Black Room

Longs

Missing is the law of nature when you fall in love

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The world is the waiting room before it comes to black or white as the end of the waiting. Later, man will be responsible for all his speech in the world. Charity and sin will be weighed, until the spiritual right to occupy heaven or hell in eternity (Later).

In the hope of belief in destiny. Man is born and grows up with his own world. Childhood, adolescence, marriage, having children, seeing grandchildren, and old age. Every human being lives by his own story. However, Death is a promise of destiny that cannot be denied by humans. We live to be picked up by death.

I live under my own pressure. The fear, anger, disappointment, sadness and happiness of all those feelings left my heart and mind speechless. I live on two sides. Between black and white. Where one side I always hide as a disgrace.

That is why I am a human being in the dark. Man confined in black space. A space that is despised and forbidden to the public. I don't care about the marijuana debate is a natural plant and there is no written (haram) in the Koran. It is true that all these allegations. But I don't think it's a haram reward. Only humans who use it wrong until it finally becomes illegal. That is why marijuana is legalized.

I was trapped in the illusion of my own head. Thoughts that press on myself before going to sleep. The fear and all the possibilities feel very close to haunting. A futile life, a bleak future, and sins are piled up in the book of destiny. All this feels exhausting. Because I can't get out of the black room either.

One thing I realized. The happiness of being human in the dark, or the beauty in the black space is only the delights of a deceiving world. However, I still chose to live by loving the dark world I chose.

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December has come to end the year. The moon which became a summary of gender to become a memory in 2016. December has come with a fact that I am getting older, and the world is becoming more mortal.

I sat in front of room three with a bunch of students busy reading books this morning. All the students were waiting for the examination supervisor in front of their room. Some drive away boredom by reading books. Nando, ijep, aldi arguing about mathematical formulas. They seemed to suddenly have a learning spirit. December comes with the final semester exam. All students learn as if they were being chased by a deadline.

I took my bb out of the bag. It's eight in less than ten minutes. Damn, it's been 20 minutes the examination supervisor hasn't entered yet. Mumbles.

I read bbm messages from mutia. Yes, I no longer call my lover mother. Mutia told me not to call her mother.

"It's up to you. Call your name, brother or whatever you like is up to you. Don't let it be, unless it's at school. At school I'm your teacher not your girlfriend" mutia messages one day.

In this month, I've been talking to mutia every night. A bbm chat forms a long history of many things. It's a fun memory to discuss. And every morning I meet mutia at school. The meeting that we only filled with reprimands like students and teachers. But already three days mutia no longer have a school schedule. The PKL is over. That means I won't see her again every morning. The smile and laughter will be transformed into a storm of longing that haunts in the journey. Young teachers are released to supervise the exam and are preoccupied with the report that must be completed this week.

"I'll go to school like that. Take care of the pkl report, you can meet you. You are the test spirit" mutia explained this morning. I smiled flatly.

Buk det walked towards my exam room. My exam room next to the teacher-Yang office became the third tenth grade. Buk det explained that the delay in the exam schedule was due to teacher breaving the problem of drumband children who will follow the race at the provincial level. The exam began a few minutes later. I'm having a little trouble working out the challenges of numbers in maths.

I was immersed in the silence of the examination room. Fighting with myself. My left brain and right brain are arguing with each other for abilities.

An hour passed. I'm still giving up on some number out of the forty questions I filled in with origin. I stepped forward to collect the test papers. I stepped out of the room after shaking hands.

Just at the door of the room, I smiled at the mutia who was walking past in front of my examination room. Mutia did not see me because she was walking in a hurry.

"Hurry up, what to look for" little Sapaku from the side.

Mutia turned her head and was surprised to see me who was next to her. Mutia walked with a focused look forward until she did not see me beside her right.

"You. Ehhh"Had to be surprised "How much room is the test?" Ask mutia pleasantries.

"Chair three" I replied smilingly and passing by who stopped in front of the office corridor. "It's a little more fat not to be present these few days" Candaku walked with his back to the road.

Mutia pursed her lips. I laughed a little at him.

"Pray in ibuk report in acc yes" he said.

I'm nodding. And passed dikantin tek rida. Eating and smoking spend half an hour of rest before the second exam.