The Night Hugging the Stars (The Ghost Mystery of the Dark Forest)

Perisors

One night, the sky was crying, as if accompanying a silent piece of heart. And that cry revives every taste that has died.

It doesn't take a night to see the darkness. In a lonely corner of life, you can see a light so dim as my life.

My name is Dandi, people call me a black wolf. Because I won't give up chasing my prey. You could say I'm a stiff guy, though, selfish and unyielding with all the traits I have I include a bad boy or a male figure who likes to break social rules and live in my own rules.

I used to be a good man but ever since the beautiful woman that filled my heart suddenly disappeared, I changed a little. Nawang atasia is the only woman who can change my personality in an instant. I can be good because I can be bad too. It's a shame he's owned someone else. My heart aches to hear that fact, the one who took away my heart is none other than my own friend. I'm Dandi going to swear revenge. And I will get my heart back. I know my goal is wrong but I can't believe that the man took away my long-standing happiness. Hahaha perisor (captureer of people's wives), pembinor (captor of people's chants) call me that. I don't give a shit. Your life is YOUR LIFE and mine is MY LIFE.

That morning when one argument after another I fought with the parking lot on the side of the road. With the Netra I love I found you after a long time in search. You sit pensively alone in a garden attracted by the beautiful flowers that bloom early in the morning. But his interest is not as great as my interest in greeting you today. I really want to go back to meeting the woman in my memory. I can't wait to hold your skinny, yet warm, hand.

Although I swung my steps big, but not to meet you as fast as I wanted to see you. In the last few years, I haven't sat with you in a long time, hearing the words that intertwine to tell your story. We are busy breaking down our minds and energies to complete our main task, college. You and I agree that this final work will be the pinnacle of achievement. But you suddenly change sometimes appear sometimes disappear. As a result, our story is intertwined like HP signals in the mountains, sometimes there, and sometimes there is no.

From then on I was afraid of losing you, but my fear really happened you disappeared from my sight and that hand I could not hold anymore.

That morning I was happy that fate brought us together again even with a different story.

You belong to him while I am alone. I was angry, disappointed, I had no passion for life. From that moment on, the morning I woke up, it seemed that a blanket as thick as usual was unable to wrap my body in the cold. I shivered and faced the sun. The streak of light that pierced through the window trellis made my body lukewarm. I'm flabbergasted. Why am I the only one so cold?

During the day, not much of me moved in activity. I have repeatedly sent messages that I miss him. Message without purpose, I was restless not even had time to know the phone number. As if all the longing I said, just floating in a puddle of tears waiting for me. If I were to describe all this to him, it would be very boring. Wouldn't all the words I miss that I say, I send, I ponder, I think and I write will not change the decision that my woman already belongs to someone else.

Up to my selfishness and determination ate up a growing conscience. I decided to take back my heart. I don't know what I'll get I won't give up. I strengthened my resolve, the more I painted, I thought, I pondered, and I said the more I felt uneasy in all my activities.

My wait didn't give up until there. Until tears, and tired legs waiting avenged already when I got the number Nawang from my man. I grinned happily for a while, then disappeared not knowing where and where. At least, I can contact him whenever I want.

I know God, I'm not gonna let my shady fully float in a pool of tears. I curled up and waited between dusk slowly late by the dark of night. Waiting for a message without a reply. The disappointment was felt by the night wind that pierced my heart as I sat alone, waiting to hear from him until the cup of tea was cold on the ants.

My determination, my purpose, my life is only one to get Nawang my idol.

So long ago the story of a perisor that was no less exciting. Look forward to the other surprises in the next episode. Reading spirit.