Merlinda (Ranging Back)
Not Everything has to be told

Mala's having a big dinner tonight.

Put a large dining table in a small garden behind his house, decorate it with lanterns and sweeten it with fresh flowers.

Tonight, the last night his first daughter and daughter-in-law were at home, before tomorrow morning, the pair would be heading to New York.

" What's wrong mom ? " tanya Bimo approached. Mala was standing glued in front of a wall filled with photo frames, and a few days ago, the picture frame was increased.

He rubbed his eyes quickly, as Bimo approached, then shook his head with a bland smile, "mother only realized, that time was passing so quickly Well", he said while looking back at a small photo of Elin, who was looking at her, the only photo he has. Then his gaze moved on the picture frame that was just displayed there. Elin's photo with her white kebaya on the wedding day, "have you been a good mother all this time Ya Yah?", she asked softly, with a small sigh.

" Of course Mom, you've been a great mom all along ", Bimo replied, touching his wife's shoulder, "he's such a beautiful and great kid, because of mom, Mom ", he said again, throwing a shady smile at the eyes that were now inundated with crystal circles.

Mala bowed her face, repeatedly rubbing her eyes, "it turned out like this, if the child would be taken away by her husband. Whereas in the past, when she went to school, Mom wasn't as sad as this Dad ", she said raucously. He no longer wanted to hide his sadness in front of Bimo, and Bimo was silent at that moment.

In fact, his heart was even more broken than his own wife's. It's just that he hid it very well.

Although there will be a small party later tonight, but the big house feels quieter than usual. Though some people continue to pass by to prepare for the event.

None of the homeowners showed themselves. Only Bimo, who occasionally checked into the backyard, while Mala, after being in front of dozens of picture frames on the walls of her house, chose to lock herself in her bedroom.

Elin, now sitting on her bed, looked at every corner of her private room and stared long enough at the gray-white clothes with colorful graffiti, as well as dozens of engraved signatures. His lips curled up at that moment, as he remembered the happy day, at the end of his day as a student of the Darmabangsa Foundation. And a few seconds later, the smile faded.

He remembered that day he was very happy, but also very sad. He hated it, when everything he went through would be a memory. And that day, is the beginning of the story Darmabangsa will be a memory.

Time passed by so quickly, but everything that happened, not the slightest bit could be forgotten.

All the memories slipped into his mind, when he realized, that tomorrow morning he was leaving. That tomorrow morning, she'll go as a wife who follows where her husband takes her. No longer an Elin who just went to school and the end he also realized was, that in New York actually, the story of his life began.

He rubbed his eyes. Staring at the gray white shirt hanging neatly in the glass cabinet, made her so emotional. All the memories about Darmabangsa did not stop-stop sneaking in his mind. Sometimes he smiles when he realizes how naughty they are, how rebellious they are as high school students, but even so everything is beautiful, very beautiful.

No more beautiful memories were created in his heart, than the memories of when he, Green and Amel became disciples at Darmabangsa.

And just then, his eyes glanced at the picture frame that was above the nightstand. Photos on their graduation day.

" O God, why did it pass so quickly ", he murmured with a sigh, yesterday he did not think, that today he would feel so sad. Returning to New York was the usual thing he did, he did not think that this time his mood would be much different. He realized that the house he was living in with his family today was no longer the place to go home. The real house is no longer this.

As a result of regret, because marrying a man from a country so far away appeared, but then he quickly tepis that feeling. This is his life path that is destined.

Because if you recall, five years ago, coming to New York was not his choice. The city became the umpteenth choice, after Paris. Never in his mind to come to the city, but it may be his destiny, after a year of thinking, finally his little heart determined that the city was the place to continue his school, pursue his ideals and his place to restart everything that has been destroyed. At that time he just wanted to leave. Going away temporarily from the place that made his heart tight, because it keeps remembering someone who will never return to his life, At that time, that was all he had in mind.

But what is not known, that it is not his desire, but God's desire.

The Great One has created a great destiny for him, and New York is where all that wonderful destiny is going to be.

Elin cried staggered to realize all that had passed, all the new things realized that it was so valuable. All memories are the most precious things in everyone's life, because memories are things that will not be able to return in the same circumstances. And that's what's left Elin devastated right now. Everything that happens can never come back. Everything will never be the same.

