A Couple Against
BUDDY
Flower House.
Boredom struck Flowers. Since last night, his HMJ friends went on vacation to kaliurang. was Bunga, this Sunday he passed by just sleeping all day. In the evening, without drowsiness, the flower feels very empty. His wandering mind eventually led him to recall something Bu Inggrid said a few days ago. Blog Rama, ' Inner Flowers.
Through Google, it did not take long for Bunga to find Rama's blog. He began to read one of Rama's notes in it :
*I'm in a place where I can be a man who walks on his own feet. I was in a place where I could be a man who decides with his own head. I am in a place where I can be a man who gains power over his own body.
I'm in a place where I can be someone who doesn't find the power of treasures, thrones, and soldiers*.
"Who have you been walking on whose feet? all this time you've decided with whose head?" bunga said alone in front of a computer screen in his room.
Flowers kept mocking Rama's records which he chose at random. Despite the emotion, Bunga continued to read other Rama's records. At first it was just a fad, but the Flower looks more than just that
Flowers slowly restyled her seat, she wrapped her fingers on her chin with her index finger at the tip of her lips, her white face was getting more radiant as the Flower leaned her head closer to the monitor screen.
*I'm telling you, brother. There will be many situations like this afternoon, where no one will come to offer her a hug or armpit when you call 'mama'.
Your fate is in your hands.
"His sister is still SD, invited to ride Merbabu?" Bunga shook his head in response to a note in a photo that Rama uploaded on his blog. "Crazy man" he said again, continuing his reading.
*They (our children/sisters) are a shadow of what the fate of this country will be. They must learn to balance or get used to being able to survive outside their usual 'God' facility right.
From art and nature. Children will be 'figured' by experiences, that enjoying the process is the main thing behind all achievements*.
Flowers were silent for a moment. No criticism of his lips. Before long, he directed his computer pointer again to move to another note.
A person who is given grace by God in the form of enthusiasm and/or sensitivity to be able to explore the pleasure of kretek and coffee, there is no reason for him not to love the archipelago.
"Why did you refuse my coffee? Want sweet, salty, asem, once the coffee remains coffee right?" said again.
Flowers turn around by turning their wheeled study chairs. He put his fingers back on the tip of his lips, tapping them a few times. Quotes from Rama's last record make him think or remember something. Before long, he raised his body to walk towards the kitchen and made a cup of coffee.
Along with a cup of coffee in the samoing speaker that had played his favorite song, the flower dissolved until midnight. Through reading, a number one protest on the campus was brought to explore the ins and outs of a man who later troubled his life; Rama.
