Tears And Love's
Part Twenty Four
Nightly
the starless left behind a slight untouched wound in Sora's heart. Slow gust
the sound of the wind made his lonely heart become even more desolate. Sora
his head looked at the sky without stars. The same sky as at the time
the last night he met Sasi. The night she would never know
that since then Sasi left him.
“What
Amora is really elo, Sas? Do I really like Amora? Sas, what am I
wrong if I think Amora is elo? Am I wrong if I
like Amora?” whispered Sora lirih.
I like that Amora. Lupain Sasi, he's already
sora died, screams Sora's heart. The young man then
shaking loudly. “Gue sure that Sasi is still alive!” said sure. Despite
deep in his heart, he himself was not so sure that Sasi was still alive, either,
and Amora is Sasi.
“Love
know me, Sas, if you're still alive. Tell me so I won't feel
sad again like this. If you have left this world, then I
remembering elo. Let me remember you in my heart even though I'm not sure
there will be calm if I still can not relain elo.”
Lo selfish, Sora. Lo selfish! whispered Sora's heart again. Blaming the attitude of the young man who seemed platonic.
Blaming the attitude of the young man who likes to pull his own words.
“Iya,
i'm selfish. I'm selfish and I don't know what's really in my heart!
I don't know!” peekik Sora frustrated. “Don't blame me like this, Sas.
Don't blame me.”
***
“Please him!” scream a voice out loud.
The boy then looked over and grinned
when he saw a boy standing in front of him. “Ngapain you? Wanted
so hero?” ask the boy he doesn't like.
“Yogi, last Sasi. Why do you always bother
she?” ask the boy who screamed.
The boy named Yogi then snorted
slammed and slammed the hand of a girl who had just
the woman who is crying now.
“You are not cool! You too! Little cry!
Basic crybaby!” cibir Yogi while looking intently at the girl. Child
the woman was crying even more when she saw Yogi's sharp gaze.
“Yogi! Apologize, now!” ask for a boy
who hugged the girl.
“Apologies? Why am I sorry? He who
wrong,” said Yogi indifferently and ran so he no longer heard the sound
that boy. “Basic sok!” cibir Yogi is not happy.
“Sasi, already
dongs. Don't cry.” That boy
gently rub the shoulder of the girl.
The girl named Sasi then looked up
his head looked at the boy. Shortly after, a bright smile
the sun had risen on his face.
“Yes, I no longer cry, Sora,” says
Sasi while smiling widely. Sasi quickly wiped away the remains of her tears
with the back of her tiny hand.
“Well, that's dong! This is the new Sasi I know!” exclaiming child
the man is spirit.
“Iya, thanks yes, Sora.”
Sora then nodded while smiling no less
widths. Then he clasped Sasi's hand tightly. “Ke yuk class. I want a bell.
Later your teacher is angry if you enter late.”
Sasi nodded and aligned her steps with
Sora.
“Still yes, Sora. You are a friend and sister
the most beautiful I know. Oh yes, said Mama, I must call Sora
with sister's call. Sora is older than me and at the same level
upon me. So, can I call Sora with call ‘Kak Sora’?” ask
Plain sasi with sparkling eyes.
Sora stopped his steps and looked at Sasi. Then the young man
smile and nod. “Iya, may. Call Sora also not pa-pa.”
