Tears And Love's
Prologues
Flowers can wither, but not my love.
The sun may set, but not my heart.
The sky may change shape, but not my feelings.
This love will not wither even if it is separated.
This heart will not set even if the day has changed.
This feeling will never change a bit.
Even if you're not by my side anymore.
The sky of our love bears witness to everything.
Love and separate destiny.
Even though the rain is a witness.
I always love you. Monday, now, tomorrow.
Forever….
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A young man pulled two suitcases and entered a house with a large yard. The sunglasses that had been covering his eyes, he slowly let go. Behind him, an uracant-style young man stood while staring at the house in front of him with a smile
mocking.
His style looks pretentious and so haughty. His slightly shaggy hair further added to the ugly impression on the young man. Very different from the appearance of the young man who has now walked far in
The young man in front of him looked neat and polite. His dark brown hair was cut into pieces and left a little bangs on his forehead. A line of decisiveness was clearly visible on his face. The young man stopped and looked back. Staring at the young man who was looking at him with a dislike look.
“Yogi, come!” exclaimed the young man while swinging his hand. He invited the young man named Yogi to follow him into the house.
Yogi muttered a little and cursed the young man inwardly. He rolled his eyeballs and ogah-ogahan pulled his enormous suitcase. “Males so much I.” Yogi muttered softly.
The young man smiled faintly at the Yogi who finally wanted to also obey his words, even with ogah-ogahan.
"At least, at this time, you look at my words,” softly the young man while returning to his sunglasses and smiling widely.
The very haughty looking yogi then turned around. He exhaled loudly when he saw the young man still standing near the gate. He thought the young man was following him into the house.
“Hey, would you like to enter, anyway? Dreaming of you! You told me to spit, uh eloquently melt like a snail!” pekik.
The young man seemed to wake up and shook his head slowly. Where could he possibly want to follow me. Attitudes
I think it's the same as me.
"Whoi, Sora! Scribbles! Really long!" Yogi is getting impatient because of Sora's steps which he thinks are so slow. After all, he was still upset that Sora had so badly asked the taxi driver to drop them off in front of the housing gate.
“Liar healthy,” says Sora. Answers that make Yogi's anger more provoked. But Sora seems to deliberately make Yogi angry in such a way.
Sora's steps now match Yogi's. Side by side they began to approach the door made of teak wood. Sora had not had time to press the bell button, the door had opened and revealed the figure of Bu Nia with a casual home dress.
His smile was glistening on that face that seemed to never age.
“Thank God you guys came home safe.” Bu Nia immediately grabbed onto Sora's body, kissing her face. But when he was about to embrace Yogi, the young man regressed his body. Making Bu Nia pause for a moment to accept Yogi's obvious rejection.
Realizing this, Sora gegas diverted, “Ma, I have souvenirs, nih, for Mama. But in dalem aja, yes.”
Ms. Nia nodded and smiled. “No need to bother. Seeing you guys has made Mama happy.”
