The Diary Ecca

The Part 52

...Painting Dusk...

"There is no reason to be busy" he replied.

Then, he smiled at me, which made me feel bad.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this sister, but I couldn't possibly lie to my own feelings" I told Fikri's sister.

"No, it's your fault, it's my own fault that is so afraid to be honest, maybe if I'm honest from the beginning it's not like this, yes maybe this is the destiny of His" replied Brother Fikri.

"Sister still, want to be my best friend, right?" My toot.

"There is no reason to refuse" he replied.

I smiled relieved to hear it, we began to talk to divert the conversation so as not to get too late in the things that make our hearts claustrophobic.

On the other hand I still feel guilty, but I leave everything to God only He knows my way of life, my job is to do all I can and try.

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If I am this, who makes your smile, then he is someone else who makes your tears fall. Do not be angry with you who have made the environment so beautiful, peaceful and peaceful prepare now, you want who comes to comfort you?.

Every time I wait for you, time goes slower for me, night goes slower, day goes slower, wall clocks move slower, age gets slower, time goes slower, and when my heart beats faster than the speed of light by the desire to meet you.

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.

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.

The sweetly written annual temple of my love story with him that sits in the courtyard of love together with my heart that is always ringing with the whisper of his love so sweet, so sweet, indefinitely revealed but I can't say. I'm just someone who adores him in the distance, I'm just someone who tries hard to stay loyal to him even if I'm just behind the distance, don't ask me how I feel if you can't move on from the past that haunts you because it's so unfair.

The splashing sound of the rain rushing from the drops to the sound of a loud, not enough one but thousands of puddles of water swept over my shoulders and drenched me, not enough one, I just fell silent while letting every puddle of rain and also the boisterous sound of the wind blow fiercely on my face. I'm a nobody, I'm not the director who made my documented life journey into a movie. Even in the crowd I was still alone and feeling lonely, like there was only a firefly accompanying me in the silence. I'm just me and not him, let me keep this feeling in the distance unseen.

The class ended, I saw an SMS from David that said...

"I'm in front" David wrote in an SMS.

Then I smiled strangely, as on time he was waiting for me.

I said goodbye to Deva Devi and rushed out afraid David was waiting for me too long.

He looked at me and waved and I did, while rushing out of campus.

It turns out that David was in front of his blue Jeep car, I slowed my steps closer to him something strange with seyumnya.

"Why the hell, is there something weird?..no, so go?" My toot.

"so dong, yok!" Answer David.

I nodded, and we got into the car.

"Where are you going?" My toot.

"You will know for yourself" replied David.

David's car stopped at an orphanage.

"Sampeh, come down yok we've been waiting for!" David Excited.

We went down and entered the parlour, it turned out that David had prepared various items to give to the parlour, there were clothes, toys, and some food.

"You come here often?" My toot.

"Yes, you could say that, sometimes the same friends just entertain the children of the orphanage, this happened to be the home in the same donatori as my mother" said David.

I just nodded to understand, I did not think God was so good, allowed me to love a good man and always share for others. I'm getting scared to lose him.

"Sister David!" Call me.

The sound of the children running towards us and greeting David, like they knew David.

"Here, sister's boyfriend?!, beautiful if it's big later I also want to find a girlfriend like sister's boyfriend" said the fat boy with his cheeks that are like bakpao, a girl with a fat body, he was greeted with cheers from his friends.

"Huuuu!!"

"It could be the puffer" David replied as he pinched the child's cheek.

"We're going to the yok park, camping!" bring him.

"Ayoook!, Mother (parental home) also waited in the park" he replied.

"Ok, let's go!" The children hurriedly got ahead of us and brought us the things we had brought.

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.

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