The Diary Ecca
The Part 21
...The inbox...
"No one wants me to talk about it, but I'll see you on campus" he replied.
"Ow yes ok, if that is until I meet tomorrow" Fikri replied with a smile while looking at my side which turned out David had gotten into the car.
They look at each other maybe because they are not yet familiar so curious. Because it's not good, I quickly closed the car glass.
"Who's Ca, what's so good?" ask David.
"Ach is not ordinary, it's my senior, his name is Brother Fikri" I saw David nodding his head while smiling at a sign of understanding what I mean.
Not long after we got to my house, Mom and Dad were waiting on the porch.
"Asalamualaikum"
"Walaikumsalam" I salami the hands of Father and Mother.
We went into the house because Mom had prepared a meal for us. After the meal Dad and David were still chatting in the living room. Deva and Devi said goodbye to go home, I drove them in front of the house.
"Ok, Ca we go home first ya daaa"
"Ok, ati-ati, make it!"
"Ok, you're both!"
"Yeah!!"
Not long after David was ready to go home. Dad, Mom and I drove him in front of the house, even though his house was right in front of my house but that was the ethics of respecting guests.
"Thank you, Vid!"
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Maybe just a taste...
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.
Sometimes I really want to live in his mind, yes he is a man who has just heard, just read, but never felt.
"It's the same" David replied.
Seeing that David was already in the yard of his house we went inside the house. I'm taking care of my clothes. I opened my window and accidentally saw David pointing the camera at me. Maybe yes, but maybe point the object to the birds that perch on the tree in front of the house. Realizing I was watching him, he lowered the camera he was ready to play and waved his hand while smiling at me. I returned the wave and I left because Mom called me.
After dinner I turned on the computer intending to see the lecture material I saved on file. But there was a massage E-mail coming in from Brother Fikri, I opened it in his E-mail he wrote.
"Hay ca!. some days I tried to call your phone number, but can not-can, we have camping activities, and specifically for your semester children so that they can add acquaintances and accredit families in our faculty. If you can come yes, free to calm down.hhh. The place is also cool and guaranteed to be safe, later we make activities together that do not make bosen".
"You and your friends are willing to go directly to the committee just so I happen to be the committee, ok ca we wait for the confirmation..."
The writing that makes me laugh, because just want to say that he was looking for me to go home, why not say the same Deva Devi when I met yesterday, a strange person.
Gurgling sounds of rain gnashed on the leaves. A pointed voice clanking in the heart, seemed to say my name. Is that a voice, sweetheart?
How to translate this feeling of longing? Distance, like a stretch of haunted and scary old graves. Shedding deep wounds like shakes that come and go. Lightning and thunder were not weary of soaring in the sky.
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.
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.
The problem of camping actually I am the most lazy if I have to do that activity, definitely rame and will not be able to sleep most activities, but there is no harm in me joining.
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