Pain(Tings)
Prologues

The girl who was wearing all black clothes, was stirred up in grief. Her cries never stopped for a second, as she had seen her loved ones already united with the land. His voice was stifled from whining about something that was impossible to return to. People around him, also feel sorry to see the suffering experienced by the girl.

Even in this 37th minute, the girl was reluctant to stop her crying. He did not care about his clothes that were dirty because they were exposed to a mixture of soil and water. The tightness in his chest cavity is gaping wide. Drops of tears, it was difficult for him to prevent it from sliding smoothly on his face that had been swollen. His heart was deeply scratched, with clenched hands, grasping the ground that became the final resting place.

"Ke .. kna .. why ... God, jah ... evil ...," he stammered.

His net looked softly at the tombstone that was stuck on the ground. The dust that was blown by the wind on the tombstone. "Ba ... how ... where, se .. coral ...."

If time could turn back, this regret, he would definitely not get. Ah, if only...

His body sagged, drooping limp, because he no longer had the strength to just get up from sitting down. Even he felt his eyes were too tired to hold him back to stay awake.

Let me come, ask the girl softly.

Along with the baskara that began to slip in the place of the dispute, the orange sky began to look beautiful and accompany the man who stood not far from the grieving girl, he watched the movements of the girl from a distance. The sense of compassion, pain, grief immediately made him distraught to sort out the right feelings in the girl who almost lost her consciousness. His steps seemed rushed, approaching the girl he noticed from a distance.

"Are you okay?" his question is full of anxiety.

"Hold on!" the man shouted anxiously.

He was antipathy with all the worst possibilities that could have happened to the girl who was already in his arms. His legs he stepped out cautiously, afraid to make him and his girl fall instantly. The pain stemming from his legs - he had just recovered from the surgery - forced him to continue to focus on stepping on a parked car not far from the TPU.

He laid the girl down in the driver's side seat, gave her a thick blanket to cover part of the girl's cold body. With his hands and feet still shaking, he tried to normalize his heart rhythm again. Every now and then he glanced at the girl beside him, deathly pale. His facial ripples grew increasingly turbid due to the domineering tightness. He tried to focus on the speed of the car he was running.

His hands frequently rubbed the cold palms of the girl who was still unconscious. His heart hurt to see him.

"If you can't hold on to them, try to hold on for yourself! For me too!"

Almost he growls frustrated because the city streets are jammed, even though he does not live in a big city, congestion is still a barrier to all activities. But also sometimes, it becomes a blessing for some people who live their work in the midst of the existing congestion.

The soft voice coming from the side, made him turn his head quickly. "Go ...!"

Only a piece of that word turned out to be successful in making him mute.