A Youth In Life "AL"
Aged in Regret

For days I locked the body in an empty room, sometimes laughing to myself in painful tears. Sometimes.crying in my screams do endlessly and unknowingly.

I need peace even more I really need Adhit, a young man named Adhit Pradigda who I need and I really need.

There's nothing more than that I've always hoped for, and what compares to what could happen. Maybe it's better that time I give up brother adhit to study and not even like this, really will not be willing until anytime.

I don't want to accept the fact that Brother Adhit really abandoned me and chose to live with God, it's not fair to me, it will never be fair, brother Adhit, and all that is not mine, will never be mine even for a moment.

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At some point, I knew there was something that would separate me and my life and this would be something painful even, an accident or an old age sickness, and it was not an option, he said, it was a tragedy, perhaps a tragedy to the process of death.

But how come God did not give space for happiness before I can really feel the tragedy.is there no justice of God !! whither?? Whereabouts?? Even if they are hiding, I beg you not to be a coward !!!

I really feel the madness, until now still felt in this heart, maybe I still remember it. Two-and-a-half years I was in the hospital, not lying down but it could probably be said to be life-sustaining… without the presence of a young man in my life and until now there has never been even a speck of dust. A taste that will be stuck in the lining wall of my heart.

I press my life in solitude, although it will be lonely for the sake of loneliness I feel at all times, but still my heart only needs a young man who I no longer handle someday. Her... The figure of the young man with tears in his eyes, the figure of my first love youth, the figure of the youth in every mirage of my dreams. And He's.... The figure of the young man who became the purpose for my gratitude was given this life.

But not anymore..

There will be no more gratitude to Him, along with the disappearance of the figure of the young man I dream of. I am ready to waste this living bone.

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Sorry,,

Perhaps that is all I can whisper to you, You are so precious to this earthly life. For all people and for those who have a figure in their lives, I hope to keep it wholehearted and always pray.

Never use the ego in this soul, let the ego always sleep. It will not disturb our lives.

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**Thank you guys for reading my first book..

Sorry if there are still many errors in writing. I will try to do better and learn from the mistakes that have been made before**.