After Beyond Years…Love…Front of My Eyes:
The concert hall was alive with noise, and the crowd swayed to the rhythm. The atmosphere was filled with happiness. All the friends were in high spirits, and Ramish seemed especially cheerful. He was talking to Mehmat.
He turned to Mehmat with a soft smile.
"Believe me, the atmosphere here is incredible. Feels like time should stop right now."
Their conversation was ongoing when suddenly a new song began. The singer's voice struck Ramish's heart like a thunderbolt. Startled, he said:
"Mehmat… this voice… it sounds so familiar."
Ramish anxiously tried to look toward the stage, but he couldn't see anything clearly due to the crowd. Still, the voice stirred an unsettling restlessness within him.
Zuraiz spoke up: "Ramish, look at the screen!"
Ramish quickly turned his gaze to the large screen, where only dancers were visible around the singer. But then, as the camera zoomed in, the singer's face appeared, and Ramish's eyes witnessed the moment he had waited for years. That face… it was none other than Richer's.
Ramesh's eyes widened and his body started shaking.
Gripping Mehmat shoulder, Ramish whispered in a trembling voice:
"Mehmat… that's Richer!"
Mehmat turned toward the screen in shock, but before he could say anything, Ramish's knees gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Mehmat and Zuraiz rushed to his aid, and with the help of their friends, they carried him outside the concert hall. They splashed water on his face, made him drink some, and after much effort, brought him back to his senses.
As soon as Ramish regained consciousness, he called out Richer name and attempted to run back toward the concert. But Mehmat held him firmly, shaking him slightly:
"Get a grip, Ramish! What are you doing?You can't reach Richer in this massive crowd!"
Ramish hugged Mehmet while crying and said, "Mehmet, please take me to Richer."
Tears streamed down Ramish face, unstoppable. The secret of his heart was now clear to all—his sorrow and restlessness stemmed from one thing only: love.
In a pleading tone, again Ramish said:
"Mehmat! For God's sake, let me go. If Richer leaves now, I may never see him again."
Seeing his desperate state, all his friends grew anxious. Zuraiz spoke up:
"Ramish, don't worry. We will make sure you meet Richer today. You will see him, I promise."
Then he outlined his plan:
"This is the stage area of the concert. We need to find where the performers go in and out."
Seeing Ramish Condition, Mehmat said with concern:
"Zuraiz, do something fast. I can't watch Ramish suffer like this."
Zuraiz reassured him:
"Don't worry, I'm on it."
He quickly called a friend and requested help to gain access to the celebrities' lounge. The friend assured him:
"Give me a little time… I'll arrange everything."
Zuraiz sent the rest of the friends to search around while waiting for the call. Soon, he received word—the entry point had been found. Everyone gathered there. Mehmat supported Ramish as they walked toward the designated spot.
Mehmat asked Zuraiz:
"Has your friend arranged access inside?"
Zuraiz replied:
"Be patient, Mehmat. He should call any minute now."
Mehmat said anxiously:
"We don't have much time. If Richer leaves, Ramish will never get to meet him."
Zuraiz assured him again:
"Don't worry. His performance might still be ongoing. Each singer stays on stage for at least thirty minutes."
At that moment, Zuraiz phone rang. His friend confirmed:
"I've arranged it. In a few minutes, someone will come out to bring you inside. But only two or three people can go in, no more. And you'll only get twenty minutes with him, not a second longer."
Zuraiz nodded in relief:
"That's more than enough."
Thanking him, he started waiting further.
Soon, a man approached and asked over the phone:
"Where are you standing?"
Zuraiz described the spot, which was already crowded with fans. Upon arrival, the man asked:
"Which celebrity do you wish to meet?"
Zuraiz replied:
"Richer."
The man asked:
"There are two with that name—one from Thailand and one from Australia. Which one do you mean?"
Zuraiz answered quickly:
"The one from Thailand."
The man said:
"Alright, follow me. But remember—only three people can enter. The rest will have to wait here."
The friends agreed:
"Zuraiz, you and Mehmt go with Ramish. Mehmat, take care of him."
Mehmat turned to Ramish and said:
"Hold yourself together. You're about to see him. Please, have courage."
Ramish nodded, though his hands were trembling.
The three of them went inside, registered their names and followed the man through narrow corridors, their hearts pounding with every step. Finally, they stopped outside a door.
"Wait here," the man said, before disappearing inside.
Ramish whispered to Mehmat:
"My heart… I can't control its beating." I don't have enough strength to visit Richer.
Mehmat smiled softly:
"Ramish, your destination is near. Be ready to see Richer."
The man went in, then returned shortly and said:
"You may enter now. But remember, watch the time."
Ramish's breathing quickened. His body trembled.
Ramish said, Mehmet "I won't be able to go inside."
Zuraiz Said: Ramish, your love is just a few steps away, don't worry now.
"Follow me," Zuraiz whispered, pushing the door open.
They entered. The man informed Richer:
"Sir, this is Mr. Zuraiz, one of our special guests. He wishes to meet you."
Inside, Richer sat on a chair, a cup of coffee in hand.
He looked up and smiled warmly.
"Mr. Zuraiz, welcome. I suppose you're here for an autograph? Or maybe a picture?
Zuraiz smiled back:
"Not me… someone else wishes to meet you."
He gestured toward the door where Mehmat was standing, holding someone's arm.
Richer looked toward the door—and at that very moment, Ramish stepped inside.
Richer gazed at the frail-looking man before him, his smile slowly fading. Then… the coffee cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.
Richer said in astonishment:
"Ramish… is that you?"
Ramesh's lips trembled, he wanted to say something. But he couldn't say anything. The tears flowing from Ramish's eyes said it all.
Ramish's face was filled with tears. He pulled his hand away from Mehmet and staggered into Richer's embrace. Ramish was about to fall when Mehmet and Zuraiz rushed forward to catch him, but Richer quickly gathered him into his arms.
With a trembling voice, Ramish said:
"Richer… is it really you? Is this real?or am I dreaming?
Richer's eyes, too, were glistening with tears. He tightly hugge and softly replied:
"Yes, Ramish… it's me, and this is all real."
With quivering lips, Ramish whispered:
Belove Loyalty,Being Restless…
For years, I've waited for you…
My heart weeps silently in helplessness…
What can I do… oh… something stirs within me"