my novel: Prairie Songs (chapter - 12)

Prairie Songs

my novel

Chapter 12

"When we celebrate our marriage in the hall ya mas".

"Hall? So would a merrier?".

"Yahhh ... do we have to invite all our friends".

"Ah, but I do not comfortable if formally".

"Why do not we make it a garden party?."

"Well, be well!. It we can talk casually with our friends. "

voice at the other end there is no longer heard. Only the soft breath sounds are heard. Nia was always excited when talk about things that are fun and then fall asleep, her voice is always worth the the fiery when she was raging.

I hung up the phone that spend the hiss. Turned my gaze to the screen. Stared at a script that is not also completed.

I better stop writing. I need to straighten the waist and rest.

Night has been changed in the morning, I lay my body on top of a thin mattress. For a moment, took a deep breath and pray.

Hopefully our hope not just a dream ...

***

in solitude,
from the darkness,
from the bottom of loneliness

The monitor is still showing the end of your e-mail read. John was silent in his chair, his mind drifted to the news on television about the conditions in the Gaza Strip last couple of days ago.

He really did not understand, how could little kids armed with slingshots and stones on the brave against soldier who has powerful and deadly weapons, how can the young men could wrap a bomb on his body and gave their lives in suicide bombing.

What kind of religion that can give birth to sane people like it?.

my novel: Prairie Songs (chapter - 11)

Prairie Songs
my novel
Chapter 11

New York's sunny today, but for him it still all looks bleak. Car he was driving very slowly like a creep. As he glanced to the left to the Ground Zerro he quickly looked away, trying to shake the feeling horrified when the twin towers fell.

Like hell, the car he was driving across Church Street with a very fast, trying to escape from the shadows. A moment later he swerved to the right, entering the dense Warren Street.

in solitude,
from the darkness,
from the bottom of loneliness

Ciiiiittttttttttttt.

Friction of tires on asphalt-wrenching noise as John suddenly foot down the brakes.

“Shit!”

“Aishaaa…!” One man screamed. He threw away the clothes he was holding and ran toward the street. With great fear hugged tightly and kissed a little girl who was still standing stiffly in front of John's car.

The drivers stuck their head find out what happened. With a nod to John, the man was immediately brought to the little girl was carrying at his wife who stood waiting with a face as white as cotton.

Angrily John opened the door, got out of his car. When the door slammed her gaze hit a rubber ball stuck to the front wheel of his car. He picked up the ball and then with the remnants of his anger he crossed to the right side of the road.

has just opened his mouth to explode, melt the tears in the girl face stopped him.

"Next time be careful to keep your daughter". John gave a rubber ball in his hand to the bearded man in front of him.

"Yes, sir. Thank you! ", The man nodded, feeling so guilty.

John turned back into his car, glanced at the young woman dressed completely closed and the little girl who is now in her arms. The little girl was sobbing as she hugged her mother tightly.

For a moment John drive eyes to the top of the building, to a large white text.

MASJID MANHATTAN

Masjid? Ahh… Moslem again!

John runs back his car, leaving a husband and wife who continue to soothe her with a foreign language, Malay.

Entering Broadway John remembered with some attacks against the community and the symbols of Islam in America and Erofa post-twin towers collapse. One thing that to this day he still can not understand, some surveys show that the number of new adherents of that religion would continue to increase significantly.

***

waiting a liver lover

I kept staring at the ship which was moored at the dock.
kept waiting for a liver lover willing to wade through the ocean with me.

my novel: Prairie Songs (chapter - 10)

Prairie Songs

my novel

chapter Ten

St.Mary cemetery is so quiet these days. John walked slowly between the rows of tombs are seen lined up neatly. He briefly glanced to the left of the tombs of his right, watching the petals of dried flowers scattered on it.

Hhh ... wilted like a lost soul!

In front of a tomb for a moment he stood before dropping to his knees. Wilted bunch of flowers that last week he put the replacement with a new and fresh smelling.

Slowly his fingers touched Karen's name carved on it, trying to recall the patches of her lover's face. Her face was bowed, lost in memories, lost in prayer.

Forgive me, dear ...

***

Evening breeze fanned my body that is not dressed. gusts of wind that had a little loosened my chest feels really tight. Today we had a big fight again.

Actually I'm getting tired with all these question. Problems like never ending. I wanted to leave all this, but somehow I was never able to do so. Somehow I feel desperate, but always a sense that I do not know for sure. Feelings of love or just a pity?. I feel like holding an egg that is so easily cracked.

I glanced around through the gloom, the lights flickered in the distance.

