Hey guys... long time no see. Very long indeed...

My last national exam is over and I got free time after that. Though I have to use that free time to study to pass the college test. But never mind... I'm still here, and writing this story.

Before we begin I want to thank Lukhas TheSpixMacaw for another fav and foll.

A little warning... 'This chapter is quite long.' Happy reading...


Mimi's POV

"Glu...!"

I who shouted in this hospital hallway three years ago, probably never thought this would happen. On the same day when Helen's funeral was held, it happened... a tragedy that would change his life...

As I thought... when I arrived in his room, he was sitting on the patient's bed facing the window, staring at the night sky under the moonlight. But... his gaze was blank at the time... as if he was harboring guilt for the little girl...

"Glu..." I called him.

Blu then turned to look at me still with that blank stare. He didn't respond to anything until I approached him...

"Mimi..." he said, shortly after I sat in front of him.

"Hi, how are you?" I asked, smiling at him.

"As usual..." he replied, replying to my smile, "But somehow I feel like something inside me is missing..." the continuation of his words made what I imagined, the worst part, begin to come true...

"What do you mean?" I asked again ...

"Well... like... why am I in the hospital?"

Then...

"Short-Term Memory Loss?!" I shouted with surprise when the doctor who examined Glu's condition had finished explaining his condition.

I who sat facing the bird in white suit could not resist this truth. Seeing him must accept all this suffering, even after the death of his mother... I have no idea what to do...

"Yes..." the white-clothed bird nodded, then explained the cause of his memory loss,"He can not remember the incident that happened a few days ago. The causes vary, can be caused by a hard impact on the cranium, or if we look at the case that happened to him... the cause of his memory loss may be caused by a very heavy shock."

I began to understand what the doctor said...

"He suffered a great shock when he saved this girl. Unfortunately, the rescue action did not go smoothly. And this great shock came after he saw a lot of blood..." the doctor continued.

"I see..." I said, "But what about the girl?"

As I expected, the cause was blood...

Glu's rescue ended tragically and fatally. Even when medical assistance arrived, they could only find Glu with the girl who lay unconscious in a pool of blood, 'Damn... I wish I had been there at that time.' I told myself feeling very sorry.

"Do not worry..." the doctor smiled, "She survived after receiving enough blood transfusion from her parents."

I breathe a sigh of relief... I am so grateful that there's still a gap for him to exhale his breath even at times like this. Though there's still one thing that is worrying me...

"Then what should I do, doc?" I asked seriously, "Should I help him to recover his memories?"

"I think personally... you better not." the doctor answered, frankly, "You also don't want your niece to remember that terrible tragedy, do you?"

"Right..." I nodded.

"I think we just leave it as it is. And hope that his bitter memories will never come back."

Those were the last words I heard from the doctor. Advice not to make his bitter memories come back. To me... that decision was between selfishness and altruism. Glu lost something in him, and his mental condition was weakening.

"I... understand..." I replied, obeying. Get up from my seat, saying good night and thank you to the doctor...

Then...

"It's already late, you better get some sleep and recover your condition."

A few hours passed... after completing my business with the hospital, Glu was allowed to go home after confirming that his physical condition was fine...

I opened the door of his house... the sound of the door opening echoed in his quiet house, "Come on. It feels cold outside, "I told Glu who was standing next to me.

Glu just nodded... then stepped into the house...

"You better go home now, Mimi..." Glu suddenly told me something with his smiling face.

"Huh?! What are you thinking?! You just returned home from hospital." I replied, rather scolding him.

Blu, who still smiled, replied calmly, "Don't worry about me. Like the doctor said... my wound isn't too severe, after all that small branch won't be able to defeat me."

"But you fainted, didn't you?" I argued, doubting his statement.

"Well... it can't be helped, it managed to bang my head against the ground."

In the end, I was forced to say the opposite of the truth...

"But-" I continued, still doubting his condition.

"Your husband must be worried about you as well..."

"Alright... but make sure after this you must get some rest."

Glu nodded...

Before leaving his home, I stopped at the doorway, "Tomorrow morning I'll see your condition. So, don't do stupid things like writing all night, you know...!" giving the last warning before stepping outside.

"I understand..."

'I understand... eh?' I thought, after hearing his straight answer.

But maybe... I was the one who should better understand the situation at that time. He was alone in the night of mourning and tragedy which made him feel something missing in him. Even though he didn't know what was it, until the morning come... when I came to fulfill my promise...

But maybe... I was the one who should better understand the situation at that time. He was alone in the night of mourning... and a tragedy which made him feel lost in him. Even though he didn't know what was it, until the morning come... when I came to fulfill my promise...

