I picked up my backpack that contained only a few clothes. Lift the night bus that will take me to the village where I was born. Yes, my hometown. I want to go home for a while, running away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Trying to find peace by sitting a few hours alone in the silence of the night bus. Incidentally the bench next to me is empty, so it seems my meditation this time will run smoothly.
A few minutes later the bus walked slowly, down a seemingly less crowded terminal exit. Indeed at this hour most of the inhabitants of the city are enjoying their rest by sleeping soundly accompanied by a warm blanket covering the body.
I open the phone that I've been killing. There was a message there, a message that I did not want to read but was already open.
"Nayla where are you now? I was from your boardinghouse but you did not exist. I hope you are alright. I Love you "
That's a message from Raka. The message that the umpteenth time he sent but I never replied. Indeed for the past few days I tried to get away from him. Stay away from the love I had hoped for and now no longer want.

The night gets thicker. The full moon over there dimmed as more clouds covered his face. Maybe it'll rain soon. The air in the bus was getting colder as cold as my almost frozen heart. Frozen because of love that has scratched the wound.
Still remembered clearly in my memory when Raka for the first time expressed love to me. At that time he sounded so sincere that my heart was crushed. From then on the day we spent lovingly. Nothing strange about his attitude. She behaved like a man who loves her lover. Although not so romantic, but Raka man who is very considerate. Until it does not feel our relationship has been running for seven years. And we both plan to get married.
After we convey our holy intentions to our respective parents, Raka and I finally got engaged. Slowly we started preparing for the wedding. Although the date and day have not been determined but little by little we have started saving. Everything seemed to be going well, until it finally happened. The event that destroyed all the plans. It never occurred to me that this would happen to me.
I tried to think what was wrong with me. What is less than me until Raka share his love with another woman who is none other than my own cousin. Is this world really crazy right?
It happened a week ago. When I heard that Raka was ill, I tried to be kind enough to visit him. I brought him his favorite chicken and orange pulp. I went to his boarding house not so far from where I work. When I got to the boarding house I was surprised to see a woman come out of her room. I'm even more surprised to know that the woman is Siska, my cousin. I do not know exactly what they have done inside. But by looking at the guilty faces of both of them when I found out I was there, I thought everything was clear. Something went awry. I immediately left without a word spoken from my mouth.
It felt as if the heart was remembering it. I can not feel the small river from my two eyeballs flowing without being able to stop me.
I looked out the window, it seemed that the rain had started to fall. Beginning with small spots. Then followed by larger water granules.
Exhale deeply, trying to remove the tightness that oppress the chest. From then on I decided to remove Raka from my life. It is not easy, especially Raka always try to explain and ceaselessly begging to maintain our relationship. But why should I keep a man who can not be faithful. Even though I've forgiven him but my heart is too sick to take it back. The love that I cultivated for seven years had to disappear and was covered with wounds and pain.
My phone rang again, Raka called me. I did not pick up the phone from her. Shortly thereafter an incoming sms.
"Honey, where are you? Have you been disappearing for 3 days now? "
For the first time in three days I wrote a message from Raka
"Please do not contact me again"
He quickly responded.
"I know I'm wrong, I'm sorry. Please do not leave me. I really love you. I can not get away from you. Please lift my telfon "
Then Raka called again. Immediately I kurnikan return my phone and I kept the meeting in the backpack.
I can no longer open my heart to her. With tears in my tears I prayed silently.
"My Lord is the Just, my Lord the Seer. You know exactly the pain I feel. I beg you to heal my pain. And give the best for me "
Immediately I wiped my tears.
The rain out there has already subsided. The overcast was slowly disappearing. The morning shy morning began to show his face. The terminal is near, I have to get ready.
The morning air was so fresh when I got off the bus. I looked around the crowd looking so excited. I also have to be as excited as they are. Here from today. After my solitude in the night bus, I will forget my past. I have to get the spirit to start a new life. Happy life. I will wipe away all tears because of Raka. Because the one who made me cry is the one who is not worthy of credits.