ENTANGLED MARRY OLD OM

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I wanted to fall asleep during it, the wind was so blown but pierced to the bone. The season when the rain is strewn wet the earth like a pair of lovers who are holding warm a scrap of a dream.

I want tomorrow there's a sunrise sweeping this wet taste. Creates a warm, beautiful and scented loop.

For a moment I opened my eyes, looking beautiful. Do I belong to a world that is frenzied again. I was confused, wanting to run after something I couldn't remember what to pursue.

The world is bright, but it is as bright as I wish. I was behind my own feelings. Nothing warm just coiled in cold, damp. Wanting to feel it I screamed made the whole world freeze but my voice was not as great as the waves.

The feeling of my chest tightening, can no longer afford my diaphragm deflated.

But one thing I remember, there were soft hands, warm, loving eyes, clear even a sincere smile. I was confused, scared and wanted to run, but could I?.

I'm just a weak body, with full of wounds. No. You must not cry, if you cry, you will lose.

The one who first carried me, warmed up like a mother. I wanted to scream but couldn't, maybe my world was beautiful but without rhythm and sound.

The orange that dries on the western horizon is like the hue of love in a cloud. Like a miss melody that is nameless, but does it miss?.

What is the name of this world? what they are after. From the light of the world to the crawl of the night is only a false shadow.

I can't play a role even though my eyes are tired of the light. I can't dream even if I want to be lost. Is the flying dust freer than the soul imprisoned in the body.

I wanted to stop but only the darkness was in my shackles. I want to be with the invincible baby to explore the world. A drizzle that reminds me of the world. What does it mean to feel if the pain will be lost it hurts. Bloodless yet wounded, vengeful will be persecuted, is this destiny?. No, because in destiny tucked away effort, in discourse tucked into the headline.

I'm not a coward, a loser, what else is a bastard. But does karma still exist?, justice begins to be slaughtered, truth begins to be gambled. Whatisthis? what is only money is called fate, destiny and karma.

Although crawling, cribbing, to worship but no more pity no more heart. A face full of sin like an angel of blessing. The sound of a slashing sword blade was only like a melodious rhythm on a sad day.

The cry of forgiveness is like the longest verse in a beautiful tone. A fake laugh was like just a sizzle of wind. There was no speech in the world drama, only an eye gesture that made my feathers stand up.

When all was over, only a fishy smell was left that adorned the air. Nose-piercing hints at a dramatic, pointless farewell. All of his silence was like a solemn last salute on the long road to the edge.

Tears are no longer valuable, heartache even makes wounds. There is no tomorrow if you don't fight, you don't get tired of walking. There is no worry for a bet that is A LIFE BET.

Blood drizzle in June.

ARVIANDRANA EXCEL PRATAMA

Andra closed her final note, a mature man sitting in a wheelchair. But with a charming dignity and charisma, handsome again a rich person both from the family side and even the effort he perseveres.

The mature man aged three heads, staring at the old photos of several decades ago, he always stared at the afternoon full orange color of his luxurious residence by looking at the photo.

"Master"

The man turned to the pair of adult female assistants as well as the adult man.

"Say?"

"Great master told you to have dinner tonight?"

"Tell my dear Daddy that, I'm busy telling his adopted son to represent"

"If he's desperate?"

"Okay sir, we will tell you"

"Don't forget, the old man is going to have a birthday, bring a fancy gift for him so that he doesn't feel abandoned by his relatives"

"Good sir"

The housekeeper serves a sumptuous healthy breakfast for his master.

"Roy...."

"I'm the master"

"How's our organization?"

"Walk well sir"

"What clients still believe in us, even though I rarely take missions"

"Still believing in the full master, would you like to visit?"

"No, I'm mourning Roy"

"Master, you"

"This is only in memory of those who took care of this body with great difficulty and patience"

"Here you go, how's dad doing?"

"He chose to live in a nursing home because of his many peers"

"Supervise him, provide comfort good service, take care of him like his father's thing is already taking care of my mommy as long as I don't come home"

"Well sir there's more?"

"Always give flowers on opa and oma headstones if their favorite flowers wither"

"Good"

"Put the caretaker at home in country A, if one day mommy wakes up she won't lose more of her memories"

Roy nodded in agreement with all the orders of his master that he had followed for more than 20 years.

"I'll take a break, no guests for the next three months"

"Okay, my master"

Andra went into her room to rest however she was very tired to pretend to be deformed in front of everyone so that her foster brother would not fuss.

SERIATE.