One in the morning. I have to go back to the room. I need a shower to be able to write again.

***

in solitude,
from the darkness,
from the bottom of loneliness

"Hi! John. I almost did not known you ".

Without comments John sat up, facing Mike who smiled at him, Mike reached for a cigarette and then threw the box to John.

"You look tidy today, do you have an appointment with someone?"
"Yes. I just got out of the cemetery. "John replied as he rolled a cigarette between his fingers.

Mike still pay attention to John before he said cautiously, "You'd better forget about Karen ....". "Oh, sorry!. Do not misunderstand. I mean ... it’s time to set up your life back, right?. You're like a zombie all!. Do not blame yourself! ", Mike quickly corrected his words when he saw John glared.

"What news?, What about the damned publishers?", John asked as he leaned his head back. Smoke billowing from his mouth, forming small dots and then disappeared.
"They kept asking about you .."
"What did you say to them?"

"Well, I say you still need time. Luckily they can understand. Oh yes, John ... Yesterday I checked out the site fans_mu. Do you remember that young people from Indonesia? "
"Bisma?"
"Yes, Bisma. He sent a message for you. "
"What did he say?"

"Thank you and the joy of meeting time."
"You keep his email address?"
"Looks like you're paying attention to the young man, there is a need you to tell me?", Mike asked probing.

"There's no nothing. I just think maybe we can exchange information. Who knows could be an idea to write. "
"Great!, I'm glad to hear it!. Hopefully your new stuff could be realized! "

John was silent, not quite sure what it could have used his brain to think and write anymore.
"Oh yes ... Why do not you go home later? We eat dinner together. Jane would be happy
How's your wife's? ", Said John. He remembers that Karen and Jane are quite familiar.
"She was fine. Now pregnant with our second child. She often asked about you, John. "
"Give her my best, sometime I'll come."
"Good!. I'm glad to hear it. Time for you to have fun, mate!."

John just stand aside when Mike was so excited. Smoke billowing from his lips, again.

Baby?, Karen had always refused to have children, careers reason of course.

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my novel: Prairie Songs (chapter - 9)

Prairie Songs

my novel

chapter Nine

He still stood facing the mirror, rests on the edge of the sink. The sound of water that dripping from the tap does not seem to hear. He was silent, looking at the hollow face which is reflected in front of him, trying to recognize it.

Mustache and beard grow  tousled. His hair that actually black looks so dull, unkempt beyond the shoulder. Some wrinkles printed on his forehead. It was so hollowed eyes, no life there!, so deep and empty, like a zombie eyes but more emptiness and solitude hinted!.

His hands moved to open the glass box hanging on the left side of the mirror. His gaze were on a razor, there was still some foam and fine hair that sticking to the blade. With hesitation he grabbed the razor and put it on the top lip then he fell silent again. He is still looking for what he do that.

The razor move slowly. Yes, very slowly without a rhythm, without soul. Again and again he washed his face, trying to rid of all the grief and pain that is not go away.

It's finished, now the face looks clean, but still lifeless. Wiping his face with a towel, he walked to the sofa and sat there. He tried to set the pillows are scattered, used sleep last night, even he did not know what for.

in solitude,
from the darkness,
from the bottom of loneliness

he grabbed the remote control that lying on a table in a stack of packs of cigarettes, nutshell and few of beer cans. A romantic drama show appeared on the screen once the remote is pressed.

His left hand scratch waste that is stack on the table, trying to find a a cigarette for smoked. Mad did not find what he need, with a rough his thumb pressed the remote with a snort.

Now a reporter reported that there has been a bomb blast that rocked a hotel in Jakarta this morning, the JW Marriot. The news continues with the analysis of one media that was launched in Singapore, it is suspected that blasting carried out by a terrorist organization called Jemaah Islamiyah.

crazy!. What exactly are entrenched in their's brains?. WTC, Bali, Marriot. After this then what else!

He really could not understand how the intelligence could be so stupid. How could someone could do all that?. Why they can kill other people?. Why does God let people like that take the life of his wife!.

John shook his head while continuing to babbling. now he was really angry. His hands were raised to throw the remote in his hand, destroying television in front of him. But the fuck of Mike's face, novel, and Karen stopped him.

John took a deep breath then blow slowly. He stepped into the bedroom, to the computer there. His eyes became swollen watching dust-covered computer.

With all the feelings he rubbed and blew it again and again. Dust that scattered forced him to close his eyes.

