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There was a knock on the door, the sound was so loud it could be heard in the kitchen. Sam, stood up from the chair and walked towards the door. The door opened, and Sam’s eyes were now looking into the eyes of a purple youth who was staring at him flatly.
“Ah—you already come.”
“If it is your wish, I’ll travel to meet you. I’m an auto memories doll, my name is Purpled Gold Bedwars.”
Sam doesn’t react, he just nodded and lets Purpled come into his house. Purpled walking in, brought his bag into Sam’s house. The house is not big but doesn’t small either. It’s casual and comfortable. A lot of photos on the wall. It’s Sam and two children who Purpled doesn’t recognize.
“You can sit. I’ll make you some tea.”
“No need, Mister Awedude. We can start writing now.”
Sam looks at Purpled, he doesn’t show any expression on his face. Sam sighed, shaking his head.
“I’ll still make you one. Just sit okay? It’s not taking a long time.”
Sam walked into the kitchen. Leaving Purpled who still standing in his place. Purpled put his bag on the couch, and take a look at some of the photos hanging on the wall. It’s Sam with two people, the one using bannie in his head and the other wearing a glass in his face. Purpled staring at the picture, they look happy in there.
“Here, your tea.”
Purpled turns his head into Sam. Sam put the cup on the table and looked at Purpled with a smile. Purpled walked to the table and sat across from Sam who was already sitting on his chair.
“Alright, we can start writing right? I think it will be good if we can start now.”
Purpled nodded. He opens his bag, Takes out a typewriter from his bag. Sam placed a pile of papers on the table and handed it to Purpled. Purpled put his typewriter on the table, and now purpled takes off his gloves.
Sam looks at Purpled hand, it’s ... a metal hand.
“What—happens on your hand--?”
“I lost it in the war. But it’s okay, Mister Awedude. It won’t affect my work.”
Ah, right. War. How Sam can forget about it? Of course, this boy has already gone to the battlefield. Oh God—Wasn’t he too young to go to the battlefield? Like his—
“Mister Awedude? Are you there?”
Sam gasped, looking at Purpled Who looks ready to write. Sam sighed and nodded his head.
“Sorry—I’m daydreaming – let’s start then...”
That’s right, Sam called an auto memories doll to write something for him, his book.
Sam Awedude, a writer. Famous writers in Greatest SMP. Already published millions of books in all cities in his country. Now going back to publishing his book.
But because of some condition, he can’t write it alone right now. So that’s why he called an auto memories doll.
His name is Purpled, right? He looks so young. Sam can guess his age is eighteen years old. Poor this boy lost his hand because of war. There must have been a lot of things going on in his life when the war happens.
“Mister Awedude?”
“Ah—sorry... Let’s—let’s start.”
“Please, come back! Don’t go!”
He can’t, he can’t let them go.
They shouldn’t go to the battlefield. But what does destiny say? No one will know the direction of the path in that destiny. An old man who is now looking at his two children is now kneeling sadly. His son left him, on the battlefield.
“They’re too young for this!”
“You don’t have any right to say something like that! They’re gone because to protect our country!”
“And then I can lose both of my sons? Are you insane!?”
The old man was sad. He didn’t want his two sons to go to war. They are too young, they are supposed to enjoy their youth. Instead of being burdened and leaving the village to go to war.
“You’re just an old man. You can’t replace them to go to the war! You better didn’t do something stupid, or you will go to jail!”
The old man was silent. His eyes were still staring at the train, looking at his two sons sadly. He didn’t want to lose his son, his two sons. He’s only happy.
What should he do?
“This—about war--?”
“Yeah... It is... This is to describe people’s sadness when they see their loved ones go to war.”
Purpled was silent. War, he already in there. Dozens of times he went to the battlefield, killing everyone who got in his way.
But, he doesn’t know to go to war—can be this sad.
“Did—your two sons also went to the battlefield?”
Sam doesn’t answer.
Purpled knows the answer.
“Maybe... We can rest now. I have prepared your room. Let me take you into the room.”
“Thank you, Mister Awedude.”
“Please, just call me Sam.”
Purpled just nodded. Sam takes Purpled to his room. It’s just a simple bedroom, nothing much in there. It looks clean and comfortable. Purpled sits in his chair and put his typewriter on the table. He wants to write something before he goes to sleep.
Maybe just write another letter for Major Punz will be okay.
After everything was done, Purpled lay down on his bed. Trying to go to sleep.
He can’t.
***
Purpled doesn’t sleep that night. He can’t, he tries but he can not sleep. Purpled came out of his room, he has already changed his clothes. Purpled is now looking for Sam. He doesn’t in his room, or even in the kitchen. Where was he?
