Culinary Asin Cinta

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my heart is waiting for the response from Emoon...

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childhood...

"emoon.."

I was crying

" don't be sad Andra, I'll keep sending you letters"

"but emoon, I don't want to share with you, I'm sad if there's no you"

" i'm also andra, you're my only friend, but papa I have to go, I have to go too "

"emooooonnnn.." my whine.

" i'm sorry Andra, I love you"

her word

"i'm also emoonnn"

whether from when, the affectionate words of emoon stuck in my heart and turned into love, a love that was not easily uprooted from its roots...

memories with emoon make me always faithful waiting for him to come back even without promise...

emoon initially wrote a letter once a week, the letter I read over and over again no word bored...

my heart is happy to hear from him about the beauty of Bandung, about his new school, his new friends, everything he does I know...

as if I would be taken to the city of Bandung there.even the hallway of the road that he passed, I know everything...

his house plan, his neighbor haha.

over time emoon sent a letter to be once a month...

Kunanti the postman who used to send letters shouted her word..

" excuse me. postal" he said.

but the postman didn't stop in front of my house...

I stopped him in front of the house...

" post sir... A letter for me exists?" much

" for Diandra, huh??" he said while looking for my name in the row of letters he carried..

then look at me with a pity look..

" there is no deck yet.may not have time to send "he said comforting me, he said,

this post sir used to send letters in this complex, so he could memorize the names of people here...

the postman relented, in his back and forth the letters more thoroughly...

then she shook her head slowly...

" patience on deck. maybe not yet had time "he said comforting me again.

I nodded in lethargy

and back into the house...

I dropped the body on the bed, I slid my face against the pillow and glazed over

" what's wrong with emoon, why haven't you sent a letter "...

I took the initiative to send a letter to emoon, asking how he was doing, he said,

before long the reply came, he said that at the end of this he was busy, there was a football race between schools he said, so he had to train more often until he did not have time to send letters...

my heart is glad to hear that he is okay..

thank God, emoon is still returning my letter..

even though my heart was still agitated, I felt that there was something stuck that he was hiding from me..

yaa....

all of that is still just my guess..

I look at the photo of Emma sadly, she's not what she used to be...

his words were not as sweet as they used to be, what was with him???

the time alternated, over time emoon did not return my letter, I tried to send him another letter, again and again...

none of which he replied..

I was desperate to send him a letter...

although this heart still always expects him, and I try hard, pretending to be happy without emoon by my side...

...*when wound looms...

Love is uncertain though

I don't know where today is going to be

somehow the world is disturbed..

I'll try to hold your hand

although this wound peri*...

seriated

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