In the crowd of people who are avoiding the hot sun, as usual, Ratih always comes on time to buy a local weekly magazine, with cheerful eyes she walks excitedly to a newsstand not far from her house, occasionally she also gives change. for the little ones who while plucking hope from the pockets of caring humans.
For three years she has been trapped by dreams and memories, every day she only reads local magazines to read short stories and poems that are created, but it is not the content of stories or poetry that she is actually looking for but a name that means a lot to him, not forgetting also Ratih making a cup of tea. warm to accompany her to read, but unfortunately the tea did not feel cold without her drinking a sip and then she threw away, that's the weekly ritual every morning, the mother is tired of reminding her, like a pen that keeps writing until the ink dries, implied but not meaning, so that the mother prefers to look after the shop they have rather than having to watch the child's beloved child, but still reminds Ratih not to forget to eat like a toddler because of the peak of the parents' frustration towards their child.
When she finishes reading all the stories then she returns to a corner of the room where there is a window in she's room, pensive while waiting for hope, not even flinching, looking at a small garden next to she's house full of flowers cared for by she's mother and her, counting How many butterflies perch on the sunflower, watch them cheerfully fall apart in each plant they land, and listen to the sounds of other animals that may be singing together in the environment occupied by them, so there is no difference in their activities from week to week, was not even a single word came out of she's mouth which was full of longing that she hoped for, three years already she's lover promised that he would marry her but left and did not give back with a piece of single news, a lover whom she loved so much, a lover who would give her an answer to meaning and secrets about life, immense who used to give smiles and jokes that warm the soul.
In front of the roadside of she's house, Ratih used to spend twilight waiting for the night with she's lover whom she loved so much when she was still wearing a school uniform before she had a love affair with she's the lover who had dreams of being able to read together while enjoying a cup of verse tea. the poets of the famous poets he admired, sh's lover so adored the poets as if they were like a king who was ruling with wisdom in life, she's lover also often gave her a message so that she never forgot to bring coins every time she went, so that they could be distributed to her. those who were raising their hands and getting ready to catch the falling sun, a cup of tea, and poetry that will always accompany jokes and laughter in every meeting of the two of them.
Not because her lover has stolen her heart and soul, but she is unable to forget, but because her lover has stolen everything she has, she is the first man she has given space in her heart and it is her lover who has stolen everything. the feeling that he has will always remember the days that have been passed by full of poetry, the cup of tea that she always makes when she's lover visiting her house and becomes evidence for she's lover about she's a readiness to become a wife. But unfortunately, all that has been lost, all the poetry that always dances cheerfully in she's memory left without leaving a single word left, a week before his lover left there was only a hope that was conveyed, where she would juxtapose her various short stories in the weekly magazine with the short stories of the lover's poets.
There is nothing more than Ratih can remember except for a hope that is so sincere from her lover's heart, in the days of waiting that continue to pass and that will come she will never tire of looking for her lover's name in the weekly magazine she always buys.
And until one morning, whereas usual she bought a weekly magazine to find the pen name of she's lover, accompanied by a cup of hot tea, and she continued to read the stories anxiously, as well as various series of words in the poetry in the magazine, but accidentally her eyes saw a vague black and white photo, and it seemed that she knew it very well, then she read a piece of news that was located under the photo, and written a captioned title, YOUNG POET WHO WERE GONE, Without realizing it, her tears spilled after reading the name of the young poet, it turned out that her old lover left her far away to go to another realm.
