The Diary Ecca

The Part 29

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"Yes already together, but we eat first laper" while patting his stomach.

"Hhh. ok!" my answer.

We stopped at a cafe near our complex, we chose the menu that the waiter handed over.

"What do you want to order, brother?" Ask the cafe waiter.

"Special fried rice" as David and I chose the menu and made the waiter look up, David and I looked at each other and laughed.

"Ok, two special fried rice" David said as he looked at me.

"Then, what's the drink, brother?" Ask the waiter again.

"Tea angel, but a little sugar". Said David and that's what I want to say, but because I'm afraid to be told to follow me pesen avocado juice.

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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, though I am aware of every love that comes.

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.

Sadness is like a silent lake on the mother's wall. Sobbing walls and carving up my childhood. How lonely was I at the time? Really am. I don't understand why I made that wall cry? It was like a home to me. Where I sleep and sleep at night. Where I play with my solitude. Why did I make him cry?.

There are things I wanted 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?.

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 wasn't the kid he grew 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.

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?.

Strange stamp why our appetite can be the same I prefer tea that only a little sugar and David is also funny hem also the hh.

"That GR might just be a coincidence" I replied.

"Oow it's a coincidence" David said as he tagged me.

"Yes, yes what do donk hhh?" My word.

Then our order came, while eating we chat at length nglor-ngidol not clear than quiet.

After eating his intention to go straight home, but David wants to go to the pharmacy first he said to buy vitamins, surprised si until when David came out I asked.

"Should you take vitamins? You sick Vid?" Askaqua.

"Hhh, why is the complete guy asked hh, no papa kok just add supplements only I will rarely eat, so need supplements" replied David.

Distance can sometimes make a stranger, making a person distrustful of the power of love. The same cross you are, but you have not found a figure of His choice.

For me life is always black and white, happiness will always be directly proportional to sadness. We're just waiting for the time to take turns, right?. And so with silence. Today feels crowded, maybe tomorrow we will dialogue again with solitude.

Although in the crowd I still feel lonely, somehow lonely I feel without someone who can accompany me in this solitude, it does not feel like I have gone further and further I walk alone.

My egoist feels that if I just complain without trying, somehow my pen scratches to the point where the black ink that I write on white paper has run out, inexplicably, everything I write corresponds to the journey of life in which the crying heart tells of every journey of the soft heart, although the time spoke in a soft tone while accompanied by the piano which continued to sound with melodunya like a melody that struck the heart.

The clock's needle kept ticking towards the infinite axis with a full turn I kept asking myself, today whether it will be better than the days before or it will even give me a flurry of money actually leads me to the fear of starting a change.

"Eem so, thank God dech if that's it". He just smiled and continued driving, right up to the house.

"Thank you Vid!" Excruciate.

"Ok, I'm going straight home.daaa". I replied with a nod and waved my hand seeing him towards his house I immediately entered the house.

"Home home, eat there!" Excite my Mother.

"I ate the same thing as David!" My answer.

"How come David's the same, he picked you up?" Ask mom.

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