"Glu..."

I had stood for quarter-hour in front of his door, pressed the bell button many times but there was no answer at all...

That gloomy morning... will never get out of my head...

"Glu... you're inside, aren't you?"

It's useless... my scream wasn't heard at all ...

'Maybe he's still asleep.'

At least I have to keep thinking positively. Until I found one thing that was out of place... the door opened slightly, leaving a gap so that I could peer into his house.

"That kid..." I muttered, "I didn't expect him to be this careless."

Opening the door slowly, I found myself in the front hallway of his house. Helen's picture was displayed on the wall right in front of the entrance, so that when someone first enters this house, it's the picture that will greet them first. But... the flower bouquet that adorns the photo cannot be denied if the mourning atmosphere just happened in this family...

"Glu...!" I shouted, hoping he would soon appear.

Without thinking twice, I immediately walked up the stairs to his room... hoping he was still fast asleep on his bed, and forgot everything that happened yesterday.

But... my hope... will never materialize ...

"Please, help me..."

Vaguely, when a few more steps arrived at his room, I heard a whisper of fear. I accelerate my pace when I know whose voice it is...

My worries... my fears... and my guilt... everything is now clear ...

"Anyone, please help me..."

Vaguely, when a few more steps arrived at his room, I heard a whisper of fear. I accelerate my pace when I know whose voice it is...

My worries... my fears... and my guilt... everything is now become clear...

"Somebody help me..."

Glu... he sat on the floor in the corner of his dark room. Embracing his head with his rembling wings... his face filled with fear staring at the floor while whispering to himself...

While I... I was useless... helpless... I just standing still in the doorway staring at him.

"My wings... the pencil... I can't move it..."

Hearing his whisper in silence...

Trying to encourage myself to step inside, "Glu..." I called his name, even though it seemed that he was totally unaware of my existence. He was already deep in his own fear...

I saw his desk full of scribbled paper, pencils and pens scattered around. Apparently, all night he spent to write something but like what happened right now... he looked suffer...

"Mom... help me..."

I slowly approached him, "I'm sorry..." hugged him tightly, hoping he would soon wake up from his nightmare, "I'm sorry..."

It's all my fault... I'm the one who drove him to become a writer...

"I'm sorry..."

If writing will only make him suffer ...

"I'm sorry..."

It means I have no right to be by his side...

And from that point... Hyacinthum G began to stop publishing his books. There was no official explanation directly from him, causing a great uproar among publishers and readers.

The world is like losing a special figure at that time...

Then... three years passed... more precisely at the fifteenth art exhibition... without any rumor or gossip... he returned.

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"What makes you want to write again?"

"One day in March... I met with this girl. She is very selfish, rude, and likes to impose her will. But, her smile when looking at the person she likes, her smile is really like an angel. She also showed me smiles of readers who were satisfied with her book. I finally returned to my page after being kicked, beaten and dragged by her, only to see once again... smiles of people when they were satisfied with my book. I want to see it one more time with my own eyes. And then I think... I want to be a weird writer too."

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After losing his mother... Glu met someone who meant a lot to him. If he believes that... I, as a writer, can't possibly not believe the power of a book...

"I will rewrite our script here!" Glu, with a serious face saying his intention to do what he thinks is right...

"But, there is only one hour left, you know." Of course I still doubted his decision

"I do know that..." Glu smiled, and looked at me with confidence, "I won't change the title. I'll just change the plot a little. After all, this is an order from that ferocious girl, 'We will take all the people who read our book... ' she said."

I'm speechless ...

"Plus, the story we wrote is similar to hers..." he continued, "My mom's Chapters of Life."

'I see... I understand now...' I was silent yet I smiled in my mind, 'He did get to see her.'

"I get it..." I smiled at him, "Then leave it to me. I'll ask the old man to wait until the last moment."

We are all connected... like a word that connects to each other into one complete sentence. A writer's feeling that connects him with his friends... his rivals... his family... even people who are foreign to him... and everyone in the world.

"Thank you, Sis Mi..."

Then...

"So as I explained earlier..." a few moments later, I found myself standing under a shady tree in this small park not far from the main building, explaining everything to Glu's friends, "Glu will rewrite the script in less than one hour."

"But is the time sufficient?" his female friend who has a different eye color, asked in a hesitant tone.

"Yes..." answered Glu who was standing next to me, pulled out a pile of paper from inside his backpack, "I've completed a half of it."

The girl named Gracie, I think, nodded in understanding, "I see."

"So there is still no response from Jewel?" I then asked Glu's male friend, changing the subject.

