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the fourteenth day

After the day I was alone

I always go alone

No more guests

But no problem, I'm calm.

I'm used to going out on my own

My heart sees the heart of the universe

But it's not an excuse

For I don't want to heal, still.

It's the last day

Where the pennant is responsible

His willingness to let go

Or the result is looking for.

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Twelve days later

Amis

I was listening to music through earphones at my home complex park. I was no one to accompany myself, even I left without anyone to lead. Since the night Raka gave martabak, raka never saw you again, I don't know why. But, maybe this is for my good with raka. sure enough, what the word raka left to mother to meet in the dream. Every eye is asleep, I always play with raka. I don't know if I made it up but Raka was always in my dreams. Now that the fourteenth day I was blind, I remembered the promise of dawn for me. I couldn't bear it if he had to donate eyes if he didn't find an eye donor for me.

I was listening to Ed Sheren's perfect song, I don't know how many times it's been played, but it seems like it's been a dozen times because I've been in the park for over an hour. Suddenly, there was a call coming into my phone. I immediately pressed the lift button on the earphone that helped me listen to music.

"hello ami, my son"

I was relieved, it was my mother who called me

"yes, what's wrong?"

"let's go home son, have lunch first"

"yes, mom, I'm home"

I got up from the garden chair. My feet stepped with sticks. I touched the power pole, which means I live across the street that runs my house across the street. There was a hand that reached my hand. I don't know who, but this hand is always there every time I want to cross the highway. I've always thanked him, but he never returned me. I don't know who it is, nor have I ever heard his voice. All I know is that his hands are small and cold, one more thing, he's wearing a little watch. Unfortunately, I don't know what a watch looks like.

Since there was no answer at all, I immediately opened the gate of the house, and went inside.

"assalamu'alaikum"

I opened the door of the house that was not in the key. My feet immediately walked towards the dining room.

"uh son, sit down"

I nodded my head to hear my mother let me sit.

"eat a lot of ya"

"ready mom"

I immediately ate the porridge that had been my food for as long as I was blind so that I could eat by myself. The taste of the porridge is a little different and tersa a little bit bitter but I continue to spend it, maybe my tongue is not good enough to eat. Not until I finish, my eyes feel sleepy that can not be held. I just ate again

"mom, I'm sleepy to sleep"

"just go to sleep"

"send me, I'm not strong at all"

"yes"

She took my hand, leading me to the room. I sat on the bed and fell asleep.

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