About A Taste

Change in a Day

Twenty February two thousand twenty.

I made up my mind to get out of the small town where I was born, and where so many people loved me. I want to go to Tokyo, a large and magnificent city for the sake of realizing the dream of becoming an artist.

Morning illuminated by the sun really looks very beautiful and bright. I cleaned up the things I wanted to carry with me my beloved pink suitcase. From last night I was reminded to take care of my luggage, I have done from yesterday, only my time is up to consider the works that will come with me to Tokyo. Nan is still busy cleaning my clothes.

In the midst of my busy life choosing which bikini I would bring, my mother opened the door of my room with a hairline that was still rolled up and wore a thin negligee. "Jeez Dinaaa. From last night didn't you remind me? Why are you trying? until now, the shower has not been because of the busyness of the clean-up." Said my mother. I turned my eyes to Mom for a moment, but at once my eyes were fixed on the mirror next to my mother standing. I looked for a moment at myself with messy hair like a haystack of rice with a black tantop top and a mini shot subordinate. I'm so screwed right now. My mind continues my work.

I heard a quick step approaching me. His hand slapped my shoulder and at that moment I thought that he would scold me. But in fact it is not. Mother told me to take a shower and neatly arrange myself while the mother would continue to take care of my clothes. "Thank you, Mom." I said as I got up and walked quickly to pick up the wash towel and headed to the bathroom in the kitchen.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw the saji hood on the dining table and peeked at the contents of "It turns out it's there." I said while walking. I looked at the wall clock because I wanted to know what time it was. I was a little shocked to see the long hour hand on the number twelve and the time showed it was now eight o'clock exactly.

I went into the bathroom and came out after a while with wet hair and moist skin and a fresh face. It means I am ready to start my new day. Given the time that kept going, I accelerated my pace from the bathroom in the kitchen to the living room where the dining table was. As soon as I walked into the living room, I saw the dining table that was originally empty was now filled with the smell and smoke of my father's cigarette, who uses glasses while reading News Paper and accompanied by a glass of fragrant white coffee. I walked quickly to the dinner table and sat across from my father, with the bath towel expanding wide from my right shoulder to my left covering my chest.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to college first?" he said while reading the News Paper and turning off his cigarette butts. I'm speechless. Give a long pause while scooping rice and vegetables are available under the hood of food to the diner plate. "Advertisement father!" keep firmly. I stopped my activities for a moment, and placed the spoon on the right side of the plate. For a moment I stared at the father who was still busy reading the News Paper he was holding. "I might need something called college. But I know it myself, right? where we live today, degrees and levels of education are worthless compared to money." I said while brewing a glass of tea for myself.

"Well if that's the decision you made" said the father, drinking his last sip of coffee and folding the news paper he read on the table. Dad took a deep breath and gave me confidence in what it was like to live away from the old man in the big city. I need to be able to handle that independently.

I ate while I was chewing and while I heard my father talking. At the end of the trust and in my last chew, I took a glass of tea that I had made before. Grasping her with both hands. It smelled so sweet and soft and it re-fresses my brain. I know my dad. As long as he spoke, the point core would remain the same. I understand you're really worried that until your daughter is destroyed, I understand that.

Sekita mother comes at the end of the atmosphere between His Majesty and the Princess. Reminds me of the time that goes on. I immediately got up from the dining table chair and brought all the eating equipment I was wearing, not forgetting the shot glass that my father had used. Take it to the washing plate and then drain it in the slicing place.

After that I walked quickly to the room. Arriving in the room I opened the door and saw my favorite room that was previously crowded and comfortable, full of works that I made. But now it is only a bed space with an empty and empty closet.

Some time later, I came out of the room with a welcome hair style pony and a ponytail-style back pigtail. Wearing a long-sleeved white sweater and black slim caper pants. As well as black flat shoes with a silver ring as a decoration on his head, and brought out my beloved pink suitcase.

I walked quickly to the exit. "Is there anything left?" Dad said as soon as he saw me on the porch, with the checkered shirt he was wearing and the navy blue jeans and loafers on his feet. Not yet had time to answer what I asked, my father immediately ran small towards me "wait a moment," said the father before returning to the house. I peeked out of the outside door, father was in a mess making sure all the windows and doors were neatly closed and the active electronic equipment was off.

I reached out to take the bag that mom held. I am grateful and grateful to my mother because in my pocket contains valuable card and in Rangsel there is p3k and make up.

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Upon arrival at the train station, my father secured my luggage, while my mother gave me a sun-warm smile and motivated me to remain a strong girl both kind and tough. I enjoy listening to my mom and dad. Until the time of farewell has come. My carriage has arrived and all guests are welcome to take their seats as per ticket. Suddenly my little mood changed. I saw my parents standing right in front of me. With a big smile I embrace them both. My face can still smile, but it can't escape. My chest hurts but does not bleed. My little heart is like being squeezed so hard. But I still have to look strong in front of them.

"Goodbye, mother, see you later." I said on the last call.

"Be careful, my dear child. Take care of yourself, do not let yourself be damaged, because you are the most precious treasure for us. If you are tired, take a break. If you don't know, ask a lot. If you fall, get up. If you're upstairs, duck. If your life is slow, be grateful for what you have. And if you miss, Go home, the door will always be wide open to welcome your return. Mother, your words will always be remembered in my banah. I remember wherever I went.

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During the journey, inside the carriage I sat holding my chin and gazed out at the glass of the carriage. See a really beautiful sight. The scenery that combines the mountains and green rice fields on its slopes and the bright light of the Sun in the blue sky is not cloudy. Making myself who had been crying in loneliness is now getting better.

I put both my hands on the table and held my back on the back of the chair. Trying to calm myself and my mind by taking a deep breath and then exhaling it long, so I keep repeating until 3X.

After that, I took my phone from my little bag and left a message to my old best friend.

*Eh say, I'm leaving well. I'll see you around.

Oh yes, I'm talking about the contract we discussed yesterday...

please send us the address please 🙏🙏🙏*

Looking at the current setatus Lina was Off, I put my phone back in my small bag and took out a picture book from my backpack along with some other minimal drawing tools that I had previously tucked in my backpack's small pocket. I draw what comes to my mind and hope that in my life everything will be fine and my plan will run smoothly.