MOONLIGHT
Vol. 2 E:15
Being curious makes me demean my ego that originally did not want to come. The closed report show made me just stay in the back seat.
Each division is only a representative, it turns out that I am too excessive. Melihan other devised friends who are not so cool representatives chatting makes me feel a little lonely. The chatter about the latest movie, the hit-and-hit k-pop idol is more confusing than the lessons of Japanese history.
“ul, you don't understand.?” ask Gina from the textpram revision.
“no. You guys just chat I listened to” I said while putting my head on the table.
“I'm a language child but I'm not updating anyway.” The other insinuation
“i focus on saeguk kalo about ginseng country.”
“bored dong, romantic just a letter-surat continues to hold hands”
“can be like that, because it seems old-fashioned and less beautiful maybe for young people today, but I think personally small things without such bold scenes are more memorable. Love, as something sacred and sanctified is more meaningful even without physical contact.” I said seriously
“ya hopefully you don't smitten the same love that the elders hehehehe” led them
I returned with a smile and laughed.
“hei Ul.” Sapa im suddenly makes my closeness with others feel pseudo
“it looks like you're still busy. Please join me first Ul” proposed Gina before im start talking
Like a half driven out I walked ahead of im, there was a sense of disappointment mixed with annoyance.
“you're coming with me. Ayo” said im ahead of my step.
This time in the cafeteria, it looks like it's been booked. Everything is quiet there is only a jicob who is eating batagor.
“hai jicob, long time no see” I tried cheerfully
“ya, I'm fine ul” said jicob cold
“ah really sucks you Jicob. I haven't seen your response in a long time didn't build” said I murmured
The paper reads mandarin script, there are moon characters and flower characters. Like the names of two people.
Even though I know it refers to who I cover it by taking the remaining jicob's batagor.
“read ul. If you understand we will...” jicob speech stops as if losing courage as his eyes scourge with me.
“ya.. after school I will send my visa and some other files that must be updated. When do we leave.?” I asked as if there was nothing.
“the invitation you brought, for the ticket trip you do not worry about it” replied jicob stand up and walk away.
I looked at the neatly wrapped red invitation.
“Yue Guang Lim, no. Yue Guang Lim general you chose this decision. I am very happy for you” I said to receive an invitation letter.
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I don't know what makes me stop shedding tears. In the main room I hid myself. Tulip painting is like losing its meaning. The piano key I tried to play had no rhythm. It felt like stuff filled my chest. The tears that I removed were incessantly wetting my cheeks.
“dia happy. He was happy. The general is finally happy. What did you expect.?” my whisper convinced himself.
(“as long as I remember you it is enough” said a man in the room full of the scent of cypress. The room was white only with the sound of a bib.bib. The man's voice seemed as convincing as hope.)
“nak wake” said my mother shook my body, I woke up and realized it was just a dream.
“morning again ma'am.?” I'm lethargic
“you didn't eat last night, went home straight to sleep here. If there's anything you can trust mom”
“i always trust mom. I don't know why my body feels sluggish. Come on ma'am we have breakfast” said I berkilah and get out of bed.
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