TWILIGHT

4

Life is so complicated. Long journey towards one direction and one point. In life finding a miracle is like a meeting will eventually find a breakup point. Finding someone valuable in life becomes a great energy to live it. Make it a strength to get through this journey. A wishful thinking in the past came back. A worn out sheet that has long been buried in dreams. Discover an old story about a brief but memorable encounter. An old story that never ends. I've found her. A piece of paper in a pile of dreams. A dream I had long since abandoned.

Just think of yourself Ica..

While I was walking. Tracing the twists and turns of life. Together with the dream sheets that I have compiled. Thinking someone. Dreaming in the ocean. A meeting I was looking forward to. With himself. In this story. I remember the massalu. The story of such a short meeting. Short, yes it is so short. A female. Similar to Ica, but I don't know if it's her or not. Just like always, the woman who had such a sweet smile. But everything has gone on for so long. I want to tell you a little about him. How her cute face just flashed through my head. He sees himself again in the dream. When I so clearly saw the first point that he.

Me, I feel like I want to repeat it. Turn the clock around and look back at his face at that time. However, only wishful thinking. As hard as this self asks it is an impossible thing to happen.

A moment after I witnessed the series of lost stories, she suddenly appeared as a light and diamond adorning me. The smile that emanated seemed to be an alarm to wake me up from the darkness. Gave me a strength to rise up and walk towards the point of light. But just for a moment, his face disappeared as if swallowed by the earth. Not a second after that day I saw her again.

He was buried for a long time in a dream. Now he is back in the dream. Makes me so calm. A moment so precious. Just seeing it without knowing what its name is. Where are you now, heart conditioner. Are you the form of the figure of Aisyah in the present. I hope so...

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If in the past I had known you. Today I'm going to go around the world looking for you. Explore time and reach out to yourself. Where are you. I miss your smile. At least today I found someone who can replace you. The person who made me have a great power to dream. Finding new dreams with new stories.

The atmosphere is so quiet. Raindrops sounded faintly outside. Wetting leaves in the garden. The wind flashed across my face. It felt so soothing and slowly awakened me from such a deep daydream. How long have I been sitting alone in this room. Imagine someone's face in the dream. His face faded and slowly disappeared. And now it's completely gone.

Let pass. Now I have a new dream. A gift I am grateful for in my life. Finding yourself. Your presence will replace someone in the past. Just your smile. Which crossed my mind. Sometimes I think that one day you will disappear like someone in my past. I hope you're not like that. You are the ruler in my dreams. Come to me, my angel.

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Oh my God, when does this episode end.

New dreams and new pages. This love story has just begun. I'm going to put together the most beautiful story of my life. Finding you is the most beautiful gift of my life. Any moment of being able to see your smile is my greatest wish. Everything about you is amazing. You are like a rose. Beautiful but hard to get. Love makes a person blind and crazy.

The rain had stopped, only traces of it remained. Leaving water on the leaves and wetting the streets. The bell rang, the lesson hour was over. I immediately put the books on my desk. Then get ready and get out of my chair. Step out of class. A moment to look around it turned out that the rain had indeed stopped. Then I set foot on the way home. Down a busy highway with the hustle and bustle of life. The wind was cooling my body. It was dusk but the streets were still crowded and filled with vehicles passing by. My feet keep moving. Suddenly it rained again. I ran to a bus stop across the street to shelter. There was no other choice, I had to wait for a moment until the rain had subsided. The silence felt for a moment. However, before long it appeared from a distance the face of someone I seemed to recognize. He ran towards me like he wanted to take shelter too. Really, like being struck by lightning. That face is the face of the angel of my heart. An angel who just came into my life. The feeling came back, my heart was pounding, my heart was shaking, it felt like I wanted to run and get away from that place. How do I hide this feeling. But it was too late, he was now standing here. Not far from me. He tried to clean his bag that was hit by rain. This self felt unable to see his face, so embarrassing. It was like a dream in broad daylight. A heart poem can stand beside and stupidly I cannot see his face. The momentary silent atmosphere. The rain has not yet stopped. This man should be able to control the atmosphere. Yeah, I should try to get started. Start to know himself.

"Aisyah?, you're aisyah right, just sit down later soybean stand still." I said softly.

He may hear but remain silent. What a mysterious woman.

"Hey, didn't you hear?" I said once again.

He remained silent. I don't know what makes him so reluctant to talk. What people say is true. She is a mysterious girl full of puzzles. It's so hard to get yourself. What kind of struggle I have to do.

The mood was silent again. Moments later it appeared from a distance a black car drove through the swift rain coming towards us. It looks like it's his pickup car. This meeting will only end like this. God, I hope you have a more beautiful plan.

But for a moment before he got up from where he was standing, a sentence was heard by my ears.

"Sorry, first of all Assalamualaikum.." Soft talk.

"Oh yes, waalaikumussalam.." sautku.

Then the car drove back leaving the car. My hands are waving as a sign that someday we will meet again. I was drowning in this feeling. It didn't feel like the rain had stopped. I put my feet back. Down the road that is now deserted. The sky is getting dark. The mentaries are getting dimmer. The twilight began to disappear. I will meet your light tomorrow, sun. I hope you come back, because this story is not over yet and will continue.

God, what episode will I go through next? It will end perfectly or painfully.

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Masalalu

An old story

About life

Which I've been through

About how I am

Treating deep wounds

Wiping tears on cheeks

Then let you

Go by

Traverse time

Through so many events

Until you return

Tuk treat wounds in the present

And give me hope

To re-arrange the dream