about boring lessons, teachers made students sleepy because of speech without the art. He told how he cheated at the time of replication with pocketing folded paper in a secret pocket under his trousers. After the success of treatment, he walked out of class, without realizing he had not closed the zipper pocket. Get out the folds of the paper lies one meter, it was like a tapestry and his friends were laughing. Not only is nature friendly and funny made me quick to adapt with him. But we are like the music. Often had used as a song lyric poem. Playing seven basic tone and then I sang accompanied by a guitar. He's great. I'm proud to be his friend.

             End of high school seniors arrived. I was so frightened for him. I was not ready to suffer final exam. I was so afraid. My heart was pounding; I looked at the sky every night for a bit of reassuring my heart. Seven days before the exam, the day I passed the lane. Seeing a bunch of men stand on the roadside. They saw and interfered. Despite it was not unusual for me, but still felt embarrassed. I passed a grocery store. Clearly, from outside the various types of food that was open. Lined draw attention to the shape and color. Many people were selecting and handling foods without wrapping it, but not buying the food and so foods that were packed with plastic cover, a few people just saw without holding it. Until there came a man observed a moment and finally bought the food. By the day of the exam I had gone out with my friends, as well as with Hurricane. We concentrated to learn. At the time of graduation a minimum standard was raised. Turns out he can be serious, I was grateful for that.
            The day was approaching. My heart was beating like step back person who is running. I began to feel uncomfortable. I want to do that makes me relieve it. I wanted to do something but do not know how. Other feelings mixed infiltrate appeared soft in my heart. What is it? I'm very confused. Amid the anxiety and confusion did not faint I overheard some people talking outside the window next door neighbor's child; they said that She killed her boyfriend after being harassed. I remember her beautiful face. She was jaunty, fashionable and tends to sexy clothes. I was afraid to hear and try to forget it. Strange feelings arise again. I went back to concentrate busied themselves with textbooks. I want to achieve my dreams. I want to major in music education department.

                Final exam was over. I was moved and idly picked up a book about Islam in the hall cupboard and read it in my spare time because I did not have a book reading that I read .The book and the music are apart of me .Started reading books about the seven of names of the heaven and the hell, then followed books about seven major of sins that are difficult to derive forgiven God. Suddenly, I remembered the tragic events that befell my neighbor. Fur back of my neck tingled. The strange feeling so rush up. Thing infiltrate flowed in my heart. I can not express through words. My feeling was terrible, ascend of my mind. Its splendor move to do so, wanting to do that. I kept thinking to figure out an answer, nothing.

                The day of my vacation I went to the Karts World Museum is located near my house. I saw along the trail looks female and male pairs. Elsewhere a group of men and one woman was laughing joking. They embrace and treat her like a man. Not polite and respect that should be accepted by women. I started too tired to walk and sit shelter. I was not alone, around my side had sit a women .Her face is not pretty too, but elegant sight for a sweet smile. He wore a purple veil and long dress wrapped around her who has small body .I notice and wondered if she did not feel hot wearing clothes like that. She just smiled and replied that the clothing and the veil to protect from the heat, her hand pointed to several young woman running with their hands above the head trying to cover their head at the end of Road. I can only laugh. The woman was gone and past the hordes of men hanging out on the side of the road. No one teased her. I started thinking about everything. Strange but wonderful feeling came again. I know what I should do.

             At one day, I had seen Topan at a crossroads. I was pleased to see him again. Long to see. He was surprised, saw my mien so different. He said I did not deserve to wear. I started to explain about it, but he became angry and said it was just balloon juice. He passed and left my heart so much misery. We never meet again.

    I'm with my life. I have become a music teacher in senior high school. I exceed before. I'm happy. One day I heard the news that the Topan had been married but eventually divorced. I’m so sad to hear that…

That last sentence which had written when a meeting at my first concert, she said” Keina, this is for you”. I do not know why, usually he gave me her lyrics of song that I will sing... She had said there is something that moves his heart to give it. Arkana’s diary occupy on my cold hands.

Dear brother,

The rain drizzling down...

At the cemetery that is still wet I was sitting beside her. She’s gone. Doctors could not explain the reason for his death because he was not hurt at all since the accident and the smile on her face accompanied the last breath. I hugged the white her diary, the tears dripping. The warm hands embrace my shoulder. I looked and saw you sat near me. My brother's Topan.On the way, back to home, from one of Islam radio station I was listening her last song...

Can You see

Everything I can do

A thousand times for You

How much I need You...

  sight the rainbow in the sky...

Dear brother,

Forgive me for all…

                                                                            Your little girl,      

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   KEINA