The Diary Ecca Season II

Episode 3

...On Campus...

"Yes!!!" Exclaim the man.

When I look...

"Oh, David!!!" My word.

"Mba, the bag fell!!" Exclaim the man.

"Ah, he thanks!!" My answer.

"Cock his face, kayakk....!!" My words in my mind.

Then the man went down right in the art faculty building, just like my campus.

"Why can he stop here?" I asked in my mind.

"Eh, pay first!!" Cried driver.

"Owh yes sorry sir my driver forgot!" My answer.

Then I went into the building where I went to college and followed the man, because I was wondering why his face looked so much like David. But even though on this campus, if I don't have anything like David let alone his imitation but this is why it can look so similar to him to his eyes, and also David's voice I recognized him so much but why he was suddenly there.

"Am I just dreaming?" I asked in my mind while pinching my hand.

"Oh, this isn't real and it's not a dream!!" My exclamation.

"But if he's David why doesn't he recognize me?" My toot.

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"Humans in ancient times were almost naked. After his intelligence developed, they started to dress. What I wear today symbolizes the highest civilization and thought mankind has ever achieved. It's not a setback. Undressing is a setback that will take us back to ancient times." - Tawakkul Karman

"Eh mba Ecca, why just shut up and not enter the campus?" Ask a security guard.

"Eh, I'm surprised!" My exclamation.

"This is also me going in sir!" Mouthed

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 whispers 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 at a distance because maybe you're not for me and maybe this feeling will one day go away on its own.

Never the hell you like someone but only limited to taste and can never express it, he said, maybe you are afraid but actually also embarrassed if you have to face the same person you like so you just try to cover up your feelings and just be quiet and awkward or awkward if faced the same the person you like so you look like an absurd and strange person to expect. I am a poem of hope, of longing, of remembrance and of the past, of trying to forget but powerless, I can only hold memories and the past in the longing hopes I want to turn into reality. But I realize the past is still a past, it is not necessary to expect much from him if he comes back later his story is clearly not the same. So why does this heart not want to stop hoping, when it knows that the past has left it. And who leaves should not be pursued, right?.

The time goes by inevitably you do not give me time to momentarily forget my ego, I know all the things I do consciously or may not hurt your heart, it is not the wrong time nor do we have to deny everything that has happened. Look at me here fighting the bitterness of my own life without you I am weak against the bitter bitter bitterness of my own life. I realize every hour of the second minute will not be easy to say sorry but my ego still makes me feel afraid. I myself fight the bitter bitter tingling of the sun along with its rays that always take care of me in every complaint I go through, although I realized the dawn was not that easy to roll up everything that made me realize I was not you and you were not me.

Everything that happens in our lives is like a fairy tale that continues to grow from one root to another, like not want and do not want we can only run every journey of our lives, I don't know I'm just me.

I just want you to know that even in the distance I'm always there for you, even though all the love I give may not be as great as the sacrifice you make for me.

If you remember the time you have spent with friends, everything must be fun, right? Although fights often color the friendship between you and him, but the feelings of annoyance and anger will be quickly replaced and never feel at home for long lodged in the heart.

Disputes there must be differences there must all happen because we are friends to help each other and need, remember about used paper? The old paper under my desk contains good memories with you my best friend, my best friend blasphemy splattered on me the problem came to me but you my best friend never complained to encourage me.

"Ecca, doing outside even daydreaming!" My best friends Deva and Devi.

"You guys don't want me to!" My answer.

"Some of you from earlier we see daydream, ater kesambet!" Deva Seru.

"She, early in the morning it's good to eat!!" Devi.

"This is food even thought of!" Answer Deva.

"Yes, I'm sorry my stomach is singing!" Devi said while stroking her stomach.

"Don't go to Ca class?" Ask Deva.

"She, I'm going to class too!" My answer.

Actually, I'm not happy to tell you about the incident this morning when I took an angkot and met a guy who looks a lot like David, rather than me the story is better if I keep quiet.

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