Sam, now sitting on his chair in his garden, close to the lake. It’s a beautiful morning, but Sam seen doesn’t like it. Alcohol on his table, a small glass on the side. His face was now looking at the lake, seemed to be thinking about something.
“Mister Sam?”
Sams turn his head, he can see Purpled standing looking at him with his cold eyes. Sam just smiled.
“Oh, you already awake.”
“Why are drinking in the morning?”
Sam doesn’t answer.
Purpled doesn’t know the answer.
“Will we continue writing the book today?”
Sam looked back at Purpled and sighed. To be honest he had almost forgotten about the book. Sam wants to go back to rest actually, but he better continues his book before he forgets it. Sam nodded, Purpled walking back into his house, taking his bag out.
He put the typewriter on the table. Sam lowered the bottle of alcohol, changing its position to face Purpled. Purpled and put the paper on the typewriter machine, Sam started talking.
it had been six months since his two sons had gone to war.
No letters, no news. The old man felt hurt. Are his children okay? Are they hurt? How are they now? Do they eat regularly? Are they safe?
Are they dead?
No, the old man doesn’t want to think about that. He worried, he worried so much. He doesn’t want to lose his sons. His lovely sons go to the wars without him. Why he can’t replace them? Why should they go to the wars?
The old man didn’t eat properly and didn’t sleep well. He can’t stop thinking about his children. What happens to them, why did they stop sending him a letter?
He remembers how the two children’s expressions when they know they have to go to war. They are scared, the old man was scared. But they can’t reject it, because it’s for their country. The old man trying his best to teach his child to fight. How to survive in the middle of the forest. How to treat wounds properly.
He didn’t think that was enough, but it was all can he do right now. All hopes and prayers are with his two children. The old man hopes that his two children come home safely. At least, they are alive.
The war doesn’t stop yet.
But the old man already mourning.
Sam stopped talking, and so did Purpled who stopped typing. Purpled was now looking at sam, confused. Sam sighed, it’s feel so hard for him to continue it. But he should finish it before next month. The editors already waiting for him.
“Mister Sam--? Something happens?”
“Ah... Nothing... Maybe—just that for today.”
Purpled just nodded, he take his typewriter into his bag. Purpled bowed his head, bid farewell, and then left Sam alone. Sam just smile back.
Sam looked at the lake, he could see the sun’s reflection from there. Leaves decorate the lake. Ah, autumn is coming soon.
If I can fly, it will be so cool right! Dad?
Yes.
Don’t be silly, humans can’t fly you know.
Yes, but it doesn’t mean they can’t.
Stupid George! Humans can fly! You just don’t want to try it!
Well, his right George.
You are the one stupid, Quackity. Human can't fly!
Oh my god.
Sam threw his glass. He was silent. He doesn’t know why he throwing it. Why?
You’re so stupid, Sam. You’re the stupid people in this world.
“Am I? Isn’t it?”
Today will be a long day for sam.
***
Purpled came out of his room. He could see sam now sitting at the table with bottles of alcohol with him. Purpled knew that today Sam drank more than he should. Her cheeks are red, and her eyes look sad.
“Mister Sam?”
“Today, we will not write anything.”
Purpled was silent. Sam doesn’t move from his place. His eyes look the other way. There are many things that Purpled wants to ask now.
“But, Mister Sam. We have to finish it soon as possible.”
“I can’t think today... You can go to the city if you want.”
Purpled doesn’t react, same with Sam. Purpled sighed, Walk closer to Sam.”
“You need to stop drinking... You’re drunk. Is not good for your health, mister Sam.”
“Who are you to stop me from drinking? You’re not my son.”
Purpled doesn’t answer.
“Go away. I don’t have a mood right now.”
Purpled just nodded. He leaves Sam without talking anything. It’s felt pathetic for Sam. Why did he become like this? His head is so dizzy, that he wants to throw up. He drinks too much.
But all he can do is just drink.
***
One year. One year already passed.
Still no news from his two sons.
The old man becomes more worried. Day by day he becomes more stressed. He doesn’t do his job. He just lay in his bed, thinking about his sons. He rarely goes outside again.
The old man always cries in his room every day.
He is scared, he is scared when he gets the news what he reads is bad news. He doesn’t ready, he didn’t want to face it.
The old man was scared to lose his sons.
He becomes an alcoholic. He used alcohol to run for reality. Maybe that’s will help, but is it?
He was always drunk, almost every day. He doesn’t stop drinking until he passed out. He always has a lot of alcohol bottles in his kitchen. Sometimes he will use cigarettes to smoke outside.
