THE LOVE OF FATE

EMPTINESS MEANS NOTHING.

💌 LOVE OF FATE 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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...I try to smile, to be happy. But, I am tired of all this, with fatigue that only brings meaningless emptiness....

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Night began to wither, this village feels calm accompanied by the beauty of the atmosphere of a simple house. Raindrops still faithfully accompany the night. The air feels refreshingly cold. Eleanor stepped near the window, opening the window slightly. Some people are still seen passing even though the clock began to climb at the figure at 22:00 pm. The sound of the window curtains fluttering in the wind.

Eleanor looked up at the sky. You can't see stars in the rain. The star is covered in thick clouds that carry rainwater. Ele smiled faintly. A smile that he could not understand on his own. He recalled the incident during the day when he met a handsome bee master.

Ele's mind wandered.

“Finally you came sir!” Said Ele standing in the middle of her strawberry garden. Strawberry stems are planted in sacks filled with soil and arranged to fill the garden next to it.

The bee master smiled as he waved his hand and exclaimed for him to wait for him out of the garden.

After that, Ele ran small, even like hovering from being so happy when she saw the handsome man coming again. Within ten meters of Ele's cheeks were already reddish. Ele was busy calming her breath while unceasingly smiling.

"Good day, Miss Ele,"

"Good day sir." Ele looked down and smiled. “I know you must have come.” whispered Ele inwardly while biting her lower lip.

"Tomorrow all these new fruits can be transported. My men will come to take it."

"Not now sir?" Ele asked with a frown. Hoping today he could linger with this handsome bee master.

"My men are training. It's likely that tomorrow will come to transport all these fruits."

"Okay sir, I'll wait for your arrival tomorrow." Said Ele nodding and then turned her face scowling.

Ele let go of her daydream.

He took a short breath and spoke slowly as if speaking to a dark sky.

Why should there be night replacing day?

Why should there be a time loop to replace day after day?

Maybe so that Ele can continue to find tomorrow.esok.and then tomorrow.

Is there someone who will come to fill my heart? take him away from here? In order for an arranged marriage from her brother, no longer haunt her. Eleanor did her ritual of exhaling through her mouth trying to stabilize the feeling in her heart.

“Mmm. Ele, I make you warm tea.” Amira suddenly appeared from the kitchen.

Ele turned her back, smiling as Amira brought her warm tea tray and a small snack for them. "Thank you, Amira. You're best friends."

"Always praising me, something this small is nothing to be proud of. It's common."

Ele sat opposite Amira. He immediately took a cup and sipped the warm tea and then put the cup on the table. “You're not interested in Davis?” Ask Ele later.

"Davis is just a friend, Ele. Don't discuss it again.” protest Amira without seeing Ele. She divorced her hair that passed through her shoulders.

“But Davis seems to like you.”

Amira chuckles. He doesn't like to be asked about anything that has to do with men. Amira never believed in his name. “Do not ask so again yes. You don't seem to know me.” Amira pretends to be upset.

"OK.okay.." Ele raised her hand and confessed to giving up.

“How about you, I don't think Harry will be silent about that matchmaking.”

“He wouldn't dare to force me, if I refused him.” Ele said calmly, even though her face looked very riled up.

“You haven't changed,” amira's accusation is fierce. "You can't lie to me with that look of yours."

Ele's face softened. A small smile fell on the corner of his lips. Make Amira goosebumps.

Ele doesn't want to talk about unimportant things. He only told me at length about his strawberry garden. About how he got acquainted with someone whom Ele called Mr. Bee.

At that point Amira was worried. He knows what Harry is like. But Ele's calm demeanor frightened her. They have known each other for a long time. Amira is no longer lonely without friends. Sometimes even in distant places, they still remember each other, we still send word to each other.

"Don't hold it yourself." Connect Amira later. Ele fell silent.

"That's how best friends. And you're my only friend here. Don't let Harry do anything. Know it? I never left you?”

“For I need not pretend in front of you. No need to hide anything.” said Ele smiled sweetly.

