Enough I Know!
Chapter 8's
POV Author
Hm... Not noticeably, the black book will soon end its task. The paper in the book is almost finished.
Therefore, Alfian went to the bookstore after taking some money from inside his safe.
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“I can't reach you
Never could
Even though I am tired
It can't come off again
You're just a dream to me
Not to be real
And the wolf tastes to you
Must be extinguished and it ends"
Alfian sang softly as he patted the black colored steering wheel that he was holding. The traffic light is showing its red color.
The man had to wait for a while until the lights showed a green color.
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Alfian walked around the shelves which gave a view of the various types of notebooks.
Currently, he continued to look at the black written book with a touch of gold in the corners, making a luxurious impression on the written book.
“That's right, take this." the man murmured softly, his hand moved to take the black book, and another book, maroon-red with black spots. Only two books in total.
But, instead of going straight to the cashier, Alfian continued his steps onto the shelf containing fictional novels.
Alfian picked up one of the books titled Seaside, after reading the description of the book, this man decided to buy them all.
Not only that, some books made by indigo children he took.
When he was satisfied, he went to pay for his books.
“Here are the books?" ask the cashier friendly. Alfian nodded.
“Good in total, Rp245.000." The woman wrapped the books into a plastic with a size that is not too large.
Alfian took out three hundred thousand pieces of money, then placed the money on the cashier's table.
Already receiving his change and the book, Alfian immediately left the bookstore.
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Thursday, 15 July 2021
~ Don't you think my silence is a sign of my weakness. I am silent because I am gathering the greatest strength against you. Don't underestimate my tender-looking heart, for in fact there are many hardships and grudges in that heart. ~
~ I hate you. Hating you so much, you made me feel weak. But what really happened was, I pretended to be weak so you felt you were strong. But, after you succeed, you take me for granted. ~
~ This heart is confused, actually, where is your fault? Where is my mistake? Why is it so complicated? Where's the bright spot? Why can't we find him? I kept wondering, why, and where. A lot of questions hit my brain and myself. ~
~ Why don't we just make peace? I want to make peace. But where are you now? We are strangers who do not know each other now. Maybe you and I don't even know how far we are. ~
~ I'm here, you're there. When you laugh happily, I cry bitterly. While you were gathering with your friends, I sat alone in the darkness that haunted me. ~
~ Why can't we still find a small lantern that can illuminate the room we form? ~
~ I'm tired, you're tired too. We are both tired, what can we do to get excited about our respective routines? ~
Marked,
Alfians.
The man closed the newly purchased notebook, because a single tear had already damaged his writing.
“Writing is painful, if you do not reveal what you wrote to others. Another thing, if the writing is you tell to other people." suddenly Vito went into Alfian's room with two glasses of warm tea.
Tuk.
The sound of the glass clashing against the wooden table echoed small in the wide room.
“Mean you?" Alfian rubbed his two eyes roughly, silently of course.
“Gue knows why you often sit in this room, but I still don't know what your problem is now." Vito sipped his tea.
Alfian fell silent, he did not expect that there was someone who knew what activities he was doing in this room.
“Why do you always hide your problems from us? Who do you think I am? Who is Pierro, the same Xavier in your life? I guess you think of me, Pierro, Xavier, as your own best friends. But I guess I was wrong?" Vito spoke straight to the core.
Alfian swallowed something in his mouth, “Because I don't want anyone to be burdened because of my problem which is not how much, and I also consider you guys are more than friends, I thought you were my own family."
Even Alfian was still able to laugh at a time like now.
“Not to laugh when you want to cry. Don't be tough, don't be strong." Vito looked at Alfian's eyes sharply.
Alfian stopped the laughter that had been continuously coming out of his lips.
“Same story me. What is rasain. This time I'm making it." Vito turned his right index finger on the edge of the glass.
Alfian shook his head, “Gak. I told you, my problem is not big."
“If it's not big, then why do you often cry while writing in your book?" Vito pointed at the old black book.
Alfian was stunned, this man was completely shocked, it turned out that Vito knew that! Though usually Alfian always locks the door when he wants to write, so no one will know. How did his best friend know?!
“Diem right lo? Can't answer, can you? Means what I'm talking about really. Maybe you are confused, why I can know, because there are days where you write, and forget to close the door. I've had it twice, you know, your back shakes."
Oh no, Alfian's a whim! Vito managed to uncover a little of his secret. Only a little indeed, but it has a very big impact on the secrets that he has been hiding meetings so far.
“Gue... I just wrote a fictional story. Emm... Keep on, I. get into the mood. There's nothing." Alfian swallowed his saliva again.
“Ohh... A fictional story? Try where here, I want to read ‘ fiction stories' that you make. As far as I know, you never write two books, if it's a fictional story. You know that's bosenan's guy." Vito raised an eyebrow.
The deg!
