I'm Putting My Destiny on You

Farewell

Andreas dragged his suitcase after getting off the car that was delivering to the airport. A steady step followed by the loyal beautiful woman creeping on his arm. There was a lot of feeling going on inside the man. Many things are felt but cannot be said.

There was a sense of being left behind, but he was unlikely to carry it. The taste he hoped would soon melt, buried in memories. Let it be a secret without ever being a story. Everyone should return as they should.

'' Honey, drink ?'' tawar Diandra thrust a bottle of mineral water at Andreas as they sat side by side, while waiting for their plane to depart. Andreas smiled thinly, then took the water given by the lover.

'' Thank you, said Andreas as he stared at the bead of the lover. Diandra smiled and nodded. His heart seemed to float receiving the gaze he so longed for. A gentle gaze full of sincerity, a gaze that always makes him melt and fall on the charm of an Andreas Wiratama.

'' I miss you very much said Diandra, who now rests her head on Andreas' shoulder. No matter the people around him, even the Andreas family was sitting not far from them. He just wants to shed all his misses.

Andreas gently rubbed the long black hair. Closing his eyes. Trying to recognize a faint taste in the heart. Is there still a spark left in his heart for the woman he now holds his hand ?.

Andreas closed his eyes, looking for a taste that might still be left behind. And he did not find the shakes in his heart. Could it be that all of his tastes had disappeared without a trace ?. Oh, what an evil heart that can no longer feel its rightful taste.

''Kiss you too, one lie said from the lips of the man to please the woman who was still leaning on his shoulder. Because in fact the taste was never even implied in the chest.

A lie capable of publishing a sweet smile on that beautiful face. And the crib tightened in Andreas' arm. Deck that should bring comfort. But it turns out that now the touch just makes Andreas fret. The touch no longer feels comfortable.

The voice calls from the officers for them to get into the air plane. Andrew stood up from his seat. Raising a hand at the woman who looked down at him. Andreas smiled wryly without pulling his hand.

Diandra smiled as she grabbed that hand. For him this is the way for him to get back to that love. Love that seems to have faded. But now there is optimism within. That love can come back.

Andreas grasped the hand, trying to recognize the sense that now no longer shook his soul. If love can grow out of habit, she wants to get used to the woman who has been faithful to her heart. He did not want to hurt this woman.

The sturdy man seemed to let out a long sigh, pausing his steps for a moment as he climbed the stairs about to enter the plane. It felt the wrath of the man's hand on the woman's palm. Making Diandra realize, there is a fret that fiddled in the chest of her lover of heart.

Andreas looked back for a moment, before finally stepping into the plane. That feeling welcomed his heart. He would completely leave this small town, leaving behind a memory imprinted in his heart.

A warm family full of love . Wise teachings delivered in practice without patronizing. And a beautiful girl who is able to thrill the heart. He met here in this small town. And now he's gonna leave her. A memory that will always be engraved in the heart.

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Thin clouds marched following the wind that blew. The blue sky shows its charm. Looks bright, bright with a sun smile . What a bright day offers joy in the heart of every person.

But not with the navy hooded girl who stands between the rice fields. Closing his eyes enjoyed the restless roar of his soul. There was an undisclosed tightness, but it trapped him.

In his hand was a pretty brooch of white butterflies. Brooch who will always remember, that he was introduced to the name of love. A beautiful taste that makes itself flower.

But maybe it makes him forget. Until the feeling was not allowed to flourish in his heart. He must let go of that taste. The feeling that is still shackling. In the so-called miss.

The face still looms in memory. A gentle smile brings a warming feeling. But he should be able to shake it. He believes that he knows what he needs, not what he wants.

'' Thank you for ever being present in my life, being a color that I have never known before, said Alfi while staring at the brooch clasped in his hand.

A plane flashed above Alfiani, making him look up at the sky. Smiling at the fast-passing plane. And then disappear from sight.

'' Goodbye, if God will allow us to meet. I hope this is no longer the same. Hopefully I can look at you as a big brother said Alfi who was still looking up at the sky.

Although he was not sure that there was an Andreas on the plane. But let him, with his imagination, say farewell in silence.

'' O Allah, bestow upon him all your graces, blessings and love. Thank God you introduced me to this feeling. The feeling that You have given me and taught me about sincerity whispered Alfi's heart ended with a smile. He believes that everything that happens must have a meaning that he may not be able to understand. But one thing he certainly believes, all that happens is the destiny of the Divine.