Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu
The door opens automatically with a keycard, a perfectly closed prison with humans being there. White shirt and fabric pants without pleated and brogue as the base, plastered very neat. The move stopped at one of the prisons.
"You want me to foil your plan? The question was thrown just in front of the iron bars as a separator. Jean smiled as she sat on her bed, both legs bent, and hands left on her knees.
"Tables at the table, hospital talk, classic car on CCTV, someone who hacks a device at an automatic coffee sale when you don't like coffee at all." The word continues, "Even if you want to kill then there's no need to steal, who do you want to skin?
"I'm a stupid criminal." Laughing to myself, "they're two parties that make me feel jiji with myself for not being able to save my sister from suicide." A statement that can be trusted from a prisoner.
"To blame others is not to be praised." Again Ricard made Jean smile and laugh. "Resign, you really reckon with the time to feel the bars." Breathing in languidly.
"Will it remain a secret police death?" Staring Ricard.
"You're grateful to have only been punished for fake news and kidnappings with a little sexual spice." Hand holding his hand.
"I feel more secure in prison than outside, because failing means dying. The man saved me temporarily, I should thank you properly after coming out." Jean put on a smile again at Ricard.
"They'll build a memorial to Bart's death and take up acres of land. We're going there, I'm waiting outside the bars." Ricard turned around, "i'm a little sad because you're always watching my meetings with Bart." Go with a little hand.
Jean smiled coldly.
'The tool to get the enemy out of a child's game is to become friends and enemies simultaneously. The politics of sheepfighting is pretty much toying with.'
The wind eats the body, the old body goes down the hospital stairs. Gres watched from the window of his building. A middle-aged man and woman with her child were seen getting out of the car and picking up the old woman. Their smiles are clearly reflected in the memories.
Rey hugs the little girl in a green dress and on the feet is attached green socks along with a petite-looking white espadrille. His old face was still very handsome. "Cel, where's Dior going?" the body is clad in a white shirt and unfinished cloth pants along with watchout shoes on the foot decoration.
The person he called was arranging a box of size large enough, and contained various kinds of food, "your son chose to hunt rather than take care of my granddaughter!" The old wrinkle was clearly visible on his face, "better to quickly fear we'll be late, big brother Leilei will be furious!" An old body wearing a slightly tight green t-shirt and anti fit-style black pants goes with kitten heels, a step towards the car. Rey followed behind, "Cerel, please open the door for me!" The old woman in front of Rey frowned and it made her frown lose. Rey laughed with her granddaughter.
The old bodies and faces of Emon and Eli seemed to be arranging a place on the grass. The view of the labyrinth of fruit trees, flowers and statues becomes an object of eye freshener. White anti-fit-style shirts and jeans attached to Emon while Eli wearing a white anti-fit style shirt and a mere denim skirt, footwear kitten heels on the outside of the parliament. A middle-aged man in a white T-shirt and no-fitting cloth trousers stepped with his brogie-lined legs together with one boy in the same outfit in an embrace, the man was seen standing outside the parliament, "mah, where are the others?" Questions with answers are eye proof. Rey and Cerel with their granddaughter from the parking lot stepped towards them. While from the side they looked husband and wife stepping by holding hands. Her husband is seen wearing batik and pentofel-coated black cloth pants on the legs while his wife is wearing tight batik knee-length and heels on the legs. Smile floating with the wave of the hand.
A human voice sounded faint, the fruit tree becoming a barrier from the natural rays. Stares are always spoiled.
Cerel opened the box and took out the food. They combine to arrange food in blue parmadani on grass.
"Dona, get your grandmother here!" The beautiful girl with the newly arrived curly hair nodded. Half ran with a white dress spiced yellow circles as a motif. Yellow round hat on the head, and spatdrille on the legs.
"You're not going to be feminine even like that!" Cerel raised her voice, Dona turned her body and ran upside down.
"I'm a very female grandma two!" Calling for Cerel. The old face displayed a smile and a headband.
"He's just like Lenia was!" Rey says. They smiled at the missing girl's body behind the vine.
The wind carries memories of the time that had stopped. The old face looked weary under the shade of the apple tree. There was no fruit falling around him. But the thing that distinguishes the fruit garden is the blue rose that grows around only one apple tree. There was no thorn touching the old body. The flower slowly bloomed, a glimpse of light as if hands and body were replacing the flower to embrace it. Lenia's old hand seemed to be holding a note along with a ballpoint pen there.
A fence surrounds every fruit in the garden, flowers as its decoration. Many human bodies with families are there just to relax from the sweaty life.
'I have to tell you what I'm doing right now, not on the basis of hating him. Standing by each other's destiny is a decision we choose.'
Old Lenia's eyes opened slowly, greeted with the face of her grandson who was sitting with an apple in the mouth.
"They've been waiting." Old Lenia holds trees as the body's defense. Dona smiled as the old hand stretched out, the girl stood up and held her grandmother's arm. One apple fell right between the blue roses surrounding the tree, Dona turned around and took the apple from there, "grandmother said when the apple fell from the tree it was much sweeter!" Give it to his grandmother who was outside the tree fence.
'Adam and Eve, my mind asks, You are not their son, but why?'
Lenia smiled and took the apple from her grandson.
"It's so sweet!" Both laughed and took their feet.
'There are many repetitive lives. A suitable partner with a human who has the right to choose the flow!'
Orange light gives warning for the afternoon. Light penetrates every eye that is staring. 'As if he's with us.'
Rey hugs Cerel while Eli and Emon play with the grandchildren of the two families. Slowly but surely the old face and body returned to being young, do not look wrinkles on them. Lenia leaned against Dona's shoulder, the girl patting her grandmother's back gently.
'Old faces are irreplaceable for humans.' Lenia smiled and looked into her eyes.
'Now is the time to say goodbye, live for tomorrow. Nothing was in vain when you were born, being a tiny little baby, and now being an adult is a piece of advice. The dialogue that I have made has ended, will not be useless a struggle because now even able to smile in the memory of youth. I have my own story and I hope you write your own story with customized choices.' Lenia's old hand closed the note in her book.
'Until my 100 years are over, the oath I have sworn will not erode the flow of time.' Open your eyes and smile.
'Klar Family Memorial.' It was written on the park entrance. Night converged, the chest-high white iron fence that surrounds the park appears to extend the body to the shape of a bird's nest, fused together, at the far end of the visible open circle the size of the moon in the sky, from the white iron bars display a lot of small blue light when the night on the peak will get brighter. The same thing was displayed by the blue light from the small iron bars of the tree protector. Yellow lights throughout the park are lit up alongside round fountains as tall as a two-story building with a spunky juwe statue.
A tear dripped on the novel sheet.
"Why are you crying with a smile?" Question from High School dressed girl.
"Because the novel ended happily!" Short answer from the girl in front of him.
"I just feel like it's a sad ending." Open the novel in his hand.
"Depends you chose the last message!" Closing the book with a smile.