
“as we strive to make medicine, can you not be so worried about this?”
As much as I'm not worried about this, I can't trust them too much, but I can't do it as well as I can.
He just told me to be patient and wait for all this while the doctor worked for it.
“Ah... Again we have to be like this.”
He said, but when have we been in this position before.is not the first?
“This is how life, tempo-tempo will tide and it could recede.”
“I know you always cry behind me. I know that, but I purposely let it go, because I want to see you cry because of me, yes from that I know that you love me more than I love myself.”
“If this ends miserably, will the wind still blow tickling your skin?”
Sometimes like this he uses sentences that I can not understand directly, and because he also I follow using a figurative sentence every time I can not say frankly.
“I'm not sure, but if the wind stops tickling my skin. What should I do for it?”
It seemed he could not answer the question, no matter what he thought, he looked so unhappy from the look on his face.
“huh... Can you find new wind direction?”
There's no way I'm looking for that, I don't want to blow the wind from the other direction, please tell me it's just a joke so I don't get hurt that much.
“I can't..” I said after he whispered a painful sentence in my ear, Where can I replace it with another.
This I'll never do, NEVER WILL!
“why? Aren't you still here?”
Today was really sad, I decided to go back to my old house, I didn't want to see him before he withdrew his words, I don't think he can talk like that, when he has to be like this, if I love him only this, if it's a long time ago I'll leave him at this point.
“Annia... Wake up... Mom cook in your favorite soup loh quickly eaten later to the cold hunt.”
“Hah...! Not that mom has... Long died?”
“spend the food, already it please take the cloth at buk yus, mother there is an order to make batik clothes.”
Huhhhhh... I still want to lie down, but my mom keeps forcing me, if I don't agree, she'll be nagging from A to Z later.
Huhhhhh... Shitty, which brother he usually does this.
“ini Bu fabric, If you can know where brother to?”
“Eh... You are senile what is wrong taking the medicine? Your sister has been married for a long time.”
I really just realized this.
And this is surprising, he married his own teacher, this is like it ever happened but where is it...?
I don't know if I've ever felt this, but I don't know when.
“ibu..!” I know whose voice this is none other than the voice call from brother, yes apparently this is true and... NO, THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! MASTER TEACHER?
So my sister's husband is none other than a teacher? This is impossible...
AAAA...
Aaaa...
Apparently it was all just a dream when I jolted from my sleep, and “YA LORD GHOST..”.
He quickly grabbed my mouth.
“lucky I found you here, I thought I'd never see you again.” He hugged me tightly.
“I also apologize to the teacher for leaving when the teacher wants my presence next to the teacher.”
And also... About the dream maybe I learned a meaningful lesson, that about I do not want him to go or be with others (loved women) other than myself alone.