BAKUWAR DARE

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When the clock strikes two at night, my mind always comes back home no matter where it is. No matter what, I like to stand in the hallway of our house and watch for the young woman who passes by our gate every time the clock hits two at night.

No matter how sleepy I feel, I tell my heart to be patient until after two at night before I go to bed.

She is a young woman whose beauty catches the eye. Every day, she passes through our gate at exactly two at night, like I said before.

Truly, without fail, when it is two, you see her passing. She walks fast with a face full of pure worry. She never passes before two or after two.

Every time she is about to pass the last corner, she stops and turns back for about one or two minutes, looking around our house area, then she continues.

I know she is not looking at me, like my heart keeps telling me, so how could she see me? I am inside the house, and the house is closed.

Like every two o'clock, today too I wait wisely at the mouth of our house hallway, waiting for her passing time.

As if told, I look up and see half her body passing by.

The meaning is one of her legs has already passed our house side, except her dress that the wind is carrying. It is hard for me to see her passing.

She stands where she always stops before entering the corner she follows. Instead of one to two minutes, here she spends about ten minutes standing.

My heart starts beating fast because I see tears on her face. Truly, today the sun has set on her? I ask myself while looking at her more.

The light of the white moon that fills the town helps me see her well.

Surely she is crying. My heart starts thinking, let me go out and help her.

I am still standing watching her, she has not moved from where she stands.

Maybe today is different from when I usually see her. Surely she is waiting for someone to go and leave her there. But since it is not today I first saw her, surely I know no one is waiting. There is something happening, which is not a small matter. From the little I know her, every day she does not pass two to three minutes before she moves from the place. But surprisingly, up to about fifteen minutes she stands there.

I notice that because of the light on my phone that I turn on. I see the time writing clearly, two o'clock and fifteen minutes. "Go out, go to her, hear her problem. Maybe you help her, and one day God will help you." I hear one part of my heart saying while I place my hand on the house gate, with intention to open it full of all energy and courage.

"Do not open. From her look, know maybe she is not human. Maybe she is one of those evil ones waiting for people with bad luck to bring themselves." So I hear the other part of my heart saying while I try to pull my hand from the intention to open the gate.

I look again slowly like someone afraid of something, looking at the place. She is still standing, but she moves a little from where she was standing before.

There is a day she passed, I decided in my mind that I must follow her one day to see where she goes, even if she does not know I follow her. But since I know this world is full of fear, I remove that plan from my mind.

"Go do help. She is a woman, her being out at this time is very dangerous. If it was your sister, how would you feel?" I hear my heart advising again that I go out to her to hear her problem.

I do not know when I pull the house gate and come out. I forget prayer even in my mind. I remember that because of my mother's advice always to me: "Keep praying in all your actions, even looking for work if you pray, surely God will make it easy for you."

I do not get chance to stop for prayer because of seeing her that I do. She moves more from where she stands, looking at me because she sees me come out from the house.

The white moon that lights the town shines on our faces at the same time. We look at each other. The look into her eyes that I do makes my front, all three three, rass rass.

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