Amira knew, Ele never used it. Ele will never be truly angry no matter how badly she behaves. Ele accepted his arrival many times. It would even be many times again with both hands spread wide.

“Ihh, your mind is so ugly,” Ele. "I told you Harry wouldn't dare, if I said NO. So don't think too much."

“I'm just sad when Harry always comes and hits you.”

Ele was silent, she knew it. Harry would not hesitate to do violence for him. Especially when Ele didn't give him the money. He took a short breath and smiled again.

"Hm. I know, but I'm used to going through it all. I have to be strong for that."

"About that again you are also right. I know you have a great love. His body was made of pure flour. Soft, white, and smooth.

“Indeed I cake ingredients,” protest Ele.

They both laughed loudly. Such moments can make them forget that life is getting heavier by the day. More holes here and there. Increasingly stifling and making the chest heavy.

“Ah, I hope we stay happy,” said Amira.

Ele nodded and smiled again. Ele is a woman who is beautiful, she is as beautiful as a bud that just came out of the bark. It is a fresh spring on the banks of the river.

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Ele was raised by a heartbroken mother and has two brothers. When Ele was three years old, her father left home. The man not only left, but also broke his mother's heart so that she could never laugh again.

Can you imagine living with a mother who never laughed again? However, at that time he knew nothing but his father left and would come back.

Then he was told by a distant uncle who began to visit his house often if his father would never come home. His father was dead in the sea, eaten by sharks, the uncle said cunningly,

“Now you cry as hard as you can.”

At that time, he did not understand what he was saying. Ele thought the sentence ‘now you cry as hard as’ does not differ much in meaning with ‘you should sleep at eight o'clock at night and wake up at five o'clock in the morning’. When she was eleven years old, Ele began to understand her and she regretted why Ele had to know too soon.

In early April, his mother married the Uncle. On the second day of their marriage, her new mother and father had a big fight. In the days that followed, our house contained only quarrels. He heard the sound of goods being slammed. Eleanor heard the sound of blows and screams. He covers his ears tightly. His bones felt like they were melting and he could not wake up at all. What He does is always smother his ears tightly with his palms.

One day, after many hours, Ele closed her ears and opened them, she could hear nothing more. I guess because nobody talks, nobody moves, nobody breaks anything. Apparently, Ele had indeed lost her hearing since then.

Mother took her to a psychiatrist after ENT doctors confirmed there was no damage with Ele's hearing device. The psychiatrist was a friendly and pleasant woman. Personally, Ele certainly likes it and he does not get tired of doing therapy.

Eventually, his mother separated from his new father. After all, why was she with him if he still couldn't make her laugh. After the man's departure, my hearing came back and I didn't tell my mother, because she thought she still wouldn't make him happy. The departure of the people in her life made Ele think only of pain and suffering.

However, Ele never knew that the man, her new father, had never left. The man often asked him to talk and gave me chalk of various colors and he said,

“luk what you like on your room wall.”

Ele was terrified at that moment and drew an awful lot of fruits. He said, draw what you often think. So he drew various animals. People without heads and hands. He said again, what picture do you really want to tell your mother. I also drew a heart pierced by a knife.

Eleanor shouted out loud….

He woke up suddenly half-legged. Sweat soaks the forehead even though the weather in this village is so cold especially if it is close to the morning. This dream really made his heart flutter. Dreams of bitter memories as a child sticking out again.

Ele looked around. "Amira's home yet? and I was in my room. I'm having nightmares again." Said Ele spitting out a stammering breath. He saw the clock on the wall of his room. The clock showed at three in the morning.

Eleanor was still afraid of her dreams. Silent silence, the sound of nature in the whirlwind of silent silence. The sound of the wind again rustled softly touching the young leaves that looked fragile falling in the wind, prematurely old and falling to the ground, swept by the night wind that was hit by the drizzling rain that had just fallen. The sound of the night dog began to sound. Ele is getting creepy. While Ele is still struggling with emotional wounds, her childhood memories are not as beautiful as imagined. A deep sense of emptiness for having lived a life he did not want to live made him dissolve in sadness.

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SERIATE.....

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