The Diary Ecca

Part 1's

...My Story...

Wasn't I the man raised by my mother's wall? Why did I turn away from him? Why am I wearing that mask, just to see him smile? I've become another man. The man who was not the child he had grown up with. There are many masks that I wear. One is loneliness, the other is anger.

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.

To be a man, do I have to sacrifice my own feelings? Whether to be a man I had to leave my childhood only to listen to the voices of others; the grudges, swearing, scorn and reproofs that are often hurtful.

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I opened my eyes little by little which still felt very heavy for me to open, a drowsiness that made the blanket reluctant to leave me. I heard a faint sound at dawn that made me have to wake up,

"Ecca! Come burn ... we're subuhan.." A distinctive sound is heard, yes that's how my father woke me up.

"yes"

In a soft tone I replied and walked lethargicly withstanding the drowsiness. Immediately I take the water wudzu, I touch the water wudzu by reading the verses of intention to wudzu, I wash the face that feels fresh and relieve drowsiness.

At 06.30 which means I have to leave for campus immediately to enter the first hour which is the most annoying, because having to leave in the morning means I have to jostle on the bus.

Yeah, buses. Even if viewed in terms of material, thank God I have no shortage. Often parents want to drive and even buy a private vehicle for my needs, but often I also refuse for simple reasons for fear that if I have my own vehicle, I will rarely be home because I am busy exploring.

And the second reason I'm the most anti to drop off to campus is because they drive the car that I don't want my friends to know, 'cause they drive the most, because I don't want them to be friends with me because I'm whose child, what rank.

All I want is for them to be sincerely friends with me because personally and sincerely that's the most important thing. Yapz and my guess is right I set the bus stop and I got the most terrible position right on the doorstep because it is crowded with passengers, knowing this early hour is the time for people to go to work, school, school , just like me, dl.

The sky knows everything, about the longing who roars for food. About the lying puff from between the lips, between the loud thump of music in the corner of the room, about the taste quotes in the rusty car.

Dark clouds grinned bitterly, a little bit of crying bitterly, when it hit the innocent heart, so dark, so many misunderstandings, so much less?.

I looked up at the sky, the soldiers in logic began to get inflamed, demanding that happiness be returned. In deep turmoil, which path to choose, endure or let go?.

If only I could, I would have turned back the time so that I wouldn't know you. If only I could, I would have spent my day without thinking about you. If only I could, I would have drawn my soul that wanted to be next to you. If only I could, I would have asked my heart to stop feeling you.

With reckless bus drivers chasing each other after other buses for deposit rivals, a lot of chatter is coming out of the mouth of bus passengers, ati-ati to pak-pak...wong brought many humans who have lives" the voice of elderly mothers.

"ojo oyak-oyaan to pir-pir, alon-alon wong wendeki yo wes ono seng ngator(do not chase donk driver, slow windfall already has set it)" the voice of other passengers.

I just fell silent as tightly as possible holding on to a tense face by continuing to say in my heart "O Allah make it easy and protect me".

I finally arrived safely at the college. The campus is still quiet because it is still too early, there are only a few vehicles that have been parked and some people are pacing back and forth on campus.

While enjoying the atmosphere of the morning and the campus that is still quiet has not been littered with pollution, I walked slowly towards the classroom that was on the second floor of my campus and it was my favorite class because there I could see the green scenery of the villages and in the beautiful sea, yes because my campus is in the highlands and the area is close to the coastal area.

I looked around so beautifully with the cool morning breeze that penetrated into my bones. In my heart I speak subhanallah, the great and benevolent God created so wonderful a nature of his creation special to his servants".

"Girlaaaa!"

The voice that surprised me, yes the voice of two close friends Devi and Deva. Siamese twins different father different mother. Dubbed twins only because of the similarity of their names that begin with the letter "D" and in the middle of the letter "V". Have a hobby that likes Gossip and Kepo with other people's business, including about me. Except one that sets them apart, that is their posture. If Devi is tall and slim, if I am rich, her weight is also the same. But if Deva is the fattest among us, his hobby of eating can not be arranged.

"in the morning already ngalamun, mending canteen yuk... laper ni has not had breakfast" said Devi with a typical Javanese accent is still kentel.

The basis of the Vi at this hour the canteen has not opened yet, after all it is true that most lecturers enter.ntar aja deh abis this hour" said the same Deva with my mind.

As time went on, the campus began to crowded and classes began to fill with lecturer discussions that were enough to make some people feel tense and even sleepy. After the first lecture hour was over, I Devi and Deva came out and obeyed Devi's delayed will this morning to eat.

"i'm sitting here. You guys eat first, I've eaten.drink aja anget tea"

My feelings are not good..

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