The Diary Ecca

The Part 41

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However, everything will happen and every thing will be a life journey full of fantasy, together with the figure of a friend who always accompanies you when you like or mourn we will never walk alone there is always someone behind us whether they are a savior or an antagonist.

There is happiness that I feel along with love and also every thing that I imagine with it I feel that God is always with me taking care of me and also protecting me. Therefore I am strong because I feel proud to be myself, even though I realize that every human being is not perfect all have their own advantages and also their advantages. I realized that every wish I had sometimes dropped myself and also sometimes all the fatigue I did not only gave me happiness but also gave me the opportunity to keep going and succeed thanks to the do'a.

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Not the story of Romeo and Juliet whose story is written and also filmed, nor about the famous Rama and Shinta. Not a rich man, just an ordinary man, not a writer but just someone who wants to express every feeling through the verse of words and also the ink scratches that I pour with my heart and feelings.

"I'm coming!" Answer Deva.

"Yes, I'm not coming, I'm sleepy" I said.

"Basic***** hhh.yeah we've come out first" he said.

My typical mentions of Deva and Devi, they went out. Indeed pantes si I called ***** (direct glue molor), I can at least if it has to sleepy, anyways activities today is quite tiring.

No need to wait a long time directly pules dech sleepku until no cry Deva Devi enter the room again tau-tau already dawn. Before the congregational prayer, I take a shower first so that later do not wait, so stay relaxed.

The participants rushed to the mosque, although not all, there are still some who still sleep soundly in their respective rooms and lock themselves afraid of being discovered by the committee, yes that is human.

We pray in a residential mosque, a mosque that was not how many people responded to it, because we could be fully filled until there was a mosque. Kasian, luckily for me, Deva Devi was spared.

After returning from the mosque, we walked towards the guesthouse, walked slowly to enjoy the cool village air and saw the sun who began to wake up from his sleep, because the rest was still a long time I, he said, Deva and Devi went to the tea garden next to our inn.

"Well, it's nice, it's cool, look at the views of the tea plant hills, all the yok photos!" said Devi, pulling my hand and Deva and we fasted posing, in the tea field.

They were busy taking pictures, I walked away from them looking at the beautiful scenery and the cool air.

It flashed David's shadow in my mind, recalling the time we both walked up the hill and saw a very beautiful sight in his favorite place.

Lately I often think of him, but not necessarily he thinks of me.

I turned back to Deva Devi who was still cool with photos, I walked towards them and I invited them back to the guesthouse. Up to a quarter of the way we were shocked because there was a brother Fikri who walked towards us. With our fearful expression, afraid that he would get angry because we left without the permission of the committee.

"Why are your expressions tense?" Ask.

"Big brother here, make us angry because we don't have permission?" answer Deva.

We looked at each other and took a breath of relief.

"You know, we go together, brother, rather than brother alone!" devi pinta.

"Come, come on but then, it's almost half-seven hours when we go home!" Excited Brother Fikri.

We complied with Fikri's request, we walked with Deva Devi lined up and I lined up with Fikri's sister.

While walking we chatted here and there, because maybe a slightly slippery path fikri slipped, and with reflex I held his shoulder, he said, maybe surprised by my touch, Fikri looked at me with a sharp look while smiling.

I saw something strange when he looked at me, but I didn't understand it yet, I helped him up and we continued on our way.

Arriving at the guesthouse we prepare by using trending clothes (sports clothes) to make it easier for us to move freely.

We walked to the tejun water place which is a tourist spot that is not far from our guesthouse is only 3km away.

There we were divided into groups of one group containing 6 people and this time I was still in one group with Deva Devi and additional children of one of our majors. It's good to be able to cooperate more, because already know each other all.

We started the games that the committee scheduled. We were asked to collect the color flags, which symbolized the respective groups and I was part of the blue flag, my favorite color. But how to take it we have to pass the rope bridge under the pool of water, continue to plunge flaying fogs, continue climbing the rock with a height of 10M.

Luckily I love challenging games and definitely not afraid of heights. We split the tasks for that part of the bridge, flaying fogs and climbing cliffs.

Devi and I were rock climbing because between our group, it was just Devi and me who were not afraid of heights, over the bridge Citra and Ganis are my department friends and my group as well and this is what makes us laugh until our stomach hurts, Deva can not make flaying fogs because his weight exceeds the maximum limit so only Cika can play.

"Udah no pa-pa, you are part of our support yes, already dong do not have to frown so" said I.

I tried to comfort Deva because she looked disappointed not to be able to participate in our activities, she laughed again in response to my comfort.

And our match started first in the Citra and Ganis sections, they seemed to be adept at walking a rope downstairs for their steps and a whole lot more to hold on to, it only takes 10 minutes they can take 1 of our blue flags.

Devi and I can't wait to see they want to rush up, yes we are on their respective stands and Citra runs at maximum speed handing our flag to my hand.

Not someone who is good at stringing words, it's just that I am like that.

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