What Did I Do Wrong?

Sometimes wounds don't come from our enemies, but from the hands we once held with complete trust.

Some longings never find their way home.

Some voices disappear into the rain.

And some hearts are quietly asking to be saved.

That night, the rain refused to stop. Every drop seemed to carry a secret the sky was trying to hide.

The little room was cold, silent, and heavy with loneliness.

Qaisya Kirana sat in the corner of the bed, her arms wrapped around her trembling body.

The phone in her hand vibrated softly.

A name appeared on the screen.

Bonda.

Her tears fell before she could find the words.

The gentle voice on the other end reached her like an embrace from far away. Yet all she could feel in her chest was the trembling weight of a sob she was trying to hold back.

“Bonda… your daughter is trying to be strong.”

“But tonight, everything feels too heavy.”

The dark sky offered no comfort.

She tried to smile, but the smile broke beneath tears she couldn't wipe away fast enough.

The people around her always seemed kind. But their hearts felt as cold as walls that only echoed silence back at her.

“Bonda… they say I'm strong.”

“But this strength is only a curtain so the world won't see the wounds in my heart.”

“I'm tired of pretending to be happy just because I'm afraid of being seen as weak.”

The other end of the line remained silent for a long time.

Only the sound of rain and quiet weeping remained, mingling like a prayer.

Qaisya drew a long breath and whispered softly.

“Bonda… if one day your daughter doesn't make it home…”

“Remember that Qaisya loved life, even when life didn't always hold her gently in return.”

Lightning flashed across the sky.

The heavens wept with a heart that had carried its pain for far too long.

And at the other end of the line, a mother's prayer rose into the night.

Keeping Qaisya Kirana company through the long hours, when the only thing still able to cross the distance between them was a mother's love.