(Still Revised) Grandfather's Green Lake

Damrah

Everyone has memories. A past that contains memories, longings about things that have been passed. Sometimes it can evoke some feelings, whether happy, upset, angry or deep sadness.

*If the time comes, sadness will become laughter, pain will become stories, these memories will become teachers.

Longing, longing for someone will be a guest in the niche of the heart*.

Raindrops, sometimes transformed into memories. In fact, it feels no longer the water that falls, but the miss that falls. Sometimes, silence floats all the memories, returns about lost memories of love, flies all the rage, tries to repeat the sweet success of a failure.

This silence, become a mirror to reflect. Whether you like it or not, you like the memories themselves.

Every night I was made aware that the greatest test of love was not just a loss. But, a sense of longing. A longing that will never have a cure. A longing that can only be a memory that can never be repeated again, especially to improve those memories to be more beautiful.

L'm... I cannot lose the memory of that memory, forever stored in the deepest recesses of my heart.

Memories, memories,

You're my fondest memory,

You are the one I love so much....

^^Ari Damrah^^

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A pair of humans were playing in bed, the sound of sighs unsettling the ears of a child who was covering his ears.

He tried to leave the house, when he opened the door he saw his father coming home.

‘Never say anything to your Dad!’ mother's threat.

He was shocked and scared. I don't want any more fights between Mom and Dad.

Damrah frowned seeing his son, he went inside, hearing a ludicrous voice. He opened the door and saw his wife playing in bed with another man.

Instead of apologizing, the woman scolded and blamed him for being poor. Even the woman chose to leave the house. His only son chased and held his mother's hand, asking her to stay and not leave.

Damrah hugged her crying son. He did not think his heart was restless all this time because his wife cheated on him.

The days go by, though,

Ari Damrah, his only son often cries and pensive. He often took his son to work. In a famous coffee shop.

Damrah worked diligently and diligently, deepening the effort, so he opened his own coffee business. The business he run is going well, he was able to buy his own house which is quite luxurious, then a very large land around the house.

His business is growing, even he has several employees.

In the afternoon, he walked leisurely with his son Ari Damrah. He saw a pair of children in shabby clothes, dirty and looking very hungry.

Damrah gave them money and ate. “Where are you staying?” ask Damrah.

The two little boys bowed, “I will drive you, I want to meet your parents.” he continued.

“Thank you Uncle, we don't have any more parents. They have long since died. We are just two, have no home.”

Damrah hugged the two children. “Are you willing to stay with me?” ask Damrah expectantly.

“He is Ari, my son. What's the name of you two?”

“I'm Hasan, my sister's name is Viza, Uncle.”

“Good name. Come on, shaman, son.”

“Honey, let's share it with them.” pinta Damrah on his son.

Ari grunts, doesn't like it. Hasan and Viza fell silent.

“Can't be like that. Come on, let's go with Uncle.” Damrah took the two children with him.

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