About Taste

Refusing an Offer

Kiran returned to activities like students in general. Eva's baby is comfortable being cared for by her mother, and she is currently concentrating on her abandoned college days taking care of Eva's needs.

Eva's son is now 1 month old. The baby, named Hanum, grew up healthy, never bothering Kiran let alone her mother. Although occasionally crying very long, but his mother knows how to cope with such a baby.

currently, he is in the campus grappling with a hot day in the lecture room which he said feels hot because of the ongoing discussions are quite fierce and mind draining.

For about two hours he was in a classroom that was not that big. But enough to make his head feel flattered. It seemed like he needed to rest first and needed to cool down his heart and mind.

Kiran decided to go to the cafeteria, at least she could drink a cold drink. Kiran took a rather corner spot, because he did not want to be disturbed by the already quite crowded canteen atmosphere.

Kiran is indeed a lonely person, she does not really like the crowd. Sometimes he went everywhere himself, the closest friend to him during college. But dear Eva now no longer exists.

At the moment he really feels very alone, he needs a friend he can talk to without feeling shy. But who? The question suddenly came to his mind. Even though he didn't want to think about it too much.

When enjoying the orange ice in front of him, his eyes momentarily fell on the scene that although fleeting but very interesting attention it. As if he had been sucked into a vortex over what he had just seen, Kiran saw someone passing in front of his desk, and from whatever side he looked and from whatever angle he looked, he was sure that the man was Rizal. The man who has been very time consuming just to just imagine and remember again how his figure.

He stopped drinking and further sharpened his eyesight, it was true that Rizal.it was very bad he stood up and called him and let Rizal sit with him that afternoon drinking iced oranges.

It has been two years since he and Rizal officially broke up. Only now did Kiran see Rizal again after such a long time that had passed. Although the desire to call Rizal was very large, but the voices he wanted to release were only stuck in his throat and he could not say anything but silence. Until the figure of Rizal disappeared from his view and went far away from the canteen.

Kiran regretted why she had no more courage to just greet Rizal. And if it is calculated how many longs he yearns for the man, then countless times he spends just to miss him.

But it all happened so quickly and so briefly. All the dust of his courage seemed to fly and he was currently just a lump of stiff body that was unable to do anything but regret itself.

With a shunt step, he stood up and improved the cafeteria and returned to his boarding house. Kiran dropped her body onto the fairly soft mattress.

Then he tried to close his eyes and tears had flowed down both of his eyes. He did not expect how fragile he was if he had come into contact with the man named Rizal. He is not able to face everything. His feelings, his anxiety, his restlessness, he could not reveal any of it.

As usual, he grabbed a book and a pen from his desk.His fingers danced on sheets of paper and created a poem from his heart. While from a hot day, it is currently creating rain from cloudy clouds that are as generous as its heart. Shortly thereafter, the rain fell with a burst of water dots hanging from the window of his room. He still creates his poems.

About the rain and you

Reminds me of a line of remembrance

Crying cracked pieces

A story ends at the end of the story

The rain always brings back the longing

The one that was torn, when I turned away from the tears I sent and shed all the fret singing

You always remind me of pain

In my conscious room and outside I want to

Then, secretly I still miss.

"Secretly I still miss" he said...

The rain was slowly falling also in his heart, on his face and in his search for the real space. Kiran felt so sad from today to see the person she loved so much pass by in front of her.

Without caring for his presence and without knowing that there was a pair of eyes that loved him from afar. Who wants it more than anyone, who wants his good days to be gnawed by memories and longs.

Kiran took off all her fatigue by trying to put her eyes to sleep until the rain outside stopped dancing in isolation to her own feelings. He also fell asleep lying a piece of wound from a longing that he did not know where he would be sown.

A ringtone from his HP jerked his conscious. An SMS has been received. But he did not know who sent the SMS. He read a glance then he was surprised to stare at his HP screen.

Met mlm Kiran's,

How are you doing? You good2 sj?

Long time no see...

Sender:

\+6281354559530

More or less that is the content of a short message that is intended for him. He was amazed by the SMS message. "Don't see each other?" He remembered something anyone knew he forgot the greetings of one of his friends. Whether it was his High School friend or who yet he felt he had found no answer to his attempt to figure it out.

Finally the SMS he just ignored without intending to reply to the short message.

Although still curious, but he did not want to comply with his desire to further find out who exactly the sender of the SMS. He turned to the pile of books on his desk. The books are Kiran's guide books to complete the task of the lecturer who was given last afternoon.

It is very complicated and makes it saturated. Even for him lyrics even though he was lazy, especially to do it.

But since Karen's task must be in the group as soon as possible, she also tries to spread herself in order to complete all these tasks.

"A little more," he muttered to himself.

The night had fallen further and further, while he was still trying to complete the task. Without realizing it turns out time has shown at 03:00 in the morning. He immediately closed his books and immediately rested his body and brain.

Today he remembered more than usual. This is what makes him feel so much more tired.