The Diary Ecca
The Part 31
...Travel With You...
"Udah ach,.capek dirty dech, uh there's a clean river there yuk" asked me.
We go hand in hand to the small river, the river is quite good, the water is clean a lot of rocks, not too wide but cool to play water. David started again splashing water towards me which was again focused on washing my accomplices, starting to disc us splashing water again.
With him I can laugh, just as he I am comfortable, just as he I am peaceful anyway he I am very happy like he is too. David held his chest in pain, I hurried him.
"Vid why?" I'm really worried.
"No papa, it's common for this drink to also heal" David replied casually as if to make me not worry about it.
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.
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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.
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, aren't we? 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.
Gurgling sounds of rain gnashed on the leaves. A pointed voice clanking in the heart, seemed to say my name. How to translate this feeling of longing? Distance, like a stretch of haunted and scary old graves.
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.
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.
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.
He stammered as he endured the pain, and brandished what he said was the vitamin.
"Hhh.seriously his face.ngak papa Ca calm aja, it's healed, go home yok already afternoon". I nodded slowly as I continued to look at him who was walking ahead of me, thinking what he was hiding from me.
I was really worried, until in front of the house I kept looking at him with a blank expression until he said...
"Hey, why...still think about that?" Ask. I replied with a nod.
"Just relax I don't papa really" The words that make me smile with his alay language.
"Ok, I'm coming in!!" Excruciate.
He replied with a wave of his hand, I walked up to the door and saw that he was still waiting for me to enter. I just smiled and entered, walked in somehow I still think about the incident I never worried about this, God, may he be all right please take care of him for me God. And it was a success for me not being able to sleep. At midnight I could not sleep, I took water wudzu intention to pray tahajud in my prayer I said...
"O Allah, O my Lord, what happened to the friend of David's servant, O God, please guide you, if he is sick heal him O Allah, keep him for the servant of O Allah, I don't know why the servant was so worried about him, O Allah, if he is the man you sent to bring us close, if he is only you send as a close friend of the servant do not let the feelings of the servant exceed the limits, amen ya robal alamin".
With my tears flowing and no stopping, I leaned against the wall and always imagined the incident this afternoon my chest felt tight, pain trying to hold my cry, no matter what happened to me.
Did I really fall so deeply in love with David that I could see him so ill, God guide you. I just realized it turned out to be sleeping wake-up at dawn.
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.
Today is free college, yes saturday stops our allotment off, usually I just at home spending time with mom experimenting to make food, but today it does not feel excited.
To eliminate my turmoil from yesterday's results, I look for busy reading novels, reading novels even added ngingetin in novel melo-melo themed. I look for other activities, I see pencils and picture books, because in addition to the hobby of reading novels I also have a hobby called drawing.
I began to make patterns, face patterns that I kept scratching pencils according to my instincts as if my hands already know what to draw, when the picture is finished I observe, I observe, it turned out that my graffiti produced a picture of a man I just knew, yes it was David. Confused and smiling to myself, I moved from my seat and stepped to the window, I looked at David's house, it seemed like he was leaving because his car wasn't there.
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