ADINA & FATE

24. Heart Renung.

Juntai-juntai rinai that fall from the top of the isthmus create a blind in the eyelid. Light rays in the small garden in front of the full-blown decorated house in the middle of the dream staring fixed into the wall of night space with a wet black fence sometimes glittering dripping down the falling water.

The cold felt, which rarely hit the face like slapping the kangen taste of the haunted face of Bukit.

Fate close his shoulders to the pillars of the House, long enough He glared far in the dark of the wet night.

There is a sense of deep biting in the recesses of the heart, a concern that again seems to curse his steps back.

The shadows of Adina and Nada's face alternately stalked wherever her thoughts flew, like no twig could be reached.

Asa for the sake of despair returned scattered, free regardless without being prevented from heart. More and more for the love that exists, so difficult to take sides, in the eternal sense that can not feel all will lead to where?

Fate rubbed his face. Swiping away all the fret that is occupying the heart.

The felt passage of time, brought back his wavering journey that had been buried deep in the valley of the heart.

Barren and arid who have ever passed must return will be tempuhi.

The shadow of the face of Light flashed back, as it joked in love on the Hill. The length of her hair gives her a fragrance at the time of kissing her, sparkling the morning Mentari. Everything was beautiful, and it was full of aral. The difference in the status of his family who work for the Light family makes the wall feel the same on the foot, although the separation is also finally.

Meeting Nada was like rediscovering the light lost from her heart. There is not much different from the romance that is lived with the Light, with Tone all the memories created are so beautiful, so is the aral that gets in the way. The walls of feeling are always there fencing, though the same climb should end in separation as well.

And now with Adina, when she felt she had lost both. He also understood that there will always be aral in every step, as well as with Adina. A wall of middle sense was in his heart and Adina.

Fate increasingly in staring at the curtain of water that fell in front of him.

Echoes in his mind, making him want to get back glued in contemplation. In order to be able to digest from all that is now being felt.

The grains of love in the heart are as clear as a wet night, feeling bitter with the faces in the corner of his eyes.

How He lived the love that was, while the old love was back.

It is impossible to leave Adina for Nada, and vice versa.

But the love of both is like supporting his soul in anxiety.

He doesn't want to choose, he doesn't want to hurt anymore. But living will add new pain, because He believes no woman wants to share a heart, because love is having it all.

Fate lifted his head.

Forama He told Adina about Nada?

Fate lowered his face back, staring slowly at the light from the passing motorbike with the rider in a rain suit, breaking through the frigid night.

His fear now seemed to cloud his eyes, considering the words He was going to say in front of Adina.

He can feel Adina's face later if he hears everything.

Fate immediately stared at the shiny floor at his feet.

It seems that He will not be able to see it. Begitun also with Nada, although Ronal has become her lover but in her heart...

The fate of peeling the night color plan with the restless available, increasingly dark and concentrated.

Aurora hearts that once made a beautiful night, it is difficult to be re-enjoiced. The white swan is still sick, and the Snowy owl is sick.

"Adina... Tone ..." softened his heart, with a heavy sigh.

Rinai who fell was clearly visible in the spotlights of vehicles passing on the fence. The sound of a slow horn is sometimes heard between the mounds of asphalt as the police sleep.

Remang above worry in musing and rinai, blending the sense of self that feels falling. It feels like a burden on the heart. How to live the love that exists? do I have to pass the time? While now in the heart he no longer wants to give up with a lot of time to take away his heart.

He wants there to be an end to his love journey now, even though where will his heart really dock?

He wanted to see laughter and sorrow at the end of his life with the person he loved most, becoming friends in every breath.

Fulfilling every favor of love that is gulped in the charm of the heart, embroidering the color of love all the time in the cleanness of the heart.

Grief in the deckapnya love, pampered like in the embrace of love. Hugging a full header shakes in the chest of the heart, feeling sore by caressing the affection of the heart.

The bright dreamy plains in step from the smile on the side, holding sincerely until the morning shone brightly. Penetrating her despair in warm encouraging words.

Fate coughed softly, a chill began to infiltrate in his breath.

He warmed his mind again. Rinai-rinai in the sky continued unceasingly to the Earth, the ripples of memories increasingly teased the lena in her heart.

Recalling the beautiful times that have been experienced, the smiles of the faces that have been and now he loves are vibrant with a breezy breeze that hit.

Kissing love that once churned, sighing with the pill in finding the truth of the step, or time wasted.

It is in vain that feeling buried in the depths of the heart, together with time that will not be repeated again, only a piece of the story that returns, ends in injury and torture.

The time piers left behind, there is only debris that damages the eyes.

The jellies in the empty space of love are tightly closed with the sick stuffy.

What's with the step?

How to step now?

At which time will it be radiant?

When did it all end?

The question that is being struck, to the night and the rinai falling. Only the cold answered, only the starry waver.

Fate lowered his face back from the glint in the distance to disperse the contemplation in the heart, closing his eyes softly.

"there is always light in the dark, there is always a way in every dark" As a sliver in his heart.

Slowly opened his eyes, though the rinai still fell.

Exhales a heavy breathing plan, before his steps leave the night in his shade, to enter the House.

Allied with time seems to be the best path that now rests in his mind, carving it all together with time with all the risks that will be able and easy to meet, stepping in time whatever the outcome. At least no longer visited by him, all will be summarized in every step, all will be felt whatever the pain, because all will be inscriptions engraved on the monument of his life.

Fate momentarily stared at the dangling curtain of rinai, slowly closing the door of the House as well as pondering in the heart. Hope the morning that comes gives a fresh breeze in its steps tomorrow.

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