Towards a
dream J
Successive
waves breaking the shore reef gouttes de Rosee. Dribbling the froth on white
sand scattered. The north wind greets the blushing violet twilight on the
horizon. A collection of seagulls chirping merrily hovering between a froth.
Yuna was alone among the chunks –
the chunks of rock that was so stout deflect waves. Sweet girl-child of a poor
fishing town at the end of the remote - it was so enjoying the rhythm of the
waves details of the north coast. The thumps of the waves as the strains of the
song that moves every joints. Rustling sand as the music beats in tune with a
lively. Yuna’s body slender moving to forget the tire, Her hair fluttering like
scarves that follow the notes. Yuna keep a dance to straight observe intently
at the ocean, danced to pick up the twilight and dance to reach up .
Always in every
evening, and this is the twilight thousands time she is danced in the coral.
Dancing is part of my life, dancing to make me be myself, dancing can make me
free to do all things and dancing it makes me feel happy, as will sunset in
ocean boundary has taught every movement full of aesthetic and charming. Orange
color at the edge of the horizon has guided his steps full of rhythm. Boulder
has become a stage for hundreds of full moon. Hermit crab has become the most
loyal admirers.
Being Dancers ballet,
That is a dreams which is always she whisper on the arid wind . she hopes the
wind will blow away her dream of towards stage the world. Dancing in the middle
of the ocean humans, Wearing costumes complete and step the foot of
accompaniment of dancer background of, witnessed by the guests privileged,
become the ambassador of tourism to foreign countries, Got the award-culture
and all sorts of events that made herself to be a legend.
Who knows, maybe she
will just be a ballet dancer who faithfully to deliver a sun at the end of the
ocean. And maybe the wind had never flying a dreams, so Yuna can accompany him
caress every curve of beach Coral gouttes de Rosee. A girl on the beach dancing
with the rhythm in the ocean, is the most special in her live, each joint is
moved with the pace of the waves to the shore is the true beauty. But no one
could enjoy a moment, and there was no one moment that cares for.
However, Yuna is still Yuna, a poor girl who only has a
stage with a boisterous rock hermit crab and an illustration of applause that
always relieve every step back. But Yuna completely new home when the twilight
had disappeared. She always wanted to be the last to watch the sunset. And
always wanted to be the first to see the turn of the night in the Coral gouttes
de Rosee. Her father had always been her habit tolerate for this. Yes, since
the departure of her mother, twilight
Coral gouttes de Rosee has become the most familiar companions devote every
sense of place. As this afternoon when Yuna had just arrived on the front
porch. Her father greeted her with his usual friendly smile.
"This afternoon
the dusk was not as good as a yesterday." she said. Then sitting toward
the wicker chairs accidentally placed in the living room ,as a sweetener the
room. The chair is a only one they have. Then a father glanced out of the
house, and saw the sky with a sad face.
Dad did not go to sea?" asked yuna surprised, because
usually off the evening her father was
packing to go to sea.
“no my daughter, there is have tides, and fear have a storm.
"said father.
Yuna not asked
anymore, a moment later, she leave her father who was busy folding nets. Some
household chores awaiting complete after a day of work in processing salted
fish belonging at aunt who lives at the corner of the alley. If a usual day she
only worked after school. But this Sunday,she had to work all day from early
morning. Fortunate the aunt still wanted to hire a young girl like her, if not
whether she could imagine how hard a burden to be borne by her father
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Teeett ....!!!
School bell rang.
Yuna scrambling over into the classroom. Not as usual she was late. she had to
walk six kilometers to get to school because they want to save money. Usually
Yuna and her fellow villagers go to school by public transportation. But her
father did not go to sea for almost a week already. That means there is no
income from his father. While the wages she received from Aunt a month only
once every fifteen dates are usually directly used to eat his meals at the
stalls subscription.
Today it is not a
normal day for Yuna. In school, were Yuna looked morose and aloof. Just rest
time she spent with a little scribbles on the desk. Some friends took her to
the cafeteria, but she refused for various reasons. Unconsciously she turns
graffiti on the bench has turned into a portrait of a small family. Dad, Mom,
and herself. A bead of clear dripping in the corner of her eye. Various
thoughts about the past and dream turns her in a long silence.
Remembering the life
of a few years ago when her 5-year old all-sufficient life is different now
that there is a house with a rickety shack different from the first, the
palace-like luxury cars a few pairs of everything there, since her father went
bankrupt life becomes difficult and a year later her mother died. Mom is a
noble mother and wife who Soleha for her father. She was always grateful and
accept whatever amount father income from fishing. Once upon a time daddy came
home without bringing anything even though nothing rice in their crawl. But mom
greeted with a smile trying to understand the struggle of the poor hard. They
passed the night with a bowl of noodles in the boiled for three.
Ah, if mom is still
there, her mind screamed. Then some a memories in the minds of Yuna. Ah, Mama.
Look at your daughter wanted to be a dancer. I want to dance in the main
square, in the midst of a sea of people as we saw ten years ago. Mom, take me
from this place! Inner Yuna increasingly struggling.
Her mom left her a
day after a small Yuna expressed her desire to be a ballet dancer ten years
ago. The departure of a mother is a great loss to a child. especially when Yuna
was only 6 years old. Seniors are particularly vulnerable to the development of
a child. Dad says, Mom went to work. But for ten years never news she got.
There was no letter, telegram, or just postcards to her house. Two years ago, a
neighboring village who had just returned from Taiwan claimed to have met Mom
at a spot in the corner of the city of Macau.
Traakk ...!
Suddenly the pencil
in his hand broken. Yuna snapped out of those thoughts. she immediately
remembered Her dad at a home. For some reason she wanted to go home and lay down
in Her daddy's arms. Perhaps it was just a broken pencil coincidence, but Yuna
really feel that it is a sign of hope and broken dreams. Ah, Yuna felt that the
bell came home from school the day was so long . she was looking forward to
soon meet her dad, even without a definite reason.
*****
Dad would go to sea
ya? "question out of the mouth of Yuna spontaneous when I got home to find
her father preparing fishing equipment.
"dad, what if
something happens in the ocean?" Yuna getting worried. Her father stopped
a work. For a moment he looked at her son deeply. And he caress sweat against
her forehead was her favorite child.
Yuna, you must be
tired of going to school on foot. Take a break, Dad would go to sea. Although
pairs, dad must remain at sea. So do not worry, I hope nothing happened to me. just pray , so daddy can come home safely and
bring a lot of money.
Yuna can not do
anything about it. He was just trying to strengthen his heart. There was
something strange in Her father's eyes twinkle. Her father like as if hiding
something from her. Such an infinite regret. But he tried to cover it up, do
not want Yuna suspicious to him. Her father heavy tread left Yuna, but Yuna is
still staring at the back of her dad really did not willingly take his departure.
Yuna felt no incongruity with her father reckless decision to remain at sea,
but just yesterday her father said that he was afraid of a storm. From behind a
dark corner at the end of the alley houses hold their tears stinging Her
father. His eyes were not separated from the figure of his daughter who is
still fixated on the porch. Sorry my daughter. dad do this because i want to
see you happy, whispered his heart.
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