The Diary Ecca Season II

Episode 6

...Friend Meaning...

"Why are you taking her to such an extent?" Ask Devi.

"Ah, no!" I answered while continuing to do the job.

Then Fikri's sister sat beside me, I stood up and tried to keep her distance. It seems that Brother Fikri is feeling sober and trying to keep a little distance from me.

"You two are kayaking marahan again?" Ask Devi.

"HuUuStt!!" Answer Deva.

Then me and brother Fikri looked at each other...

"Hhhhhhmm!!" Devi.

"Haammm!!" Deva Seru.

It seems that from now on I and brother Fikri became nervous themselves, but even so when looking at my heart Fikri brother why it became sick.

"Did he feel the same way?" I asked in my mind.

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Love is opium do not stir later so babu eternal in pseudu, love is grace do not be too angry later severe wounds enjoy with resignation, love can also mature away to spread the drop to strengthen the rainbow after the rain. Tear rain, some are thrown clouds before brightly shifting the black evenly in the sky, there is something you should throw away before a smile isolates the suffering.

The sun shines on the eastern horizon giving its bright light while waiting for the arrival of the dawn, dawning, I could not bear to see such a great and beautiful bright light but it inevitably gave a question mark to my feelings that raged between anxiety and uncertainty that made me not believe it the beauty of love, my instinct asked me if there were any mysteries that always arise in my life that make me unable to go through every process in my life.

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 bitter sun along with its rays that always take care of me in every complaint I go through, although I realize the dawn is not that easy to roll up every thing that makes me aware.

"Why is it?" Ask Brother Fikri when we want to go home.

"Why not why!" My answer.

Actually I still feel awkward, Brother Fikri is still being nice to me even though I also still feel confused and worried about my own feelings. On the one hand, I lost the man I love, David, but on the other hand I still want to be close to Fikri's feet.

Seeing her in the girls' cherubim why makes me jealous, when I am not who she is and I am not entitled to her either.

"Yes first!!" Said Brother Fikri.

"She, Brother Fikri, thank you for helping us!" The Dev duo.

"Ready! You don't have to worry if there is a task again ask me the same!" Said Fikri and then got into his car.

From then on I just kept quiet...

"Aren't you going to be with me?" Ask again.

"Ah, not our brother is not good from earlier ngerepotin brother continues!" Devi.

"Hmm, let me go back first, Assalamualaikum!" Excited Brother Fikri.

"Waalaikum greetings" replied the Dev duo.

"You why the hell Ca, again thrush huh?" Ask Devi.

"Hmmm!!" Said Deva while nudging Devi's hand.

"Eh, don't be!" Deva.

Since that time in the library and until the trip home, it feels my tongue is weak and stiff I feel lazy to talk.

"Well, I'll go back, Assalamualaikum!" My exclamation.

"Greetings waalaikum!" Answer Duo Dev.

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. Then why did I make her 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?.

"You've noticed, how is Ecca changing now?" Ask Devi.

"Yes maybe she's males again by the way!" Answer Deva.

"Yes not so many times" said Devi.

"Does he still think of David times?" Ask Deva

"Hmmm, hopefully not yes, because it's Ecca!" Answer Devi.

"But honestly I like to squirm she's wearing a hijab!" Deva.

"Tomorrow I'll wear hijab ah!" Deva.

"Ehhmm, basic!" Devi Seru.

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