SHORT STORY (DRAFT)

The dim light of sun struck through the curtain into the room. The old man rubs his eyes and looking out from the window. The rain last night must be heavy. He can still found the dark cloud hanging on the sky. The quite house reminds him that it has been 10 years since his only daughter move to the city to work at there. He gets up from the bed and go downstair to make a cup of tea for his morning. His right hand hold the cup and the other fetch the newspaper under the door. Its already Thursday. There should be a letter from his daughter but there was none. "Perhaps Mary's busy or the postman was late," he speak out his mind. He spent most of all his day watching a game sport on TV or listening any news from his old radio. He is already on his late 70 to do lots of work. 

In the evening, he was making some dinner for himself when there was someone ring the doorbell. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" he mumbled and goes to the front door. It is so rare for him to have a guest at this time, he wonder who is it. "Good evening, Mr. Claire." said the young policemen. "Good morning. Can I help you something, sir?". The old man confused by the sudden visit. "May I speak with you inside the house. I am afraid I have a news for you." Both men went inside the house. The young policemen offers him two letters. It is Mary's letter and he cannot suspect the other. The young man can see the confused expression on Mr. Clare's old face when he received the letters.  Then suddenly the rain drops heavily followed by the sound of lightning. 

One by one people leaving Mr. Claire alone in the graveyard. The tears rolling down from his cheeks and drops in the ground. There is Mary's name on the stone in front of him. Three days has passed since he received the letter from his daughter on Thursday evening. It was hard for him when he should let his only daughter to go to work in the city. It even harder for him when he found that he should let his precious daughter leave him alone forever. If only he was young enough to make some money so their live wouldn't be that hard. If only he worked harder so his daughter wouldn't have to work to fullfil their living. If only he had lots of money so he can go with her and always beside her. There is only a feeling left in his heart. He is so disapointed to himself for make his daughter suffered so much. 

Isna Nuraeni

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