With a shudder he pushed the power button. Within seconds thousands of pixels of a needle gliding from wallpaper and straight stabbed into his gut. His heart stopped beating, his fingers stiff.

His spirit was sting, watched Karen that laughing so happily. Her hands open wide like the wings of angels. Beautiful golden hair waving the wind. At the picture, Karen looked very happy when John ran while holding her.

my novel: Prairie Songs (chapter - 8)

Prairie Songs

my novel

Chapter eight

Mike stood up from his chair when he saw John appeared at the door of the cafe. He immediately waved his hand, motioning for John came to his desk.
"Hi, John! How are you? "
"Yacchh ... as you see". John said quietly and then sat down across from Mike.

"You look thin and pale," Mike said, as if concerned.
"What would you like?"

John did not answer, he was more interested in the objects on the table. Pack of cigarettes lying on top of a newspaper that is still folded neatly, a cup of cappuccino with a little granule, and a plate containing several layers of bread.

"Thank you for coming. There's something I want to talk ".
John still did not answer.
"John ... You can not go on like this!. If you on like this ... You're not only hurting yourself but also unknowingly hurt Karen. "

"What do you know about Karen!", Said John bitterly.
"I'm sorry, John. I knew she was so mean to you. But did you forget? Is not Karen who makes being a writer?. "

Mike took a deep breath before continuing his speech, "Look at you now!. You waste her efforts, you even forget thyself. Do you want to make her upset? Do you think she would be happy if see you like this now? ".

in solitude,
from the darkness,
from the bottom of loneliness ...

John was silent contain his feelings. Actually he was very annoyed but this time he could not deny what Mike just said. Diverted his eyes, watching some of the posters displayed on the walls of the cafe. For a moment he scanned the faces of the cafe that afternoon. His eyes stopped to the young man who had been continued attention to him.

Aware that he was concerned, the young man stood from his chair and walked toward a table occupied by John and Mike.
"Sorry, you are John Quin, right?"

John were watching before answering, "Yeah, right. What do I know you?. What can I Help? ".
"My guess was not wrong. Sorry sir, actually since before I wanted to come to you, but I doubt it. That was the sight of you, my memory immediately drawn to the photo on the back cover of a novel I have ever read. What should I ask for your signature? ".

John was silent for a moment before nodding in agreement.
Happily handed the young man a pen and a small book.
"Bisma... My name's Bisma." The young man quickly replied see John stopped writing and looked at him.
"Bisma?"
"Yes, sir. Bisma. "

"It appears you are not a resident here Mr. Bhishma. Asia? "
"Yes sir. Indonesia. "
"Indonesia ...? Bali? "
"No, sir. Jogja! "

John nodded slowly. Well, I'll give you my signature, sir Bhishma."
He soon wrote a brief words in the book in his hand:

To Mr. Bisma, a friend from Indonesia.
-John Quin-

"What made you come to America, Mr. Bisma?", John asked as he handed back the pen and the book has been signed.
"Oh, I am here to attend a conference. I invited a foundation as one of the speakers at the conference. "

"Wow!, Apparently you are not ordinary people."
"Maybe next time we could talk Mr. Bisma."
"With pleasure, sir. Thank you for your signature. How nice to meet you!. Excuse me ".

the young man happily greeted John and Mike then returned to his desk.

Mike patted John's shoulder after he was gone. "You see John!. Even readers of your stuff to overseas! "

John did not answer, his mind would drift away. Indonesia?, Bali?. He remembered Karen ever talk about her desire for a vacation there, enjoy the exotic island that quite famous. John back down to remember it all.

Meanwhile, the television screen on the corner of cafe displays a breaking news. An Australian official, with great emotion criticized the Indonesian government that considered to be slow in resolving cases of the Bali bombings that have took the lives some of their citizens.

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SAGA

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my novel: Prairie Songs (chapter - 7)

Prairie Songs

my novel

Chapter Seven

"The day after tomorrow I'm off to Pekanbaru".
"What has been sure that decision?. It’s far, you know?, and said the high cost of living there. "
"Maybe it should be like this. I can not be like this. "
"What about the novel".

"It can be done there. The important thing is I have a steady job. So then if your mother asked you not confuse to answer. "

in solitude,
from the darkness,
from the bottom of loneliness ...  picture: from nationalgeographic

 

Nia just quiet my answer. She has long argued each time her mother asked about my job. Yes, I'm just a poor man rich in idealism. While Nia comes from a family of entrepreneurs. I do not know whether the argument always did among us is due to Nia has always obeyed his will, or because my idealism that never satisfied. I do not know, obviously I'm very love her.

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