Ikanoids

Meeting through Dreams

“Sometimes dreaming high need tears and long wounds, in order to know success need more struggle.”

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Meet through Dreams December 28, 2017 Flash

backs,

A Dreams, such is the title of the novel that is in the office of DNA Production. Just wait for results, certainty. “Why..difficult to find that happiness?” Lirihnya glance at the story of Mr. Hafiz, one of the admin and Manager Harris J in Indonesia.

The novel's sense of wrong ways couldn't fly that despair at the point of meeting with Harris J. Always hide the crying through poetry. Clever dialogue in weak rhyme when looking online see fans photbar with Harris J.

“Iya, sa know it is a temporary pleasure.” Saying himself.

Adinda herself always blamed herself, has not brought Harris J steps to Indonesia. Although already struggling through the novel for six months plus the disease of insomnia that often hit the head while focusing on the novel. It turns out that when it has arrived there is no certainty from Mr. Hafiz. Vaguely.

My goal is perfect

Clutching the direction of the wound

Where are the dark dreams

Seeing your smile makes your heart beat

Can I find an interview?

We need failure as the best teacher in pursuing a dream step trained through hallucinations of the process of knitting characters, because not necessarily different it is not glimpsed by idols, right?! Because of the commitment made Adinda since this one year there has been no interest in ‘stop chasing dream’ because for the girl ‘ini early dream’ and how she should be faithful in driving that dream until to the destination means with a stage of appreciation by prospective friends, not idols.

Because Adinda continues to believe in novels that deliver impossibility to miracle destinations. And idolizing Harris J is only the direction of the road fostering jealousy in the eyes of his Rabb.

Before going to bed, Adinda took the time to see information from the admin's Instagram JJS Ina. Uneasily do not know the state of his son who is somehow put where. Then, his fingers pressed the comment field, sir, my novel has reached Harris J's hands yet? And the DNA production has been read?

“Oh well, Harris J time is in Solo. And you saw him wearing pink on the vidio. That's me talking to him and saying, ‘Harris there is one fan who wrote. Write a story about you.’ From his expression he was a slightly strange person. He laughed and I said, ‘Harris how about we make him vidio thanks.’ Well I have also sent the vidio to one of the fans who have written his book.” Keep on bright with a happy face.

Ah, is that right?! Harris J likes it?! Mumam Adinda with prancing on the bed.

Hana goes into the room while looking at her own grin front HP, “what are you looking at, Din? Laughter-ketiwi herself.” Hana bengong said.

Smile trus expands on Adinda's face, “nonton what the hell?” Hana was curious herself and the look on her face was a little urgent asking for an explanation, because her daughter did not answer just give an unclear smile.

“This is Ma, live broadcast Mr. Hafiz. Ask the book that has not arrived at Harris J. Mr. Hafiz said that Harris J was very happy to get a novel from sa. Ua! Ma, Dinda is so happy! Because Harris first got a novel gift from his fans.” His passion. Hana was just a grin and then came out of the room again. And Adinda continued watching it live.

The airport? Thought the sister in confusion. Why did he step up to here. Exceedingly

Varinta, his best friend was also there saying goodbye to Adinda's family, because Varinta's parents were busy trading, so only Adinda's family drove them to the airport.

And strangely enough, why go to London? Why Adinda should be interested

take your best friend to a city full of history? The growth of Varinta's parents did not prohibit, but agreed to ananda's request.

On the plane, the confusion is wiped out with the happiness chapter instead of playing. Really am. You can vacation in London. Selfie after that Adinda continued reading the novel. Varinta is busy with HP.

They were in London waiting for a taxi. Both of them immediately reported to

each of the parents. When you are in a taxi, “Rin.tell you dong try anterin us to Harris J address. Who knows, this driver can take us to his house.” Adinda whispered softly in Varinta's ear. Nodding and talking to the driver.

Given that Adinda is not good at English so rely on her best friend.

