The Diary Ecca

The Part 16

...Amorous & Love...

"Oh. yes-yes sorry-sorry. I got a massage"

"Hem.. don't get worse dech if you're disgusted" I replied by avoiding Deva's touch.

"Eat yok, laper ni" concluded Deva.

"Eem basic, wait dong who has a house just belom nawarin" tangkasku.

"Yes this, fat" ledek Devi, who brought our smiles and made Deva frown before David came.

"You want to eat, eat already at ready with grandma, grandma again there is a same community of citizens"

"Oow that, both B.G.T the grandmother knew if I was a lager" replied Deva and replied with a hand of Devi's hand that tried to stop Deva's speech that made us a little unpleasant.

"Yes you have eaten, I happened to have eaten earlier let me who nemenin Ecca here, yes Ca ni your food, so I brought the food here"

"Eem.. yes makasi" while receiving a tray of food from David.

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Some feelings don't want to be perpetuated. They just want to be tucked away and released at a good time. No, not because the word while it's fun, the fact is, the short one will never be worth it. Not because the word forever sounds impossible, actually nothing can happen on earth, if you ask why, actually I do not know.

I'm not a feeling. I was only in the body of a woman who every step of the way faced feelings. And honestly not tasty, boring, easy to be happy, easy to be disappointed, easy to be sad, but also easy to forgive. Sometimes I really want to live in his mind, yes he is a man who has just heard, just read, but never felt.

"Yes Ca we eat first yes, we stay first yes Vid" they stepped away with whispers and giggled with each other they must have talked me.

Is it just a taste, or is it just a secret admirer. I don't know some sense just discussing in his heart he mused but did not want to be known by anyone, what I just feel or my gut feeling.

"Where his feet were going" David stepped up to me and sat on a chair by the bed directly opposite me.

"Udah si, not too sick like yesterday" I replied by trying to move my legs which were still a little sore.

It was quiet for a while and I tried to break the silence.

"Thank you for being brought here"

"Hem.yeah, as long as we can be obliged to help especially the neighbors" words that make us smile at each other.

"About tomorrow you can make no way...Boss if you have to stay in the room" David smiled at my words.

"Said grandma earlier si can.but can not go far first"

"That's right, when I was really curious about your favorite place, as good as the favorite sampe" David laughed amusedly with my answer, there was something wrong with my words.

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.

The dark shadow of the forest entered my eyes like a ghost. And the whimpering wind was like pushing a million questions I don't know what the answer is, "Are you thinking about me now too?"

The late I was on my own trip. Counting steps, in the foggy middle of the night and silent deserted roads. Pursue the somber figure of the moon that dissolves in the rain dance. Faintly pale his face shivered alone. And the voice was still heard, calling out from a distance. Unrelenting, calling my name. 

There are things I want to forget from my childhood. Seconds of meaningless. Anger that slowly scorched and then swept through my heart. But now it is no longer fire. It has become cold. Why is the wound still there?.

I know, I made him sad. The wall had long since been transformed into a tree with old skin, peeling in many places. The branches began to grow and the leaves of the fallen leaves, scattered where. It was no longer the tree I used to climb. No, it is not another tree. Except myself. I am the one who has changed. Like a suddenly dark blue sky. Like a cloud that overshadows the heart that ceaselessly cries.

I've been drowning for a long time, probably since the last time I slept under my mother's tree. The tree where I used to be. The tree was still there, silent and alone. It feels far but close. I sometimes want to touch her, like I touched my mother's wall for the first time. But I know I'm not the old one anymore. And mother is like home who misses my presence. He wants me to go home to him. But I don't know, is tomorrow still enough time for me to be myself?.

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