Death Rubber Gum..

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Death is a sure thing. Death is a door so everyone who wants to go to a house must pass it "said a cleric in the mirror. "But the way to die or the cause of death varies" proceeding.

Father also once told me about the angel of death, the angel who took the life of every creature in this world. His duty only takes the lives of every creature, even the fall of a leaf is his responsibility.
"Means that if portrayed in the form of a face, the angel of death is more frightening than wild animals. More frightening than crocodiles. Because the crocodile is the animal I fear most, just imagine it I'm afraid, what else saw it "I thought when my father gave the picture of the angel of death while looking at the balloon lights that are nearing his end.
"Maybe the angel of death will also pick her up" Continue my thoughts on the light bulb.

"Dad, but why if anyone dies, We'll say, he died of illness. We do not say because of the angel of death? "I asked the father with a frown on my face.
"Once, the death angel meets God, he asks for a request to make it easier to carry on his heavy duty."
"What is a father ??" I wondered curiously.
"The angel of death wants, to take life with the cause. So that the creature will not curse me if any of his family dies. Maybe in Simple language we will curse him, the damn death angel "



Fuada is the woman who became my first love, more cool is also called the love of monkeys. When we were in the 5th grade. He is a city boy who moved to my village. He left the city to the village because nobody else took care of his sickly grandmother in the village.
His name is also a city boy, we became curious made. Every student who comes from the city looks more advanced than our children's village. In addition, often they bring new things and are introduced to us. In the village it is not like in town. Even the television, there are only three in this village; belonging to the village pack, the principal's master and the madi master's pack in our village.

Ahmad is also a child moved from the city since grade 3 elementary school. He introduced us to the game of robots; power rangers, batman, pokemon and others. He is also very clever in his lessons, his name is also a city boy with more facilities than us. While we were the village boy, when the school bell rang, We only played hide and seek, dende unyil, foreign-stranger. Games that cost nothing. It's natural to buy a school uniform we just do not have.
Likewise Fuada city girl introduced me with chewing gum. Sweets that are exhausted sweet, sepah discarded. It's unique to me, a candy that's just chewed to fatigue, occasionally making it in the form of balloons issued from the mouth, or making interesting eruptions for my age child.

Usually, Fuada asks for gum delivery from his parents in town and distributes it to us. In the end the stalls in the village sell chewing gum because the demand is very much. In all circles even grandmothers who do not have strong teeth menggandrungi chewing gum.

Chewing gum becomes my love liaison and Fuada. However, it was also the cause of my break with him. Unfortunately, Fuada did not live long. If only the angel of death did not quickly pick her up, maybe she has become my wife.

When I was in the second grade of junior high school, I was revealing my feelings for her. I think he loves me too, but his name is also junior high school, shy feeling is very high, let alone the issue of love, like a cat who was embarrassed to be offered fish but his instinct is eager to devour up to his bones.

I wrote letters containing my feelings for her. About how my company has been, trying to accommodate my heart. But this love grows more and more day so that no longer fit to be accommodated by one heart then it takes another heart to keep it to keep him alive. Now I pour a bit of my heart through a pen in a letter. Wish he also felt the same with me.

I sent a letter in the envelope, glued to chewing gum. I put it on Fuada's desk drawer. So when he gets to school he can read it. I hope so.

After waiting for two days, Fuada did not reply to the letter, he came straight to me at recess. I was sitting alone under the mango tree. This mango tree is my confidant friend. It was as if I and this mango tree had a new Language that only me and he understood. Sometimes he gives me inspiration and answers through the friction of leaves, occasionally he gives me freshness with shade like an umbrella.

"You're Coward !! How dare Only by mail. Why just now, I've long waited for that said "said Fuada, opening the conversation.
"Ma ... I'm sorry I Fuada, I do not have any courage" with stammering kubalas Fuada speech.

Six months passed, I lived this life of love with solemnity. Like Qais who was made crazy by Lailah in the popular story of Lailah majnun. As if this world belongs to the two of us the other just leased. Almost every time I spent together. In each prayer I mentioned his name.



Like destiny, love is not as straightforward as dreams. There is always a broken road that we must pass. That's what happened in my love story with Fuada who culminated in death. Though it's just a trivial thing.

"For dong candy" pleaded Fuada to me
"Ngak ah ... if you want, buy yourself dong !!" I replied jokingly.

With a little baper, Fuada left me under a mango tree where I always get rid of my tiredness. He heads to the shop to buy gum. But what happened, The truckcar, the merchant who was sent to the city ran Fuada's tiny body, to the ground.

I do not want to remember that anymore. I feel it's all my fault. If I had not done that to her, nothing would have happened. It's because of that damn gum. Since then I hate chewing gum.