He, named Roberto, nodded weakly, "I'm sorry... I've contacted her many times but still there is no answer."

"Never mind, Robe..." this time, Glu also answered, "I'm the one who should go to meet her and giving my special treatment..."

Then, I know what his two friends whispered about...

'He's mad.' Roberto whispered seeing an angry smile from Glu's face

'He is mad.' Gracie also whispered, agreeing with him.

Then...

"So, where are you going to write your script?" I asked Glu.

"Just here..." he answered simply, "I like to sit under a tree when writing..."

"Right... you do have a large yard with a beautiful view of the lake." Gracie said to him

"Yes..." Glu nodded, "My mother and I often spent all day sitting under a tree while enjoying the cool breeze from the lake."

"I envy you..." Roberto interrupted the conversation between the two of them, "My house is only surrounded by forests and even the yard is part of it."

"Oh, really?" Gracie seemed to tease her, "Isn't that suitable for your habitat... orangutan..."

"Tsk... who the heck are you calling orangutan?!" Roberto shouted irritably.

"Mama..." my daughter, Mirai, pulled my sleeve. When I stared at her, she asked me, "What is an orangutan?"

"Well... if you ask me..." I hesitate to answer, because I myself don't know what to answer.

"Mirai, are you curious about orangutan...?" Gracie interrupted our conversation.

Mirai nodded...

"He's in front of you."

"What do you mean ?!" Roberto felt offended.

I slowly watched Glu sit next to me...

He seems to have started writing. Even though the atmosphere is very noisy, I'm worried if we will only bother him...

"Hey, you guys should—"

However...

"It's okay, Sis Mi..." Glu interrupted.

Feeling confused, I looked back at him ...

"It's better than my dark and silent room." He explained the reason while still moving his pen, without turning his gaze from the paper, "Cool breeze in the hot sun, and noisy jokes of my friends... I prefer the atmosphere like this. "

'Helen...?!'

What is this...? At a glance I could see Helen instead of Glu who was sitting beside me. The way he hold the pen... the habit of leaning the pen over his lips when he was thinking... and his eyes when looking at the paper... it all resembled the habit of Helen who often did...

'I see... they are indeed connected to each other... '

You'd better watch it, Helen... your son will soon say goodbye to you...

A few moments later... three minutes before the deadline...

"Done...!" shouted Glu...

"Woah...!" his friends were amazed ...

"Really ?!" I immediately got up, and corrected the script that had just been written by Glu, "Alright... it has met the requirements. Then we have to submit it to the old man. The remaining time is only three minutes... "

Blu nodded, "Okay..."

I then looked at my daughter, "Mirai... you're waiting here for a while, okay?"

"Kay, mom..." Mirai nodded, obeying my word.

"You two..." then gave another order to Glu's friends, "Please take care of my daughter for a moment..."

"Okay...!" Roberto answered confidently and firmly...

"Go go Blu...!" as well as Gracie...

"We'll wait for you right here." Roberto continued, smiling at us.

Glu smiled, looked at his two friends, "Ok."

Then with all our might, we ran towards the main building which began to be quiet. The writers must have been submitted their works. It's actually an advantage for us... as long as there is time left, we can submit this script without having to queue first.

"How's it?"

A few moments passed, after Glu handed over the script. He just came out of the publisher's room...

"It's accepted." Glu answered, smiling with relief.

"Thank God...!" so did I... I never thought he had managed to rewrite their script in just one hour. Walking over to him, I then rubbed his head, "So, did you get to see Helen?"

When I asked such questions... Glu's face was shocked for a moment before he finally smiled gently... and began to answer...

"My mom..." he said, "She's always been by my side..."

"Yes..."

"The way I hold my pen, the way it move my wings, my habit to lean it on my lips when I'm thinking. My tastes... the order that I eat... mom's in every little gesture of mine... we are... mom and I... are connected." he continued.

I could only silently hear all the feelings of his heart which he spit out through words instead of paragraphs. After reading that... Glu finally found what was missing from him...

"Sis Mi... please, tell me..." Glu bowed his face, holding back his sadness even though I could clearly see the tears had started to drip, "Do you think it reached my mom? The way I wrote my very best... do you think it reached my mom?"

Seeing his sadness getting unstoppable, I took a step forward to hug him tightly, "You dummy... you just said if you two are connected... of course it reached her..."

Glu's cry then broke... he cried loudly in my arms like a kid who missed her mother's embrace. Right now, in this lonely hall... Glu might feel exactly like that. The loss of someone he loves is indeed a burden on his heart... yet it could also be a guiding light for him.

I'm just happy to see him grow up to be a mature writer... so that he could find that light...

