Me, You, And the Journey of Life

The Same Gorge

The atmosphere of the living room in a large house with a simple interior. Plain white paint without a lot of trinkets becomes more stressful. Rendra's speechless.

Adib closed the book, kept it on the table and said, "Sister, I told you before that we don't need to take revenge on anyone. Basically, man is the place to be disappointed."

Both corners of Rendra's lips lifted into a small smile. A little funny, hear it. "Sister, this is thinking too short." Rendra laughed a little. Shut up for a moment, then continue the word. "I was in the hospital yesterday, but there's something I can't say."

"Reason?" Adib needs more details. Not to interfere in the personal affairs of the sister.

Rendra laughed even louder, there was no awkward at all. "You could say, this is something that's hard to explain. A little privacy."

Adib.

"If you knew, you would have left the lecture seven days and seven nights." Rendra had guessed it. Moreover, this Rendra is involved in a situation that can be said to be quite complicated.

"Don't let something you're hiding have a bad impact later." Adib reminded his brother. Hope nothing happens beyond the limits that Rendra has ever done. "You're not a kid anymore!"

Adib is running out of patience. However, this Rendra can be held by his words. As a word, Rendra will do anything after what was planned from the beginning.

"I'm tired, Brother." Rendra stepped forward. Leaving Adib still silently watching his back. The man, now twenty-five, continued to walk up the stairs one by one. The look on his face changed, no longer filled with a smile full of laughter. As if hinting if Rendra was just a fake laugh.

Meanwhile, Adib returned to pick up the book he was exploring his knowledge. The author of this book is a woman who is no longer in sight. Only his work in the form of books can be enjoyed Adib. "The work is amazing." Adib said that with a small smile, a sign that his soul really likes this book.

Each word that is read gives its own meaning. A story about a woman who survives when no one believes her. When everyone thinks of him as a piece of trash, it's interesting.

"Does he think he's trash?" Out the question that just appeared in Adib's mind. The man in plain black, long-sleeved sleeping pajamas fell silent.

Suddenly the shadow of a woman danced in the eyes, disturbing his soul. Not the owner of the book, but another.

If remembered again, his treatment could be said to be very disrespectful. Adib regretted it, but somehow his lips moved uncontrollably. Issue sentences that may interfere with the comfort of the figure. "I feel guilty. I think he might as well wish he didn't see me again. But ..." Adib sighed harshly.realizing his current mistake. By thinking of the opposite sex alone, Adib was already very guilty. In fact, he shouldn't have done that. "Astagfirullah, I'd better get some sleep." Adib stood up while closing the book. Walk out of the living room and go to the room. It's not good to be continuous in this kind of situation, he's an ordinary human being. Any time can be shiny and plunge into the abyss that can swallow it.