ALKISAH: Prayer for the World [1001 Indonesian Fantasy Stories]
TALE: The Pomp Among the Clumps

In the past, Ms. Gaara often said, that every world always has its own magic. Only, a special way is needed to be able to see the miracle. A small dot. And yes, Ms. Gaara had made it to that point two years ago. And that point, is death.

Gaara's mother died of a heart attack.

“Now, Mom will go to sleep forever, son. Awesome, right? Sleep and will not wake up again. It sounds like a miracle. Oh, sleeping forever is a miracle anyway.”

Yes, it always takes one moment, one incident, and one tragedy, for the human eye to be open to those wonders. That's the little dot that connects the lines of the past, present, and future that may have been cut off for a long time without you knowing.

“Yes. if you are grateful for life, then you will think of death as a miracle. Sounds simple, right? But it just sounds easy.”

“Mother don't go dong... “

“Ah! By the way, the miracle that means the most to Mom is still you, son. So just calm down. You are the number one miracle in my heart. Not your strength, but yours.”

Gaara remembered very well how he cried after hearing the words of the Mother. He did not understand at all the mannerisms of his late mother. Maybe he was joking at times like that. But, that was his nature, so Gaara could not blame him either.

The only one to blame was Gaara. In fact, he also had a miracle on his hands. He can realize everything he wants, as long as he has his foundation. And all he needed to do, was point at that “pondasi” with his index finger, and order him to manifest as he wished.

However, his powers could not prevent his mother's death. He had tried to cure his illness, or tried to increase his lifespan, or uttered various orders so that his mother could survive, but it did not work at all. Nothing happened. And on that day, he realized that his power did not work for humans.

“Ya...  “

On the silent green grass plains, Gaara stood alone in front of the only headstone stuck on the ground. On the stone that looks very simple, also engraved the name of the mother.

As far as the eye could see, there was almost nothing there, other than the green color of the grass and trees. Even so, it still looks so striking.

“Yes... I'll hold on. I just need to be grateful, right, Mom? After all, we are indeed given a chance every day, so I will not waste it. I will finish my education, find a job, get married, then live to the end, and prepare to welcome the last miracle with a smile.”

The young man in high school uniform, and the yellowish-blonde suddenly kneeled on one leg, while stroking the grass next to him with his right hand.

“Please give my mother a beautiful gift, okay?” His ink to the grass while putting a friendly smile on his lips.

“Dan... I will also find a point to connect my lifeline, which has long been cut off..”.

The grass started to create four pillars around the tombstone, as well as a roof on its top, to the point that it started to look like a cottage. After that, a fence of grass also started to form around him. And for the last touch, there are flowers that glide through the air with a gurgle, then decorate the work of the grass, and make things even more beautiful.

His strong wind slowly began to turn into a gentle breeze.

Gaara's blue eyes were shiny as he observed the gift for the Mother.

A hut of grass and flowers.

A beauty that becomes real because of the magic within her.

“Ya... passable.” Gaara Muttered. “But this is cool... “

Gaara asked his little heart, what if someone else saw the magical scene just now? For Gaara, such a sight was plain, considering he was the one who did it. He can do it whenever he wants.

But, if it was someone else, perhaps he would consider it a peerless miracle he had seen in his entire life.

Mother often said that each world has its own magic, but, the longer Gaara lived in this world, he began to realize, he began to realize, if there aren't many miracles left out there. In fact, even his classmates barely understood the intent of the miracle.

“What magic is it like?” That's what people say. The humans.

“Hmm... It seems like I really have to be diligent and grateful thanks to this power. Freaky...

However, Gaara's phone suddenly rang, signaling that his time had run out. He should return to school as soon as possible.

“Walah, really fast hours of rest.” Gaara immediately turned away from the cottage, and began to run away from his mother's grave. “Bye, Mom!”