FALL IN LOVE ALONE
JC . Section 30 . Daydreamed
The sun is approaching the twilight where we know where we are living this is indeed what it is. There is no need to complain much about the reality. Just need to be grateful and feel happiness in living it. Surely life will become very beautiful. Back then I found my own dream falling on the doorstep, drenched in the rain. Like soiled clothes I wash and sunbathe on the lawn. At times like that I always remember your face and eyes when I look at me, always shady and affirming. Then I'm sure in the end the distance just separates the body. But he could never keep away the dreams, imaginations and memories we shared in the deepest longings.
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The afternoon has changed with the night.
In that room I was standing pensively from behind the window of my room. A lot of questions - questions that dance - run through my mind but I don't have the answers.
"Fine."
Mother's call roused me from daydreaming.
I looked up, "What's the bun?" ask me as I turn around, then walk towards the mother who is now sitting on the edge of the bed, and I also landed my butt next to the mother.
"You, why did you notice it like you were busy daydreaming if something was stirring your mind?"
"It's okay - what a bun, it's just that Ara has twice met the exact same person Antony. I don't know why Ara's feeling is that it's her, and strangely she doesn't know Ara at all."
Bundapun grabbed his daughter's hand and then stroked - elus, "Darling, you know and see for yourself with your eyes when Antony was buried. So forget him."
Bundapun hold me, Ara "I'll find out who he really is so that my curiosity paid off completely." deepened in the heart.
Mother took off her arms, "Yes, it's as good as you rest." as he rubbed her cheek. Then he stood up and walked away from his daughter's room.
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In a large and spacious room a man was sitting on a chair on the balcony of his room. He is struggling with his feelings. The incident last day still looms over him.
"The romance of Navisha Kirana Yusuf" said Ray Lirih.
While rubbing his face with both palms. Suddenly it was like a cliche recording of the film was rotating alternately in his mind. It was described as a young woman and a young man standing in the courtyard of the mosque.
Ray suddenly realized, "Who is the girl, and the man. His face was faint."
Late at night, Ray decided to go in and rushed to sleep.
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"Author voice 😊😊."
That room. Equally - the same above the bed only different places have a variety of styles that they practice but their eyes remain reluctant closed. The local time is 22:00 p.m.
But because they are tired of struggling with their feelings - each of them finally fell asleep and ready to adventure to dreamland. 😴😴😴
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The dawn in the morning is the light of spirit. A new spirit on a new day. Welcome the morning with a smile and a good mood.
At mama Inggit's.
"Mah's morning." said Ray as he walked towards his mamah who was preparing breakfast on the table.
"Bag sweetie."
"Well, someone wants Ray to go to Mom."
"It will be, after breakfast." pulling up a chair and then sitting down, and take a plate and then filled with rice and side dishes then in the aftercare of Ray who now sits in front of his mama just the dining table as a barrier, then offered to Ray, then, dishes containing rice and side dishes earlier.
"Eat." said Mama Inggit.
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