CONFINEMENT

CH 113 - TWILIGHT

Serunai dusk unravels the color of the square.

Citing remaining orange bias

Before night thrusts me into the silence of the universe.

And the night hugged me with martyrdom.

Until I can no longer hold this face.

Soaking leaves on the horizon.

This is me just having a nice conversation with a hitchhiking.

A line of rainbow colors I held.

Friendly to the shine of the sun.

For a moment I spent a moment on the side of my twilight.

Embroidering the verses of my soul rhyme that carved us.

About a series of characters that hold the rhythm of longing.

The heartburn is still able to sigh as a whole smile

Who will greet the clouds

Sprinkled asmarakala on the sun.

Until we shake closely with the twilight twin.

But above everything else that is laid down.

I told him only in my smile.

There is always a form of longing that always leads me.

Tracing the heart in the park of this site.

Raise your hands and bow down to prostrate yourself in your own life.

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Seven years later, though,

The afternoon was warm to greet the land of the Beach, the glint of the sun as red as copper clutched a bunch of clouds that marched, seen the little children running in a Surau.

"Hi, kids!"

"Let's stop playing."

"When Ashar comes, we pray first."

"Well, Mr. Ustad!" the little children answered together as they ran into the white Surau.

"Sir, let's pray first."

"Put your stationery down first."

"Sir Lik saw that you were busy writing."

"Writing what to, Nduk?" back the man said to a white-hooded teenage girl sitting in Surau's bengong hall.

"yes, Mr. Lik."

"Raya is just learning to write." replied the teenage girl briefly, seen her face blushed while putting down her stationery.

The girl with a stick stepped into Surau where the voices of praise were heard boisterously chanted by small children who were always learning to teach in that place.

After the death of the teenage girl, the green sacrificial man picked up a few pieces of paper left behind by the teenager who was none other than his nephew's Sacred Kingdom.

He read verse by verse the sentence written by the nephew,

'My wife is a frangipani flower

Wind, rain, sunburned, story gripped and I remember it.

As a love that understands what the end of our story is.

A soul that is not tired calls for longing

To Him, the owner of the universe.

Like a bird making a nest of grass and weeds.

I lay down every beauty in Your face, I long for it.

Missing is a journey of unraveling time in the form of meeting after meeting.

His record is written in the night sky, in the lake and at the end of the leaf, longing to follow Your name over and over again.

Longing to say your name over and over again.'

At the end of the last temple is written a name 'Holy Queen'.

Muhibbin smiled and put back the paper he had in his hand to where it was, the man muttered inwardly,

"You're a big boy now, Nduk."

"If Mother and Mother Yu Light still exist, how happy they are to see the current Kingdom."

Now that the Holy Kingdom is eighteen years old, without feeling the time continues to go, the gaze of Muhibbin's eyes was fixed towards the two centers that are north of Surau, Surau, the man then stepped towards Surau where his students were waiting.

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