The sky witnesses my love
The introduction!
For a writer, almost every place is a place to express his feelings, love his pain, happiness and his atmosphere. Whether paper, desk, land, anywhere with which he can write his feelings, including social media, Instagram for example.
We are free to write what we want to write. Saying what we want to say. Explain what we want to explain. Freer. That's how Reina describes writing, full of freedom.
Reina often posts her writings on her social media pages, hoping that readers can benefit from her writing, or just want to release the burden that she cannot bear in her heart.
For Reina, sometimes writing is just more appropriate than an unfaithful ear.
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That night the weather was not friendly people said, but said Reina, the earth was partying Karna was hit by rain. Is not rain a mercy? Why should we be considered enemies? Thought Reina.
Many things he likes from the rain, one of which is the smell of wet soil that has just spiked rain. "Cooling." Reina smiled cheerfully.
All her activities are done, Reina just stay relaxed in her small palace, favorite room of course.
He lay down on his soft mattress, set the temperature of the room to be cooler. "It's convenient.." Reina pulled on her soft blanket, setting the most comfortable position. Then, open the Instagram page for a while.
"One of your friends knows where to sell fried bananas? It's cold this way it's good to eat a hot fried banana." Reina read the instastory of one of the people who is not foreign to her name. Yeah, 'cause that guy's name always comes up on the viewers list.
"This sister is funny" Reina said, still with a tickling feeling.
How yes? Of the many posts of that person, only once he saw posting like that. So it looks aesthetic, haha. It might be ordinary to others but funny to Reina.
"In the north of the city there are so many ukh," Reina replied to the man's post.
"Oh, if the south knows?" Ask the guy again,
"Oh yes Syukron Jazaakillahu khair"
" Afwan, wa Jazaakillahu khair dear" Reina replied kindly.
The girl was indeed famous for her friendly and loving personality. No wonder he spoke so.
"Afwan, I'm the Brotherhood (male).."
Reina looked up at the message that just came in.
"Oh my God, what have I done? Heisss, just called a man's love? Astagfirullah. Wanna put it where is my face? Aisss... What should I say???" Reina bit a finger
He deleted all the messages he had sent before. So ashamed of himself.
"I don't know if it's a man. Aisss, why should the profile picture be flowers anyway? It'll be a girl." He glared at the man's message.
"It's okay. I hope there is no misunderstanding." Said the man again
Reina's eyes were round, "I should have been more thorough in reading people's names, not just looking at her profile picture. Ah, what kind of impression is this? Aisss. It's a shame." Reina murmured, cursing to herself.
Thats howinthestart. Unplanned introductions, very unwanted first impressions. Since that day, their story began.
About the man who was so perfect in Reina's eyes, about the woman who was so different to her race.
An unclear introduction to the situation, an unexpected introduction to the effect, who would have thought to open the door of taste? Who would have thought to bring love? Who would have thought to create hope?
