About Qiandra
Poetry for Gibran
The verse of love in the temple, this is not a cradle but a solemnity (yuliashafira14)
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In the afternoon, the friction of the wind and leaves out there gives rise to a beautiful lyrical melody. Thin fabric was plain as a bulkhead that covers the glare of the sun when it rises, now danced proficiently when used to be an accompaniment to the soft roar nan sepoi when dawn will be beramit.
But there was something different from the movement of the ash-colored cloth, the rhythm this time felt excessive. Well overrated, look. Not only dancing, but also like asking for Gibran's attention, who was sitting shabby while clutching his phone anxiously at this time.
“Why hasn't he contacted me?” his complaints were heard again, thoughts of panic and worry began to plunge freely into his heart. The man returned to dial Qiandra's number. But it stays the same, not connected.
“Did I make a mistake? Ahh, even Kalya doesn't know where she is?” the humming of complaining and despair is now disturbing and difficult to assuage. Aye! when he was going to pick up Qiandra, the man was confused because Kalya said that her girl had left since morning.
But when he stopped by the restaurant, he was again made to panic when not his coworkers said Qiandra had not come. Even Kalya and the others, did not know where the girl was.
The twilight hue is growing finite, the gentle charm of the horizon is even less able to shed Gibran's attention. His uneasiness was now flying and sounded like a symphony that was in the midst of a longing, where was the girl? Is she okay? The man was worried.
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“Halo Kal have you found Qia?” with a hand that controls the steering wheel and an eye that looks at every corner, it does not make it difficult for the man to make calls.
“Not yet, Darel and I have even gone around to the place he might have been. But nil,” replied Kalya.
“Jeez where is he? Alright just continue your search, I'll go back around.” Gibran slowed down his car, because he was not fighting with other vehicles at this time.
His handsome face now thickened with worry, the man had been waiting since this afternoon in his apartment. Waiting for the good news from the confidants!
However, the same answer was repeatedly heard. They can't find him yet! Because of that reason that made Gibran go down directly to look for his girl, he could not hope for anyone else.
Time has passed but the result remains the same, Gibran like down a deserted valley. Anxiety and fear, now singing and making his chest pounding. Wait, this is not a song but a scream.
“Qiandra where did you go?” he was desperate to find. It's almost midnight, and Qiandra? Gibran hasn't found it yet!
Tring, the man's phone is ringing. Darel's name appeared on the screen, Gibran immediately pulled over the car and raised the call from his best friend.
“Did you find it?” ask Gibran without saying stale.
“Not yet, me and the others have been going around but haven't found it.” Jesus, Qiandra, Gibran's breathing is getting heavier. Like being crushed by something!
“You'd better go home! Let me and your people continue the search,” said Darel at the end there.
“Are you crazy? Where can I go home when my girl is out of nowhere? What if he gets lost and is scared?!” That's all Gibran thought, what if Qiandra was scared? He promised to take care of her.
“Calm down, I'm sure Qia is fine. You better go home and let me find him tonight, so that tomorrow we can take turns. We have to share tasks, so as not to fatigue,” persuaded Darel. Right, they can't get tired. He must think clearly!
“Good. But I'm going around once more before I go back" Gibran said.
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The night was getting late, with the beautiful light of the moon the man further deepened his search. But still, all he encountered was the shadow of Qiandra with a beautiful smile.
Time passed, making the car's wheels mute from complaints. Well, fortunately the vehicle can be invited to compromise to get around. Let it be, tonight is a witness to Gibran's struggle to find the Qiandra.
There was no melodious humming that contained the strings of love in the roar of the man's steps this time, the night was now different. Really, he wants to hold Qiandra! but unfortunately the hope was difficult when on the air.
Chequelek
Gibran is entering his apartment unit, and again. Darkness greeted the man, did he forget to turn on the lights before leaving? I don't know. He did not care, without lighting he continued walking and joined with a sense of loneliness to reach the sofa.
He was too lazy and tired to go to the light switch that was not far at the end, let the man moment melt his feelings of worry and longing with the darkness. Only in the dark was he able to bring out the illusion of his girl!
"Qiandra" Gibran said with his eyes closed. Her chest was so claustrophobic when she mentioned that beautiful name!
"Hi Gibran" replied someone. Making his closed eyes instantly open. It's the voice of the Qiandra!
"Qiandra where have you been?" gibran asked, with a quick movement he was standing from his seat and was walking slowly to reach the light switch. The man wanted to immediately bring light in this room, in order to be able to see the state of his girl.
"I'll answer you later, but can you shut up to hear something I want to say? I was too embarrassed to say it under the light. When you're done, you can turn on the lights, "pinta Qiandra.
Gibran expressed the intention to press the on button upon hearing the Qiandra's request, his fingers that had reached the light switch were left hanging in the air.
Silent...
~*They are intoxicated by aging pain, burning pain from silence.
Stripped and dragged forcibly on footing. Do they know?
Himself, lost and out of love.
Dahaga increasingly strangled him in the arid land, all spiteful also cursing the presence of the Dara.
As if forgetting, only love is capable of being called upon.
They don't care!
Once upon a time, a Rajul came and cast a spell.
Himself, summoning the soul under the starry night mist and declaring.
Iloveyou!
That night under the speck of rain, Dara saw the silver of beauty in the earnestness of Rajul.
The languishing virgin had to stop the happy sweetener from wailing.
But increasingly, love forcibly takes away misery. Bring honey in the same cup! pinta si Dara's. He will gulp the liquid with the Rajul.
Hi my rajul, happy birthday.
Did the moon convey my longing to you*?~
The Apartment light turned on Gibran after that question sentence, the man's eyes went around looking for his girl.
There! Right near the dining table, a girl was standing with a sweet, fluffy smile. The man could not hold himself back anymore!
Gibran ran over and instantly drowned the Qiandra in his arms, this girl! He could have smiled after making a stir in the man's chest.
“I'm looking for you!” gibran's arms are tight.
“I know! sorry for making you worry,” he said so gently.
"No! Because you freaked me out." As if worried, Gibran's hug tightened but didn't hurt the girl.
“Hey, you're making it hard to breathe!”
"Sorry." the man loosened his embrace, and stared inside the Qiandra.
“Happy birthday my rajul,” said Qiandra sumringah. Jesus, this girl always fascinated Gibran!
“Are you moved by my poetry?” he looked at it with Gibran's expression, great wah. Beading the man until it looked different, Qiandra had not expected the response that appeared to be going so far.
“I want to kiss you, so stop talking.” The man hugged his girl again, and Qiandra could only smile upon hearing Gibran's threat.
“Thank you Qiandra!” the girl nodded.
“You know? The poem represented me when I met you, the throwback” that is still in Gibran's arms.
“I know,” added the man.
“Qiandra,”
“Mmm.”
“I love you!”
The voice of Qiandra in the temple is more beautiful than the chirping of birds in the morning, her poetry is like the scrapers of love at the end of the twilight. It's beautiful! The color is in line, as a sign of memory. The poem goes, really! the rhythm is beautiful and melodious when the Qiandra who kicked it.
Note :
*Women's synonyms
*Male synonym stool
