The Diary Ecca

The Part 23

...The Sign of Love...

"Don't come, the role model is Kak Fikri loh" I added, without looking at him and still reading the book in my hand.

"Well!" His screams surprised me and surprised me.

"Seriously? No lie, right?"

"Why not say I lied, brother Fikri who nawarin"

"Too let's come along" added Deva suddenly resume the conversation.

"So he said he didn't want to" ledekku.

"Hem wants to dech, register now only yok"

"Where are you going?" I asked because Deva Devi pulled my hand.

"List of campers" Devi replied casually.

"Your food how.not to eat first was redundant already bought sins tauk" I stayed them, sat back and told them to sit back which they participated with a lethargic face.

"No need to frown, eat first until our new abis meets brother Fikri" heard my words greedily Deva Devi ate.

We were looking for Fikri's brother but never met, there happened to be a classmate and we approached him.

"Sister, look at Fikri's sister?" ask Deva.

"Fikri has gone from earlier.he again took care of the seminar at the institute"

"Oow, I made it!" myrag.

"Yes equally" astonished and smiling I saw the lethargic face of Deva Devi who could not meet with brother Fikri, understanding brother Fikrikan activis so natural if he was busy.

"Yes his face does not need to be bent so, there is still tomorrow" I said.

ooooo

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.

I never knew the meaning of the word love. I don't know what it's like to love and be loved, but I'm sure that love exists and will come to me. I will not seek, I will only wait for the love sent by Him. For I am sure that what He truly presents will be more beautiful without me seeking it.

Until I finally saw a perfect man in my eyes. He is polite, courteous, intelligent, active and understanding. My senior brother Fikri, close to him I feel comfortable and I think that comfort is love. It turned out that I misinterpreted it, until David finally came into my life. New neighbors and new friends who taught me how to value life and awaken my true love.

"Yes, look at the meeting now" I smiled in surprise and shook my head at their silliness.

"I'll try calling Dech later"

"Hem, yes, beware of lying" threatened Devi.

"Yes, but no promise" I walked ahead of them.

"Ecaaaa" they answered after me.

Because I can't finally just sleep. Not long after my phone rang, I fumbled to find my phone with my eyes half closed. Kulirik name on my phone screen, it turns out brother Fikri. Immediately I lifted up, I answered in a lazy tone because I was half asleep and woke up because of the sound of the call.

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.

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, just because everything looks ordinary.

"Assalamualaikum" with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Waalaikum greetings, have gone to sleep, sorry to disturb because it was not able to pick up your phone.

"Yes, no pa-pa"

"What's tumben malem-malem telfon"

"This is my sister, I was looking for a sister on campus there is nothing, I am the same friends want a list of campers"

"Alhamdulillah can come to, yes I had an event at the institute but how about tomorrow I still have an event that can not be kampucus"

"Oow is that, yes, but the other committee is there who stayed in the kak campus?" Much

"There's a guy but, the form's the same as me" he replied

"Yes how if it is submitted to other committees will be delicious"

"Yes, but tomorrow I'll see you!" Exclaims

"Oow that, yes it's up to brother, yes already brother I think I want to sleep I'm really sleepy because" I said

"Oh yeah forgot it's too lazy yes, keep talking even this. hhh"

"Greetings mayor" I hung up the phone and I went to bed.

Arriving at Deva Devi campus tumben really have left early, stanbay in class. The rush of them running towards me astonished me.

"Why, why do you want to do the job? This is the book I'm cheating!"

"That's not it, how did you say Brother Fikri right, we're in a camper?"

"Yes, but Brother Fikri today is not on campus, he said tomorrow just want to meet us!" My answer.

"Hemm, seriously heeemmm his smile so tomorrow we dance and the beautiful dech" Devi's expression appears.

"Oh you guys, just want to meet brother Fikri aja excessive, do not do that dech, be yourself, a man who likes because there is something in you that will not be eternal, will not be, so find a guy who likes you for who you are nothing" my talk.

ooooo