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Episodes 110. Keive Notes

It's almost dusk. In a cemetery. Maria, Lidya, Arumi and Mirza are still stuck on the side of a pusara that still looks wet. Many times the three women shrank the tears that had never ended.

"We're home, baby." take Mirza.

Arumi nodded as well. The sign assented to the handsome man's invitation.

Arumi and Mirza. Mirza's steps became small. This is to compensate for the steps of Arumi, his 150 cm woman who he loves. While this Arumi stepped foot-job along with the ripples in his heart that sedu-sedan.

"Sister Arumi, wait.." said Lidya.

Said Lidya successfully made his second step stop. Arumi and Mirza also rotate the body.

"Lidya.." said Arumi.

The twenty-year-old girl immediately rushed into Arumi's arms. Both of his hands clenched tightly onto Arumi. Lidya.

"I'm sorry, sister.." said Lidya.

"Hey, why should I apologize? What's up?"

"I misunderstood Arumi's brother. I acted like a child this morning. I'm sorry..."

"I understand how you feel. And since this morning I have forgiven you. Because I cursed him..."

"Thank you, Brother. I think now I understand why Brother Keive so admires and loves you..."

"Don't exaggerate..."

"Yes, this is for sister." said Lidya while proffering a slightly shabby dark brown book.

"What's this...?" ask Arumi.

"This is Keive's notebook. I've read it. Inside is a story about Arumi's sister. Mirza is there too"

"Yes..."

"And through this book, I came to know about Arumi's sister. And before Keive's brother left, he left it to his mother to give it to Arumi's brother in case something happened to him. Apparently Keive already has a premonition of this.." explained Lidya who ended with a sob.

"Take, Ar. And I hope Arumi keeps her promise to Keive" said Maria.

"For that, my mother need not worry. We'll keep the promise as it says to Keive"

"Thank God, my mom was glad to hear that. Lidya baby, we're home..."

"Yes, Ma..."

"Yes, we're looking forward to you tomorrow afternoon to eat at home..."

"Yes, Ma. We'll come." said Keive.

Then the four stepped out of the burial ground where Keive lay in her navel. Although sad still wrestled with the soul, but at least there was a relief for Maria, Lidya or Arumi and Mirza.

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Dusk in the backyard. Arumi sat on the green grass. Half of her body leaned on Mirza. In his hand was a dark brown book containing Keive's notes.

"You're going to read it now...?"

"Yes. I'm curious. What Keive wrote about us..."

"We or you?"

"Haha.jealous huh?"

"of course. My wife was curious about another man's record..."

"Ah, stop. We read it together..."

In Keive's notebook...

At dusk I asked...

Who is that beautiful girl standing across the street. Black hair. The length covered most of his white ash uniform. Em, her height is beyond most girls. I'm probably 150cm away. Well, my heart trembled when I saw some boys bothering her. I want to break the hands of those who have touched her black hair. Or gagged their mouths because they were already touching them. But what my power is, I don't have the courage to...

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*On the night I complained...

I miss...

To the girl I met this evening. Who's he. When did I meet him?

I miss...

To the girl I met this evening.

I hope I meet him tomorrow*.

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Guys...

After a week of not seeing it, I saw it this afternoon. My beautiful 150cm girl. He was so close to me. Wuih.my heart is beating great. It feels like jumping, excitement. My kangen suddenly yawned because I could see it. I wanted to say hello, but a man just called. I failed to see him either. And so, I finally found out his name. Arumi is her name. What a beautiful name...

Arum....^^^^^^^^^^^

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I'm kangen. I haven't seen him for more than two months. I tried to go to some places he had visited, but nothing. I can't see it.

Where's my girl?

Nightly....

I'm kangen. Please say hello to my kangen. The kangen that I have entrusted to the baby*...

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"*Crazy...!!" that's what a friend of mine, Darian said. He said that when I told Arumi about my miss. The 150cm girl who stole my heart.

"I don't care.." I replied.

Arumi, am I wrong if I'm interested in you? Maybe I'm crazy. But that's me. Full of madness..😜*

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Poetry misses for Arumi...

The twilight hue has already died

The color softens at the end of the sky

Cool the soul wash away all despair

Miss in every dream

When I miss you

All the beauty created has filled my niche. When imagining your cheerful laughter, or trying to paint your sparkling eyes beautifully. That's when my soul worries. Because I miss you more.

This full moon you're still missing in the night. When do we meet?

Arumi, I miss you*...

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My taste is broken...

This afternoon was the first day of my lecture in this odd semester. Semester five.

A little girl ran across me. His long black hair seemed to wave in the wind then. With a different height than most people makes it easy for me to recognize it. That's Arumi. Hirata Arumi. Student majoring MB first semester, so the story of a friend.

My heart seems to be running. *My soul revolted asking me to immediately meet the girl who after all the full moon I didn't see. Unknowingly my feet stepped closer to him. Just another range...

Jesus, a strong and handsome man was standing next to him. Adyatma Mirza.

Hirata Arumi...

We are a college...!

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Painter...

In addition to the insults he received, it turned out that he also received praise. Hirata Arumi...A 150 cm girl whose hands have magical powers. It's a painter, man...

Draw me donk....

In your heart..😜

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My girl's hurt...

A life that is always in pairs

Black-White, positive-negative, day-night, laughter, grief-stricken, wounded girl...

A hater is bullying her. Want to desecrate the sanctity of my girl. Tearing his clothes meant to spread..

My girl sobbing...

I rebel, as a man of course I do not accept. I take the wood and blindly meyeranh the bully.

But the eyes are always on the handsome figure of perlente, Mirza Adyatma. Successful young entrepreneurs who are valued by many women.

I fell down at the end of the road. The blood dripping from the arm that was torn because of the dagger I didn't breathe. My wounds are not much, my heart is wounded when my girl is in the arms of another man...

My girl or I are hurt. I don't know...

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After a long time I reopened this dark brown notebook. Look back at every scratch. And that name still exists. Hirata Arumi...

Today for the first time I met him again. Prayer is still my old girl. Beautiful, friendly and kind. But my heart hurt when I found out it belonged to another man. Adyatma Mirza.

What is my power...

Should I take it? Ah, it doesn't feel possible. That man is a god to me and my family.

What is my power...

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