The Diary Ecca

Part 9's

...Between Me and Him...

You radiate your happiness from hidden springs. Like when the sea tides under the gentle gaze of the sun brings indescribable joy. A pair of five fingers spread to the four corners of the ocean while delivering puja to the almighty. He gives us all pleasure. He is the one to whom we return.

Touching the magical center of longing, peppering with previously unknown feelings of garratry. Time that maps all ancient memories of our mortal bodies, it has grown into a afterlife memory of the dense wilderness and a small sandalwood in the middle of a remote island surrounded by beautiful valleys and silver hills that you once often explored.

The mountain towering in the distance seemed to be challenging to conquer. The blue sky above the barren field stretched far into a peninsula that had never been touched before. Everything that used to be just part of the trajectory of history, but now forever has been a reminder of you. All that once revealed the entire trail of your firecrackers and conquests. The landscape of all the riches you now keep in your personal treasury. The wild nature of the horizon of thought and the treasure of feeling is barely pervaded.

There are no more secrets that you cover from our eyes, other than the deepest recesses of the trough hidden behind your dreams. Truly, no more happiness can represent our present feelings, for you have allowed us to be eyewitnesses; the desire of your desires, the longing of your longings, the love of your love.

How can we repay your innumerable kindness? For only the sincere words of what is unspoken yet we have been content to witness will fulfill all the promises of all that you have given but we will never have. But that's enough for us, all of us, for you have allowed us to admire the panoramic beauty of what you have been keeping in close quarters as an heirloom treasure that only the king can enjoy.

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"Ihh, you guys can not see a clear person dikit.. I only know yesterday, that's my father who knows" with a sullen expression they led me again, for we felt enough for today to return to my home.

"Ca, go home first yes, our aunt comes home yes.. tomorrow here again dech!"

"Yes, ati-ati son" replied the mother from the kitchen direction.

"Ca tomorrow we're not here anymore to be sad"

"Who is sad... PD, thank God not even ngabisin food anymore. hem" my smile mocked them.

"Hhhhh know,ok! Daaah Ca!"

"By!" I said to return their wave and walked away.

Suddenly my phone rang, calling a number I didn't recognize.

"Assalamualaikum, who is it?"

"Waalaikum hail! Ca, it's me Fikri"

"Oow, Brother Fikri, what's wrong, brother?"

"No, I just want to know your situation, he said you were sick until you didn't come in"

"Eem, alhamdulillah already mengingan kak, did not hurt just a little kesleo yesterday, but it's not pa-pa kok, surely Deva Devi ya the clearance"

"Hahaha. obral emang meds in the sale, yes just happened to meet them, wonder also usually you three kok tumben ilang one" his voice with a tone of laughter.

"Amin, but if it has not recovered mending to rest first, yes already kok bother you ni rest gih let cepet heal... Good night Ca. aslamualaikum"

"Yes, sister, the greeting waalaikum" I closed the phone and I don't know why I smiled and imagined the face of Fikri's sister, the attention of her.

Ah but no, maybe just because it's only once on the senior phone so gini it feels. I lay down and closed my eyes.

The next day my leg still feels pain, but today there is a repetition so it must be porous. I had to accept Dad's offer to drive me to the campus but only halfway through the car broke down. Afraid late I try to find a bus but no bus passes, it's weird usually a lot of empty hah turn needed even no annoying. Suddenly there was a blue Jeep half in the modif stopped in front of our car, I noticed the figure that came down from the car was David.

Distance can sometimes make a stranger, making a person distrustful of the power of love. The same cross you are, but you have not found a figure of His choice.

For me life is always black and white, happiness will always be directly proportional to sadness. We're just waiting for the time to take turns, right?. And so with silence. Today feels crowded, maybe tomorrow we will dialogue again with solitude.

Although in the crowd I still feel lonely, somehow lonely I feel without someone who can accompany me in this solitude, it does not feel like I have gone further and further I walk alone. My egoist feels that if I just complain without trying, somehow my pen scratches to the point where the black ink that I write on white paper has run out, inexplicably, everything I write corresponds to the journey of life in which the crying heart tells of every journey of the soft heart, although the time spoke in a soft tone while accompanied by the piano which continued to sound with melodunya like a melody that struck the heart. The clock's needle kept ticking towards the infinite axis with a full turn I kept asking myself, today whether it will be better than the days before or it will even give me a flurry of money actually leads me to the fear of starting a change.

"Why'm the car?"

"I don't know Vid, suddenly broke down"

"Maybe I can help you!"

"Yes, of course, you can help om. please deliver Ecca kekampus afraid late later, let me call the repairman to come here"

"Oow that is, but om no pa-pa here alone"

"Yes not pa-pa, already there Ca set out so that David who dropped off late" pinta father firmly.

How else than late I immediately agree. I kissed Dad's hand and walked to David's car. Maybe the kasian saw me hard to walk withstanding my leg pain, suddenly David grabbed my shoulder and grabbed my hand, leading me into his car. The startled me looked straight at her and she replied with her smile, she opened the door and told me to come in and what was this was suddenly a different taste in my chest, oh my God my heart started to get irregular and my face started to heat up.

"Ma-makasi" I said bitterly because of the nervous shock, he smiled and nodded his head.

After a few minutes in the car seemed silent without sound, only the sound of the car engine was heard roaring, David finally broke this silence.

"What college did Ca major?"

"I happened to take Art"

"Waw, the Art man is also to" he ledek.

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