Sunday, August 23, 2009

I Would Jump Off the Balcony


Angie is sitting alone on her bed.
Her face looks terible.
Her eyes were swollen from weeping.

"Bunda, bunda!", his 6 years old baby boy, Juna, calls her.
Juna enters Angie's bedroom and sees her mother's face.
"Bunda, what happened?", Juna walks towards her mother.
"No, honey. It's okay", says Angie. She keeps it secretly.
"Are you sure?", asks Juna and Angie nods her head.
"Bunda, look! I drew a picture", says Juna and he shows Angie her drawing.
"Oh that's good! Very good! I dont know you can draw that good", says Angie.
Juna smiles. The cutest smile that Angie ever saw.
"Let me explain", says Juna. "This is our house", he shows Angie a red house in the picture.
"And this is Nunu", he shows Angie a grey dog... Nunu is their pet, a husky!
It looks like cat to me, thinks Angie.
"And this is daddy's car", Juna shows Angie a green car.
Daddy's car.

Angie starts to cry in silence and Juna recognizes her.
"Bunda what happened?", Juna strokes Angie's hair softly.
"No... It's okay, honey...", Angie tries to smile but she knows, it's the ugliest smile.
"Daddy did this to you", Juna makes Angie's heart bleeding.
"No, dont blame him...", says Angie.
"Where is she now, Bunda?", Juna starts to cry.
"No, dont cry, honey! He had something to do, he's busy with his works. He'll come home", but the truth is, Angie didn't know when.
"I miss him, Bunda. Like you do", and Juna falls into her mother's chest and hugs her.
"Dont worry, dear. He'll come home", says Angie.

Juna and Angie are crying together, hugging each other.
Angie hopes that her husband will come home.
Angie hopes that her husband will hug her son, Juna cries for him.
Angie hopes....
That her family will back to perfect, again.

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