A Piece of Broken Wing

not a small star

"i tried to resist the vain taste, for I knew the pain of disappointment.

I tried to follow my common sense instincts, my heart, and my soul, it's been no good, ever since".

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when your shadow is still stored, as much as I can throw it, high up in space.

it felt free, but still I tried, again, and again.

even though I am here, and you are there, why can't I pass, from the constant intrusion, also seducing me to always remember you.

I had a dream, to be with you for the rest of my life.

I have also promised myself that I will always love for whatever reason.

so what's today? a hope that materializes? or the worst curse?

hi you who are there, suddenly miss someone who makes us fall in love and get hurt is sick, huh?

what is missed, will also remind about his wounds right?

you know what not?

I can actually forget you a little bit,

it turns out true, together with new people can make a little forget about the wound, just deserve you always forget me, when with new people.

I also, when with him my day is fun. he can make me laugh irregularly, aka he can make the real soul in me come out unconsciously.I can laugh loosely, I can laugh freely,and the soul of that thug you used to say, came out on its own.

I'm happy, he understands me, never asks for my best side, he's proud of my dark side.

I'm not sure, but he never asked me to be nice, or maybe not? I don't know, at least for now, I'm happy because he accepted me so well.

this should be enough, a lot of time has been wasted, everything is just about you.

I myself feel bored, therefore, actually remembering about you, makes me feel angry.

that's crazy, isn't it you? I'm really sick of ice, everything about you I want to forget always.

but still, you're always there where I leave you.

you're happy, can you let me not remember you anymore?

again, about yourself. ohhhh my dear little heart, why do you refuse to forget.you know and understand very well, why you are still loyal. being loyal to the wrong person will not be good, oh my heart dear, do not waste your time on someone who does not embrace you beautifully at all.

comeon! we can, we'll face our new world together.but please dong, don't you remember about him betraying, passing away, and hurting.

forgetting it cannot be, if it is just this body, you heart must also work, love your new occupant, help him try hard to destroy you.

just try this one time, don't you remember it anymore, throw him away from your bottom, throw him away let him disappear.

Nisa wrote with emotion, after she rolled her diary paper, she put it in a plastic bottle.

he wanted to throw her far away, hoping that after this there would be no more memory of her hurting him.

Nisa then puts the bottle into her long Hoodie,

then he rode his motorcycle, out of the yard and left casually, occasionally enjoying his afternoon, until he reached the place he was headed.

Nisa turns off her motorbike, then walks towards the long, deserted bridge, by holding on to the mast of the bridge, Nisa takes out the bottle she packed from her house.by taking her breath in a deep ,and closing her eyes, Nisa threw her dairy bottle very strongly. A moment later, her eyes opened, and saw the bottle seemed to be tossed udder on the ground.he looked at the sky that began to turn yellow orange, and, occasionally hoping, even if it only looked like a star in the sky, it was fine, at least he was still trying, for himself at this moment.

his heart was satisfied this time with a smile, he hoped there would be no more tear drama after this.His heart must be ready, let go who has gone. and he must rearrange the space in his heart, because life is still going, and hopes, and dreams, are waiting before our eyes.

there is no reason to keep waiting, it is good faithful.but some things, sometimes require to move and pass.

after a while, Nisa returned to riding her motorcycle, whistling a little whistle, following the chirping of birds that seemed to be coming home to them.

dusk is already seen with a slick, orange sparkle looks very bright in the western horizon there.

with a hurry, Nisa drove forward her motorcycle, because the twilight was getting down, marked in a moment I heard the sound of adzan magrib.

after a while, Nisa Samapi returned home.

"where are you from?" ask Nisa's father.

"evening road, it's quiet, there's no dust" replied Nisa while grinning . then continue to enter the motorcycle into her trunk.

"win the tumben, what wind ? usually also just asked to buy what to the stall just do not want" said the father again .

"hehe said, my father was kind and not arrogant.if today, the weather is good, there are no cars, and only a few motorcycles, just a few, which passed this afternoon, so Nisa was interested in just walking, while snapping the twilight." replied Nisa while entering her house, then closed some windows that were still open.

"yes it's up to you, just don't be like that" replied the father later.

"eh eh this kind-hearted son of yours, ever do anything?"nisa's protest against her father is unacceptable.

"whether you know, you're just reminding and keeping watch." replied the father then closed the door and walked back .

Nisa is just a manyun to hear his father's words, then follow his father walk behind him .

shortly afterwards, the voice of the Adhan is heard, Nisa wants to enter her room.

"magrib magrib mbok Yo sat here to ndok, while horrifying the adhan, magrib magrib kok even entered the room" said Nisa's mother later.

"iya Bu for a moment, Nisa wants to take a tie of hair doang kok. Nisa's hair rope is broken, it will even get wet in front of all if for ablution" explained Nisa to her mother.

"ooooooo is good" replied Nisa's mother later.

after the adhan is finished, the father stands first to take the water of ablution, in the mother continues to follow, and in the following with Nisa.

they perform worship together.