The Wasted Girl

Chapters 16. Prejudice and quarrels

Why sometimes life's story is quite strange and difficult to tell. Defy the limits of ability, and become a unique and strange thing, as invisible and unimaginable before. Is it all just a fantasy? Or just science fiction? Or maybe it is a reality? Although basically everything is based on the process of each life.

Maybe I've never been in the depths of your heart until when I can stop just as your admirer, maybe this is a mistake for everything that happened in my past. I want to run and find out what happened to this heart, just a secret admirer and do not know what his name is and somehow. I could only succumb to the situation and perhaps not be able to survive every tear, somewhere I could shelter somewhere I was looking for where the waves were. It may be just a name but it is all just a lament, it is an improbable thing but it is a thing that must happen, let everything go as it is. I want to get out of the past and look to the future, but can I mature and come back so as not to listen to my ego.

Today I saw a pair of pigeons perched on the window of the room, my room was on the second floor near the balcony of the room and there were cactus plants. Next to me keeping a cat, I don't understand why the cat always reads I think this cat is hungry I named Coky. I just found the cat on the street when I was riding a bike, at that time he was very shabby and coupled with his bloody legs I could not see he was very sorry. Then I take care of the cat and I keep it, only 4 days I think this white cat wants to drink milk I think. She is very cute and coupled with her white color and bluish eyes I really like this cat she is very sweet.

This afternoon as usual I always look at the sky I always adore and praise the beauty of the afternoon sky, I like it most when I see there is a flying kite and there is a seagull. They look amazing to me this afternoon. I don't know why I always think when dad, whether he's coming home or not, my dad works at a restaurant as a chef, he's a chef, he only comes home once a month because his workplace is so far away and I'm home alone. My mother died a year ago.

When the rain fell the sun disappeared so mute the dawn at that time, I did not meet the idol of the heart, even though the sky turned blue and threw away against the smile that morning. The silent and sinking vanish in the darkness of the clouds, I could not understand what the sun was talking about whispering in the green branches of the trees that were now raining. The rain then soaked me, wanting to run from the bitter reality that happened even though I did not visit him who later could give meaning to happiness in the soul.

I pondered and cried, I wished the rain had stopped because I had been waiting to go home so that I would not get wet. I still think about what Gilang said when we were at school he said something I didn't expect. At that time he wanted to give a letter to Dara my best friend and classmate, I do not know what the contents of the letter I was just a part between Gilang and Dara relationship. My two best friends who they were in a drunk romance, either I was actually lazy to be between the two of them but want to how else.

I also feel like getting a lover but my look is fitting, while Dara she became an idol in school because she was very beautiful and smart while Gilang who at first turned out she only considered me her friend. I honestly feel sad about Gilang's treatment of me he always confided in me about Dara, as well as Dara always confided about Gilang yes I was only as an intermediary between the two of them.