Dinda sat pensively on one of the benches of the town square. See the cheers of life inside. Small children run after each other. Young people full of love. While the elderly enjoyed the rest of their lives jokingly. What a beautiful harmony at that time.
"Neng, alone, huh?" Asked a newspaper seller to Dinda.
Dinda just quietly smiled. He also wondered why he alone enjoyed beauty this afternoon.
"Yes, already bro, bro."
This time Dinda nodded. His heart became unclean. Actually, from the moment he was waiting for the idol's heart. But what was awaited did not come.
Finally Dinda decided to walk leisurely around the square. Feel every gust of wind gently caressing her black hair. But his eyes were always looking for men with yellow skin, brown eyes and reddish black hair. Who else if not the idol of the heart.
Forty minutes passed. The sun is leaning toward the west. Spoiled hanging on thin, thick clouds.
"Never mind maybe he didn't get this time," Dinda said to herself. Tears slowly dripped on Dinda's two dimples.
Nobody knows because the idol cannot fulfill the promise. Now he is fighting against the turmoil in his throat. Really nobody knows. Only the twilight on the western horizon is a silent witness to the pain that two people feel.