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The silence wakens her up. It was not the kind of silence she liked; the horror crawled back to her faster than a colony of hungry insects. Steadily she raised her newly-gave-birth body, swap the room with her eyes and the horror came back with one powerful jolt. He was not there.

It was almost dawn, Alena stood by the window looking for something outside. “He must be out there somewhere, not sober, not caring about the world and his new family.”

Her body started to shake, “His selfishness and his pathetic tiny stress resistance. Needle punctured to his vein and then a little so-called heaven to throw all burdens just for some wasted hours.”

“How much of those should I be taking”? Alena cried silently.

Her newly born baby slept soundly in her arms; too young to understand life, too sleepy to notice his mother’s tears. The sun was descending behind Jakarta’s skyscrapers, made them reddish. It was supposed to be a magnificent sight from the twenty first floors if she was not so torn apart.

“Dear sun, are you leaving me too? Where are you going? Could the other part of the globe live without you just for one day? Please stay here. I’m so afraid the dark would not let him find his way home. Stay a little longer if you could, please o dear sun.”

She took a glance at the table, “He took all the money and would come back empty handed. His body would be dirty from sitting in some filthy alleys. He would talk strangely, full of non-sense defenses and lies.“

Alena noticed almost a little too late the baby’s clothes were wet by her dripping tears. She took the baby back to the master bedroom to change him and put him in the crib. The baby was just a week old, he slept more than everything else. The last rays of the sun showered his innocent face and suddenly Alena burst into tears again.

“It is so unfair for you my angel. You are brought into a broken family before it is actually formed. Your mother has nothing in her knowledge of how to raise a kid, she doesn’t even know how to bath you properly until few days ago. Your father; well he is another complicated story my dear. I don’t think he noticed you exist, baby”

The baby still slept like the whole world was not crumble around him when Alena wiped her tears, “Sleep my dear, mommy has something to do.”

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Something kept vibrating in his pocket and some tunes accompanied that motion every time it happened.

“Pick that fucking phone up, shit! It’s fucking noisy.” A shabby boot made sound as it kicked Adam’s leg.

“I have to get one of those someday. They could answer my damn phone.”Adam thought.

He tried to get the phone out of his pocket but his hand wouldn’t cooperate perfectly. He barely stand on his own feet too. The phone dropped on the floor because his hand was terribly wet of sweat.

“You better exchange that shit for another gram than dropping the shit dead.” The boot talked again.

“Leave him alone. It’s must be his wife. Pick the shit up, dude. Start talking to her coz I won’t hear it ringing no more.” said another voice. Adam could not tell which guy said that.

“Adam, can you hear me?”

“Yeah……………”

“Tell me Adam, should I stay or should I go?”

“Don’t go. Please don’t.”

“Then you have half an hour.”

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The sky was no longer multi colors when Alena stood in front of the closed windows with a cup of coffee.

She whispered, “Moon, it’s just you and me now. Light the night, o dear moon, pretend you’re the sun himself. Which one do you think is best, o dear moon? A baby without a father or a man without a second chance?”

Alena sipped more coffee, the taste felt bitterer this time, “The baby would live without a father, but life is not merely on the outside. A man once said, one shall not live with bread alone but with the words that came out from the father’s mouth.”

“Also, Adam would never be any better if everybody simply give-up on him.” Her voice sounded a bit louder now.

“So, Mr. Moon, let’s not live just for tonight. Let’s live for many days to come. Tonight is not about the two of us, sir. It’s about them and their future. They both are weak in their own conditions; do you mind to stay strong with me? For them? For the future?”

Suddenly the front door swung open, Adam forced himself to stay on his feet. No words came out of his mouth as it was breathing hard. Both faces turned to the wall clock, twenty three minutes had left since the phone call.

Alena made a quick glance to the window, “Looks like we have a tomorrow to live.”

The moonlight showered Alena’s body as she walk her way to Adam.

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The story is inspired by a song by The Clash, ” Should I Stay or Should I Go“. I was tagged by Fajar Jasmin in his post inspired by another song, “The Hand That Feeds” by Nine Inch Nails. He started a really challenging creative writing project where he made a list of 100 song titles to inspire each post.

Next, I will tag Budi Putra; “Sir, feel like a reunion with Gadis Magazine?” *wink*

Another one to tag is Tony a.k.a Neofreko.

Guys, Don’t forget to leave a note to Fajar which song you want to claim from the list.

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Pictures are:

1. Night City by Ilco 2. Bintang 3 by Rinidisini