Love and Last Memories
Chapter 241: Maturity
At that time Rere went to the kitchen room, he intended to make a warm drink for his sister who was busy playing games, but shortly after he left his sister for a while, his sister fell asleep on the living room couch.
It was only fair why his sister did not answer the call from him there, and yes, because she had fallen asleep while hugging the bolster that Rere had taken from inside his room.
"Adek .. has the task been completed? now keep the book there in your room, before going to bed drink this warm milk," Rere said so slowly calling his sister, because he did not want to wake his parents who were asleep in his room.
"I guessed, it turns out he's asleep, if I stay here alone, it feels pity too, but when I wake up afraid he'll be angry, you know what you can do, too, I'd better keep him until he's conscious by himself" Rere said as he walked slowly toward his sleeping sister in the living room.
Rere cleaned up all the books of his sister's duties, and he took a blanket for his sister to use, after all somehow this night felt colder than the day before, if he let his sister cold, anyway, she was afraid her sister would get sick.
There Rere still did not realize that the Sultan had not turned off his voice call at all, and fortunately the Sultan had a thin cry, because he did not hear the sound of Rere in the slightest.
"Oyy, you're sleeping, aren't you Be? the feeling of loneliness is very dah, it is the same as being buried alone, yaudah deh good night Be," said Sultan speaking in a low tone of voice as well.
"Sultan! ihh .. I know who, to my surprise I got serious! anyway instead of tomorrow you have to leave early in the morning, yaudah there sleep, your feelings really like and I'm staying up late tonight."
Rere did not immediately take his phone that he stored on the table of the living room, he just swept thinly while looking at the phone that was still lit.
"Gue will never turn off this voice phone call before I hear your assalamu'alaikum first" the Sultan said gently, with an occasional faint smile outside the house.
That night the Sultan was sitting outside his house, he deliberately wanted to feel the wild night wind again because he was often friends with the figure of the night wind.
So why the Sultan is rarely affected by the bad night wind, you could say it is a mild symptom such as his colds.
There is also more danger than just catching a cold, namely the sitting wind, but until now he has never experienced such symptoms, he said, because the figure of the Sultan has been friendly with the name of the morning wind, afternoon wind, or the night wind.
Even the Sultan knows the wind figure first when compared to he knows the figure of an angel like Rere first.
"Don't tell me that you're sitting on your porch now! I wonder just like you Tan, what the hell is so good about feeling the night breeze?" rere asked, it seems like tonight he will scold the Sultan.
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Actually the Sultan just wanted to make Rere sleep, so he spoke at length for Rere, he knew that he must be very tired, help his sister learn, he said, it was indeed a responsibility of Rere as the person most reared by his younger siblings.
"The writers are many regarded as the twilight child, but in fact what they write is mostly often racing towards the night, such as the moonlight, starlight, the beauty of the aurora, the sunyinya of the night, the dark night sky, the night wind, the longing buried behind the dark space of the heart, and much more."
"You must not be surprised about that, right, Be? because the writing that I've been making for you is mostly racing towards the night."
The last words of the Sultan made Rere aware, it turns out that this is the reason he is often alone at night, and therefore, the Sultan's writing is most widely discussed about the types of nights, night types, and the closest friend of the night.
"I just realized, it turns out that just by creating a few short writings, the creator can master himself, for example in terms of adult thinking, but strangely why I'm more mature than you Tan," rere's speech really scratched the wound in his heart, but as clever as Sultan in making a writing, he will fall by Rere's speech.
The Sultan laughed, thinking that Rere's speech would make a wound in his heart, and indeed the wound was there, but it was also easy to be dispensed with by the nature of the present Sultan.
"Saddened by longing, jealous of fear, does this trait reflect that we are both adults? looks like Be, we both have a bad maturity level, because we both still have that trait."
"Let's get a little Tan!" say Rere for a brief.
Rere's remarks made Sultan aware that Rere was not the right person to be called an adult woman, because she could not accept the opinions of others completely.
"Think as far as you can see what your future will be like, it is a reflection of the meaning of the nature of maturity, when your future will be bleak, make the gloom become a peace of your life, when your future is bright, make that brightness even brighter."
It turns out that he was right, that maturity is not all directed to one goal only, many goals that they must have and they must know as well.
When the time can be turned back, the Sultan will choose not to get acquainted with the figure of Rere as well as this, but he wants to choose to meet, but he wants to meet, as well as getting to know the near figure of an angel like Rere in his later success for him to make a wife, not make him as his girlfriend.
It had been a long time since he had waited for this time, but it turned out that after he had put Rere to sleep in his house, and now the Sultan had a hard time falling asleep.
Sultan entered the house, he closed the door of his room and then turned off the room lights because he wanted to turn on the sleeping lights that have a dark blue base color, obviously the light was dimmer than the main room lights.
In order for the Sultan to fall asleep faster, he also played some twilight songs with a tone of voice that he deliberately kept so that the house people could not listen to him as well.
