Rain of Andara Tears

The window is covered in dust

The dust-covered window could not be opened. But with a little break that window can finally be opened. The shrouded face of Andara behind the dusty window can be seen at a glance from the window.

Andara tried to stare at the bright clouds that morning, although the rest of her tears were still clearly implied on her face.

Sometimes you take a deep breath.

He stared at the street behind the window with a blank look.

For him today arrived not in the shrimp come not ushered kayak jailakung aja whisper. This is the worst day and the most bitter experience for him as not the heart poem he has fought all this time prefers to marry his best friend.

Andara's unstoppable tears continued to adorn her face.

"It's my worst nightmare" wipes away tears. "Where do you promise Bambang"

(yes the bambang even brought)

"the pain is right here in my heart, jiah sue bambang base, be careful if I meet jitak"

Today will be bright, but not so with my heart, today feels heavy as heavy as my kangen taste on you bambang"

"i'm a gorilla, uh I don't want a comma"

"you broke my heart you broke my heart again"

that's about a broken taste.

Andara bengong again .

He took a deep breath, trying to shift his mind. But it was so hard for him to forget Bambang.

You close your eyes, and try to forget for a moment the pain he felt. And suddenly the phone rang.

"Andara, you ain't nothing?" we entered from Arsyil.

"dara answered, I'm worried" the next message

"if you're not strong, permission will I be with you to accompany your day" a little mode.

"Become...."

"Become...."

Arsil is back in wa.

Andara didn't respond because she was fast asleep.

Suddenly mother went into Andara's room which was shattered as a mess as Andara's heart.

I just shook my head.

"CRC...CK.. kayak ship broke"

Mom just looked at , and let Son se eye puppetnya rest.

From morning until evening Andara fell asleep.

Mom tried to wake her up, but Andara wasn't well either .

Finally she picked up the papers that were strewn on the floor . And clean the room slowly.

"With..dara.." 4.30 pm Arsyil nge wa Dara again. He hasn't given up on not nge wa Andara.

In the afternoon, the rain began to drip slowly.The window of your room that was slightly open dripped a little splash of rainwater to the sidelines of the window glass. The air is starting to feel cold.

As cold as you are.

Andara woke up and sat holding onto her two legs.

On the table was seen a plate of rice that I put in the afternoon. True pity the fate of the rice, not in the plural ignored until the warmth disappeared as time went on. The wheels of life come alternately. The colorful rainbow adorns a bright speck of unraveling rain expectations. The cloud that gathered the restrained poured out all the created flavors . The wind blows greeting the leaves that fall under the rain.

Rainwater, 1% of you are water and 99% are bitter memories.

Andara was crying. How ugly today.

Oh rain take my sorrow with you, let my wounds drift away with you.

Oh it rains every time I scratch your name, every time it's also you erase my tracks along with your go.

Let me keep your memories with my wounds. Let me keep my sadness in every beat of my heart. Leave this window closed again. And I will leave my world empty until my wounds are covered with clouds. Oh rainbow. I just want you to know. How I grieve for my destiny.