He moved open the drawer in the nightstand. Exactly, in the place where he kept many memories in his past. The rectangular-shaped place, filled with photographs. His eyes immediately water when he finds a piece of photo full of bitter memories, even though in it they laugh at each other. And that is one of the greatest memories that will never come back in his life.

He would not be so sad if the man was still alive, although he would not be together, but still see him alive it is much better, than looking at him in a picture frame.

And what he did not understand was that, even though he felt that the fate of the man's departure was very unfair, but that was the beginning of his own life's destiny. As he himself realized, that it would not be the same if the man still existed.

Sometimes, every human being always thinks that the one who leaves behaves unfairly to the one who leaves, always like that.

It is the one who leaves feeling unfair. The universe ended its life story for the sake of the beginning of the life story of others.

The living person will not know, how he pleads to come back alive, and there is nothing more painful than, I want to live.

His fingers still rubbed gently on the part of the man's face. Looking at him in a crowded manner, today his feelings were much different than usual he saw the man's face. At this moment, he realized that everything was already far behind, the man only really remained a memory. Sweeteners from his memories as a teenager, and memories from stories he will never forget in his lifetime, "Thank you Gery", he said hoarsely, "Thank you for yesterday's coming ", and at this moment, her tears were already rushing on her reddened cheeks.

He thought back to the night of his wedding. The man came, in the last place they had memories, and smiled towards him. It was only for a moment, but he was very grateful.

" Now I realize Gery, that the real pain of our separation is you, not me ".

" Sorry Gery. Sorry because I've been so selfish to be happy alone here.I'm sorry I.", he said faltered. In that moment his eyes again found an even more painful image. A picture that only has the two of them in it.

His tears are flowing more and more. The guilt in the man grew momentarily. He felt what he had gained in the world, so unfair to the man, "i'm sorry ", he repeated, holding the photo sheet in his chest.

After being satisfied crying, Elin took a box that was stored in one of the drawers, then took some photos filled by the man's face. It is arranged so neatly, and put in the box. Long he was stunned to see the picture of the man, sighing for a long time, before he finally closed the box, then the key with a small padlock that was already available.

He then moved from his seat by shaking the key. Walking towards the large window overlooking the garden, "i'm sorry Gerry, but I won't open it again" he muttered, throwing with all his might the key child into the clump.

" I'm sorry ", he said last time, before he returned to his place.

He put the crimson box into the bottom drawer sequence. Naive indeed, when he realized he still wanted to keep the photo sheet. But that's like a memory. You'll never be able to throw it away. You just need to keep it in the best place, without having to reopen it. Because that's how a memory should be.

" Hey ", say hello to Daniel from behind the door. Elin rubbed his eyes quickly, though he knew, his reddened eyes would still be visible to the man, "Hey ", he smiled back, and drew closer to the man, "have you come home yet ? ", he said again, waving a kiss on Daniel's lips.

Daniel nodded, but his eyes did not stop looking at his wife's eyes, "are you okay, Honey ? ", he asked and Elin smiled, though it looked very bland.

" I just found the pictures first. Photo by Green and Amel. I was saddened to realize that everything was passing so quickly" he explained, returning to the photo he had just taken out of the drawer. Actually at that time she felt guilty for lying to her husband, "excuse me dear", he said slammed, staring at the face that now smiled shady at her.

The man did not speak, he just approached and gently rubbed the tip of his head, "you can carry all this dear" he said. Elin turned her head quickly, "you can make these memories in a binder" he said. Elin's eyes sparkled at the suggestion, "yes you're right. I'll stick all these photos in the binder ", he agreed, "later I'll tell one by one the memories of this photo to our son.

Daniel smiled, "memories of your mischief, you mean ", he said as he ruffled Elin's hair. And he laughed, "but the memories of that time are interesting to tell me dear ".

" Are you really that interesting ? " diel said seductively, touching her waist, and Elin wriggled with amusement, "of course", he said.

" Are you also going to tell us the story of our meeting with our son later ? ",A,

" Certainly ", he said once again, "I will tell him all my life stories ", he continued out loud, then he fell silent, "no, not everything" he said again, with a tone so slow, even so slow that Daniel could not hear it. His breath was stifled at that moment, with eyes looking back at the bottom of the drawer, "not everything should be told", he murmured tightly, and the crystal chirp reappeared in his eyes.