Blu's POV

Because of book... I was given the chance to meet others. I was moved by those encounters. They are people that I got to meet. I got to discover emotion. These are all... memories that my mother, who taught me how to write, left me...

Mom... I'm happy...

Thank you... thank you...

Goodbye...

A few moments later...

"That's them..."

A familiar voice rang in our ears for a moment after walking out towards the courtyard...

"Hey... Blu...!"

I looked around and saw Gracie running, calling my name. Roberto followed later along with Mirai...

"So how's it? Your book is accepted, isn't it?" Gracie asked, hoping to get a positive answer.

Luckily, I got what she was looking for, "Yes..." I nodded, smiling.

"Thank God... I want to read it quickly." Gracie's childish response appeared...

"You have to wait for a week though..." My response seems to make her enthusiasm decrease.

"Oh... it looks like an ex-celebrity has been reborn." Roberto's weird commentary also appeared, "What's more, he made a masterpiece in one hour."

"What the heck is that?"

"Then... we're going home?" Gracie then asked me again.

"Of course..." I replied firmly, "We have come here just to submit the script, that's all."

Actually there is another reason why I want to go home soon. I have to find the girl to gave my special service to her as a thank you for thrown me off...

"Get ready to go home guys..." Sis Mi continued, agreeing with me, "I feel exhausted today. I also want to go home soon..."

"Kay..." Roberto and Gracie answered in unison.

We then walked to the place where we parked our vehicle...

"Mom... I wanna drink juice."

"Juice? Okay then... we'll buy it later. I also want to drink it."

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The next day...

3rd person POV

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"Oh... it's not like you usually come here, Mimi..."

A white owl opened her door that morning when Mimi visited her residence...

"Aryna... long time no see..."

Mimi apparently visited her old friend. Aryna the novelist... she used to be a classmate with Helen and Mimi when she attended university.

"Please come in..."

"Thanks..."

Moments later when Mimi and her daughter were sitting in her living room. She started her conversation with her old friend, because Mirai's attention is now distracted by coconut ice drinks in front of her...

"I heard you became Hyacinthum's new editor." Aryna began the conversation, "That was unexpected. Ever since Helen passed away, you never want to visit him."

"Oh... Glu? Well, that's how it is." answered Mimi.

"The boy has changed. He's become quite an intriguing writer." continued Aryna.

"Yeah..." continued Mimi, "Embedding something in the story... and leaving something for anyone to read. He has taken the first step as a writer." Mimi was silent for a moment," But... the loss of Helen was tragic for him... and for me. As a writer... is it necessary for him to go through all this?"

Aryna was silent ... after hearing the words of her old friend about the true condition of Hycinthum G...

'In each of his stories, sorrow is always implied...' Aryna then said to herself, 'If the death of his mother triggered something in him, it means his author path is the path of the devil... his growth is supported by sorrow... if he really being on that path...


Chapter 28 : Love's Sorrow


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Meanwhile...

Blu's POV

'Looks like she didn't come to school today. '

The next day, I whispered to myself alone during the lunch break in the attic room we used to use when writing...

'I want to scold her out though... '

While writing the continuation of my story, I was suddenly startled by the rapid pace of steps coming from outside the room. And when the pace stopped at the door, Gracie showed up...

Her face showed concern... she looked at me for a moment as if she wanted to compile what was on her mind into a rational sentence.

"Blu..." Gracie called me, and looked at me with concern, "Jewel... she's hospitalized again...!"

But maybe... that sentence will sound irrational in my ear ...

"Huh...?!"

Shortly after Gracie told me about that... my mind went blank. Being in a state of disbelief and surprise results in an irrational reaction that I will soon do...

I immediately got up from my seat and ran out of the room...

"Wait, Blu..." Gracie shouted at me as I was running down the stairs, "Where are you going?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I replied, shouting as I ran down the stairs, "I have got to see her...!"

Moments passed... now I'm halfway to the hospital located in the corner of the city...

'You must be joking...' I told myself, 'So the reason she couldn't come yesterday is because of this, huh? Why couldn't I realize it...'

I don't want it to happen again...

Panting... I arrived at the hospital...

After asking where her room is, I immediately ran up the stairs to the third floor. Room number 17 with the name of the patient I know very well... Jewel... written next to the door of this room.

While still trying to take a breath, I opened the door...

"Hi..."

The cheerful face of Jewel who first welcomed me. She was sitting on her patient's bed... an IV was attached to her left wing's vein... her head was bandaged... and the color of her feathers faded...

With that innocent face, she surprised me with her words, "I'm sorry I couldn't come yesterday. So... how's your book?"