The old man looks so pathetic, he looks so terrible. He doesn’t cut his hair. He doesn’t cut his beard. He rarely goes to bathe. All his life it’s become a mess.
The old man trying to repair his life, but it’s failed. He will come back to drinks again, or maybe just smoke.
The old man was tired.
He wants to follow his son’s death.
***
Sam doesn’t have any idea that comes into his head. It’s blank, but he needs to finish his work. Purpled still sitting on his chair, waiting for Sam to talk again.
“Mister Sam? We have to finish this. Or I will go back to my place without finishing it. I didn’t want that...”
Sam sighed, he knows how frustrated sometimes. How you will not finish your work and you have to give it finished or not.
“Hah... Sorry, I don’t know what should i write.”
“I can help. Do you need help with that?”
Sam doesn’t answer first, he thinks about what Purpled can do to help him.
“I don’t know honestly...”
Purpled sighed, he is now leaning on his chair. For the first time in his life, Purpled feels frustrated. Now he is standing, going around looking at the photos on top of the table. Purpled saw a photo, of two boys laughing. They both looked drenched.
“That’s my sons.”
Purpled turned his head. Sam standing on his side, looking at the same photo Purpled see. Purpled doesn’t answer, he just looks at the picture again.
“At that time, they tried to fly. Just Quackity honestly. Using an umbrella, Quackity jumps from a tree. He jumped, using the umbrella as a means to float but he failed. Instead, Quackity fell into the lake. George is trying to get Quackity out of the lake.”
Purpled can see how happy Sam talks about his sons. But soon, the smile faded. Purpled was silent, not understanding. Does Sam want to see that one more time?
Wait.
Maybe that’s a good idea.
“Maybe, I can try.”
Sam looks at Purpled, hoping he just telling a joke. But Sam almost forgot about Purpled almost or never showed his expression until now.
“Are you—serious--?”
“Yeah. Let’s try it. Can I borrow your umbrella?”
Sam blinks. He just nodded and give him the umbrella—the same umbrella Quackity used that day—to Purpled. Purpled go to the lake, climbing the tree.
Sam stood beside the lake, staring at purpled who had now opened his umbrella. He looks ready to jump. Sam was a little scared, what would happen if Purpled couldn’t swim? Will he be okay?
Purpled sighed, now he was standing on a tree trunk. And finally, Purpled jumped.
Sam fell silent. His eyes could not be separated from the purpled. The wind hit the man, followed by the leaves that flew with him, like carrying Purpled flying. Sam could hear the laughter of his two children, he remembered that day. Quackity laughed even though he knew he failed to fly, and George scolded him non-stop. But in the end, Quackity and George ended up laughing together.
Purpled landed on a leaf as if she was floating on water. That looks pretty. Sam remembered Quackity’s laugh, how he said he’d keep trying to fly. Or how George was trying to stop quickly from trying again.
Sam could see how Quackity and George were laughing. And it reminded him of the sad look his two children had when they left the house to go to war.
Quackity was ten years old and George was fourteen when they wanted to try flying. Quackity was eighteen and George was Twenty two when they had to go to war.
His poor sons...
Die because of the wars.
Sam is now crying. He couldn’t forget how his two children laughed when they were still playing. And he couldn’t forget how his two children cried like little children when they knew they were going to war.
Sam never meets them after that.
Sam mourning every day.
Even though they said the war is over, Sam never felt the war was over. His son is still at war with his death.
Sam will never stop grieving.
But, Sam will not be able to forget the happy laughter of his two sons.
He will never forget.
Purpled walked over to sam. His clothes were wet and so was his hair. He looks like a wet puppy.
“Is that enough?”
Sam laughed.
“Yes. Yes, it is... Let’s go inside... You need warm clothes...”
***
The old man sitting on his bed. A photo in his right hand, and a cigarette in his left. The day felt lighter, there was no burden in his heart. The old man sighed, stubbed out his cigarette then put it in the ashtray.
The old man put the photo on the table. For a moment, he looked back at the photo. A smile appeared on his face. Then he continued with himself who started cleaning his house, throwing away alcohol bottles and cigarette dregs into the trash.
He open his window for the first time. He opened the door and walked out of his house. Dispose of his trash, and clean the terrace and garden of his house.
The old man cut his beard, then he cut his hair. He takes a shower and changes his clothes to something cleaner and more comfortable.
The old man cooking the food for the first time after his mourning.
Maybe, maybe he will never stop mourning about his sons. He will never forget about his sons. About everything his sons being though.
But for the first time, the old man realize his sons will doesn’t like it when they know his father become like this after their dead.
The mourning will never stop.
But The old man need to continue his life.
That’s how the old man trying to move on.
No.
That’s, how Sam Awedude trying to move on.