When we got to the front of the yard filled with beautiful flower plants, both

looking confused for a wrong address, Varinta made sure again to the driver, then the driver

knocking on the owner's door. And not long after, Adinda saw someone

the warmest so the discussion among JJS Ina struggling with the files

on his desk, no mistake, it was Abinya Harris J, Rahim Jung! Adinda

inwardly speaking to themselves.

They were invited to go inside, and the look in the eyes of Adinda was on the man who had already

long wanted to be his best friend was sitting on the sofa, “Harris here! You are a guest!” Shouted Rahim Jung.

“Yeah dad!” Harris J Sahut.

Adinda's eyes can not be separated from the man who has a curly hairstyle is exactly boiled noodles. Busy with HP, while Varinta nudged Adinda's arm and gave a shady look and hope. But the heart refused.

Not long after, Harris' mother came out and greeted them warmly. Her mother

told to accompany him in the living room while he prepared their dinner. But, uh,

Harris J followed his mother into the kitchen.

“Harris, who are the two women? Looks like they're not from this city.” Mother Said.

“No idea, Mam.” Harris replied casually.

Curious. Harris peeked out the kitchen door. The man's eyes were fixed on the cool woman

see the novel he's holding onto his best friend. No.. No, Harris J shook his head very quickly, is that woman named Adinda? Who made me a novel? Harris J was a little hesitant.

“Mam, it's the woman who holds the book called Adinda, who wrote the book about me. Or.don't-don't-do his arrival to London to make sure I read his novel.” Harris said slowly.

Then Harris's index finger pointed at the woman in question, when her mother did not

watch it clearly. “Yaudah it’s okay. No need to worry, the important thing is good intentions.” Her heart is full of warmth. “Then you go there, pity guests are not invited

chat.” Its effects.

Harris's face like not liking the existence of the woman was very clear Adinda felt a hostile thing from the face of her prospective best friend. Varinta smiled in greeting Harris

sitting on the couch facing them. Harris is busy with HP. Chilly,

flat, unfriendly, that's what Adinda feels from Harris J.

Well, it was the girl's arrival to make sure she read the novel. And when it's been

dinner, where are they confused? When you pull the suitcase out of the Jung family home.

We had dinner together, though,

“You're the novelist, right?” Said Aj Jung.

Who answered a small nod and bowed shyly from Adinda. The author of the absurd more precisely, the Grin of Adinda in the mind.

Adinda is curious, how his mother Harris J can use Indonesian. Nothm

they never came to Indonesia. Just his son.

All chatter, they use Indonesian.

Adinda whispers her best friend “kafalo kifita pefergi kefelufuar bofby. Meferefeka

mefengeferti bafahapasafa kifita tofo?”

“You two whispered what the hell? Use planet language again.” Sela Harris J's.

She just kept quiet and smiled wryly. Harris J was silent with his cold face.

“Where do you sleep, son? Sleep here only?” Mother Said.

“Eh?” Bengong Adinda's. “If there is no nightgown, let Ummi buyin in the store!” Exclaim him.

“Hehe..bring kok aunty,” Adinda chuckles slowly, “Eits.don't call aunty, but ummi.”

In the room, the excited Varinta is not with Adinda. Something's different about Harris,

from their arrival to their frenzy not a word came out of his mouth.

He felt he had misplaced flying to London if he could see the cruel gaze of a prospective friend

which has been assembled beautifully through the characters if reality alone has turned cold and does not care.

The sound of Adhan shubuh, waking him up, Adinda saw between the windows of his room, still dark.

Is this a dream? While looking for the whereabouts of Harris J and make sure that he is right to sleep

in the room of his sister Harris J in London. It turns out he was dreaming.

Stuffy. After praying, go down to help Hana make a thousand-sale cake. His face looks

tangled up by that dream. Her chest was really tight, something stuck in her throat, not wanting to

sharing but torturing Adinda. Mama! The scream in the mind.

Smiling softly, “Mama, last night when I met Harris in London, we entered

her house anyway.” Hana ignores, “But how can I dream of Harris, Ma?” Adinda

try fishing again.

