The Diary Ecca

Part 17's

...Sepoi-sepoi Wind...

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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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.

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.

"So that's why you rush to walk"

"Yes" I replied innocently, greeted with a hand of David to my head that shocked me and looked at him.

Maybe he felt bad, he hurriedly stopped his elusan.

"Sory-sory, reflex" with her smile that looked somewhat awkward from David's attitude.

"Hem. no pa-pa" in the old man's heart is also not pa-pa.

I don't know why when David did that it felt like my heart was at peace, at ease and at ease if it was near him.

"Yes eaten, I just don't eat it" I smiled and nodded as I watched him leave.

I don't know why it feels like I don't want him to leave, it's a strange thing and makes me smile.

Suddenly my phone rang, a call from Mom.

"Assalamualaikum, yes ma'am?"

"Greetings waalaikum, how to seneng there, until not ngabarin mother, her legs have been incandescent"

"Hhh.. instead of not wanting ngabarin ma'am, the signal here is difficult aja alhamdulillah can enter, already in pijit alhamdulillah also has been lightening, but the balloons can make the way long ago ma'am, ma'am, so from here in the room just don't come out"

"Alhamdulillah if so, yes already obedient, do not think of college first let your father take care of it"

"Oh yes there was a guy who nyariin you"

"Hem, who's mom?"

"Who was his name..ooh, Fikri, who is he? Your boyfriend?" Ask my mom

"Hemmm.. nah-no, that's my senior ma'am, why is she home?"

"Said si, there are things that want to convey to you, he has tried to contact you hp he said can not be contacted so he came here, it seems very important"

"Eem, maybe campus mom"

"It's possible, but it's not really your girlfriend"

"Mom, don't you.. don't believe it?"

"Hemm, yes dear mother believes, yes have a good rest there yes, greetings to David and his grandmother say thank you from Father Mother yes nduk"

"Yes ma'am"

"Yes, Assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikum salam" I close my phone with a curious expression there is something as important as what until Fikri's sister looks for me, not usually he that.

I tried to contact him but the signal here was not supportive, I finally decided to contact him tomorrow. I also feel sleepy, I wait for Deva Devi who did not enter the room I slept first. At midnight I woke up and had trouble sleeping again, slowly I woke up intending to get out of the room looking for fresh air outside seemed comfortable.

Landed but surely I came out of the room secretly afraid to disturb Deva Devi who was already asleep. I got to the middle room to see David who was holding his chest like holding back pain and the other hand tried to open the medicine and immediately drank it. I just saw from afar trying to get to him quickly but my feet could not step too fast.

"David... why?" my voice that was enough to make David shocked and nervous quickly hid the bottle of medicine he was holding.

"Ehmm. n-no pa-pa" by pocketing back the medicine he held.

"Aren't you taking medication?"

"No, it's just a vitamin, oh yeah why haven't you slept?"

"Oh, just woke up can not sleep anymore, the intention is to go out looking for the wind"

"That's, if it happens that I also want to go out, like the air is good, how about if we go out together rather than alone will disappear again.hhh" Candanya tried to divert the conversation.

We were walking alongside David leading me to help me walk. I glanced at him and wondered if David was hiding something, if he was sick. I don't know why the worry was approaching the recesses of my soul, as if I was afraid something might happen to David. A man I knew but seemed to have known for a long time.

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