The Diary Ecca Season II

Episode 71

...About Dia...

"Where did you end up? Until it's soaked, how will it catch the wind?" Ask mom.

"Sorry Mom!" My answer.

Then I rushed to the bathroom...

"Why did I forget that this jacket has a God!" My word.

"Why did I become like this... Ah already!" I cried while grumbling.

"Let me wash your clothes!" My mother.

"No, ma'am, I'm not doing it!" My answer.

"Who's jacket is Ca?" Ask mom.

"Ah that's my friend's jacket!" The answer.

"Kok, you wear?" Ask.

"It just so happened to be me minjem my temen jacket?" My answer.

"Next time don't be so kasian your temen later!" Said mom.

"Good Mom!" Excruciate.

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“Who loves someone because of God, then someone he loves says, “I love you also because of God.” Both will go to heaven. People who love more will be higher than others. He will be joined to those who love because of Allah.”

"And among men there are those who worship the counter-match besides Allah; they love him as they love God. And those who believe have great love for Allah...." (QS.Al-Baqara:165)

The mountain towering in the distance seemed to be challenging to conquer. The blue sky above the barren field stretched far into a peninsula that had never been touched before. Everything that used to be just part of the trajectory of history, but now forever has been a reminder of you. All that once revealed the entire trail of your firecrackers and conquests. The landscape of all the riches you now keep in your personal treasury. The wild nature of the horizon of thought and the treasure of feeling is barely pervaded.

There are no more secrets that you cover from our eyes, other than the deepest recesses of the trough hidden behind your dreams. Truly, no more happiness can represent our present feelings, for you have allowed us to be eyewitnesses; the desire of your desires, the longing of your longings, the love of your love.

How can we repay your innumerable kindness? For only the sincere words of what is unspoken yet we have been content to witness will fulfill all the promises of all that you have given but we will never have. However, that is enough for us, for you have allowed us to admire the panoramic beauty of what you have been keeping in close quarters as an heirloom I have received from you.

"Why can I bring the jacket?" I asked in my mind.

"Oh, I'll give it back to the man tomorrow!" My answer.

"Why are you talking alone?" Ask mom.

"No ma'am!" My answer.

"Ywdh eat first!" My mother.

"Let's Mom!" My answer.

"I didn't know him very well, but now I have to give him back his jacket" I said.

"Where can I meet him?" My toot.

"Ah, I'll see him in the air!" Excruciate.

My chest trembled, my heart skipped a beat as I remembered my introduction to God. I don't know who he is, why he's like someone I know. Why does he have to look like David when David is gone, then how can I interact with someone whose face looks like my David.

Suddenly I met him...

"Eh, Ecca!" Exclaims.

"Ah, uh you!" My word.

"Well, this is your jacket!" Excited while returning the jacket belonging to the gods.

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.

"Ah, my jacket thanks!" Exclaims.

"Together!" The answer.

"It's like your house isn't far from mine!" His word.

"Hmm, maybe!" Ketus.

"Why are you thinking about me?" My toot.

"Ah, it's nothing!" The answer.

Since it was in angkot dempet-dempetan and many passengers, so that the cargo is full. That's also what causes me to sit close to the Gods, it feels awkward especially if I don't really want to get close to him. My feelings and also... Ah, I don't know if I really can't get close to God, it really makes me remember the figure of David.

"Ah, sorry!" I cried when I accidentally clashed with David.

"Ah, it's okay!" Reply God.

Throughout the journey we just fell silent and did not speak at all, flinching and only sounding angkot only. It feels strange, I now turn into a quiet and talkative figure actually a little embarrassed but I'm just used to not caring about it.

"Ah, it's up. left bang!" He shouted while offering the cost of angkot.

"Just like him, bang!" His word.

"Ah, don't you!" Excruciate.

"Ah, it's okay!" The answer.

"Hmm, thanks!" Excruciate.

"Yes, you two!" He replied, then he was in a hurry to go inside the campus.

"Hmm, I'm going in first!" Exclaims.

"Ah, yes!" My answer.

Somehow if I see him I think back to David, his first name is almost the same from D.. Deities. Why yes, how can there be people similar and the same? Though not a brother like him, and again as far as I know David has no brother, let alone twin brothers. Because David is like I'm the only child, aka mere puppet.

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