“Hm, how to go down dream try? If every day discuss Harris continue.” Legitimate

Hana is relaxed.

Ah, it is also true that Adinda cannot accept the fact that Hana does not want to

his son was crying because a dream was just a sleeping flower. It can't be a beautiful reality.

Celebrating a wound is a small thing to be a big thing in welcoming failure

repetitively. Sometimes dreaming high requires tears and long wounds, in order to know success

it needs more struggle. Especially make Harris J as his legitimate friend in reality need

struggle is more, and Adinda is not afraid to fail again. Because for him to celebrate the moment's wounds

this is the beginning of a dream through the characters that will be overcome through, ‘Adinda, there

invitation workshop from London, more precisely the title is Harris J!’ Sure.

Dreams that are guarded can only be hurt will incarnate a beautiful achievement, someday.

I believe in that dream.

“We will meet through a wonderful discussion, Ris. I have prepared our table. I will not replace this table or have someone else sit down besides you. Because the most beautiful thing in poetry is just you.” The word Adinda speaks for itself.

The end flash back.

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How many years have passed, even had time to remember the dream to meet directly with his annoying friend in a dream.

Still recorded clearly about the busy Harris J during the tour in Indonesia also found gray news.

Even during the missing news plus waiting for certainty from the Indonesian manager, confused mixed crying.

Project birthdays are being done alone now in the fourth semester, the campus atmosphere is deteriorating due to the dramatic actions of Nafa, just for one class to throw a cruel gaze at the girl.

Instead of dizzy thinking about how to get closer to them again, it is much better to busy with completing the JJS script.

A Dreams still sounds not improved still the same, dusty there is not maintained at all.

Not dodging the moment vaguely before the roar of a long sleep, beautiful verses sounded the earlobes.

Ar-rahmani. One of the trending is also among JJS first time to pursue as a friend, resting once dreadful through facebook status.

Like one of Dilan Dilan's statuses Did Yanv make Baper??? DILANTunkan Surah Ar-Rahman As Mahar 😂

Oh my gosh, patting the eel, why did it give me a stare anyway? If you control that attitude, there will likely be a story because Adinda see the status to a friend of london noodle hair.

Haha. Why do laughter adorn the head of a character girl? Never mind. His best friend doesn't know where.

Two days later ..

April 15, 2018,

Duh, why the hell .. When compiling different surprises behind the diction through whatsapp group chatroom, there are only obstacles one of them network in Jayapura, Papua is being disrupted.

Just make him fret alone, how would you like to know their development? Is it still stuck because it has not got an idea or has someone sent it?

Ih, that's a bitch.

By phone was difficult, but wait .. When calling both times you can connect.

Heh. Relieved to feel the cavities please being cast through the characters.

Susiana Rossa who became the intermediary contacted JJS in the group, aimed to inform if the condition of the internet network in Jayapura is being disrupted.

Oh well had remembered one chat in the group,

Brother, if the story is a conversation story can not brother?

Then explained in detail by character girls such as ..

*Means to be in the category short story ato cerbung.then add the words before getting into the conversation like: today is Harris' birthday, today is, and I can't wait to meet him near the bawdy thames and celebrate with him. I was a long-time friend of him, but rarely met because of his busyness called everywhere including concerts in Indonesia. Thankfully, God allowed me to celebrate Harris' birthday in London.

Baby "Door! Come on again what?" Canda Harris's.

I was shocked too, "ih! Harris! Can't come it don't make people hang!" I was upset while shaking my lips.

Don't let Harris know that I'm making him a surprise. It will fail completely in my plan. I thought a little hesitating when I saw Harris's cheerful face in front of me.

"Eh Arin, we got ice cream! I'm the one who deals!" Take Harris.

Well like that yah* ☝

That sweet smile came out.

Can't wait to finish their script, after the network improved focus after the deadline! Got to! []

Notes :

Butonese language \= if we go out can. They don't understand our language?