Memory Dimension

POETIC

And, yeah. I three dissolve in a dime chat that has absolutely no benefit, after talking about my problem which is quite ridiculous. I feel like I have to fix the jerk in me against Lovandra. There is a strong urge for me, to be able to make a Lovandra happy, who was my fanatic. Aelah, my language has exceeded the dalemnya lake samosir, coy.

I, Agam, and Jin decided to return home. We split up, went home in our own vehicles. And it looks like Jin isn't going straight home. He told me to go to the ATM. It's a young date, Bokapnya has definitely sent him a lot of money. Jin, you're richer than I am with Agam. But, soon, whether tomorrow or the day after, my turn is the same Agam who can transfer money from Mr. State, who is busy working on cicis in Thailand. Yaps, Father of State I mean my bokap.

"Bir, Man. Go to the ATM first. Sorry, if such a cave a little late nyampe house." Jin hurriedly got on the bike, and immediately put on his helmet. Without hearing the instructions from me and Agam, Jin immediately launched his motorbike and just passed.

"Gam, you go home first," I ordered Agam. "Gue seems to go to Indomaret first, want to buy something," I continued.

Agam nodded, "okay. Nitip cave, yes. Buy snacks that are good to eat. But, use your money first. My money is dying."

"Ready!"

But my feelings changed. Like I saw a dead bunting woman in the story of Zubaidah and Udin, which I had read from one of the amateur writers in my class, with the title absurd; children in the refrigerator. It's an impossible story, but it's possible there will be. Strange, but real. Just like my story. Eit, do not be mistaken, my story is not as big as the title of the story I mentioned earlier. But, I am talking about; the possibility of which will be a certainty.

Lo know? It might be a certainty. But certainty is no longer about possibility. So, my story is a possibility, which I myself do not know will end for sure or will forever be possible. But, I must admit, I can not evade if I currently like Lovandra. Yeah, I seprontal it in callous.

Why do I like Lovandra? Or because he has already saved me? Nope! That's not the reason. But, I just realized now, that love is not as bad as I imagined, not as bad as I thought. Because all this time I was thinking; love is just a mere alay-alay. I was actually wrong. I knew, and realized that, after I saw for myself a struggle. So, what are you waiting for? I'm sure Lovandra loves me. But maybe now I should fight first. And wow, this is an exchange of positions that I think, I must be sure and ready to be a figure full of sacrifices - like what Lovandra did first.

Anjer's. How am I supposed to be a poet, huh? Gokils. I think the whole universe and time are laughing at me right now. But, I don't care.

TBCS!