Creative Novels (Nov novel Collection)
Dragonfly Fairy Part 3.
The phone rang.all of a sudden he had told me he had dbandara.tangisku broke.as if this destiny does not side with me.shadowed my life in the future without his presence.
Dragonfly: please fairies do not cry.don't be sad.I go for the sake of mind and someday I will come for you.I love you.and when I come back all will not change.I am still your dragonfly and you periku.please wait for me.
Fairy: no. I can't wait for you dragonfly, at least tie me up with a more serious bond,at least I have a strong answer and reason later when my parents ask me why I always refuse when in other people.
Dragonfly:can not be peri.please understand also my position.if I am more concerned with getting engaged especially when I intend mondok k Mecca it will doubt my seriousness to Abi ummiku and my entire extended family.Something when the mandate of my hut is in my hands.I must find the knowledge first to mature and prepare everything.while this mind is not easy I get.the process is also difficult.very unethical if I ask fiancee.definitely he all thinks I play.
Fairy just crying.because only tears can represent her feelings at this time.the tears are weakness is also the strength for her heart wounds are very deep.as the word dragonfly is final.clad explanation is like a judge's decision that can not be sued again.indeed the logic he conveyed is also true. And in the end this feeling of love that must be put aside, is not life not just about yourself.living there are the rights of parents, the rights of others, religious and state.
Dragonfly: fairy please say. What size are your shoes?trying to move the subject.
Peri: what are you for?38 I answered while wiping away the tears.
Dragonfly: I already want to fly in a few hours.please write the full address.I send shoes and sandals.incidentally in front of me there is a shoe store.haya this I can give as a sign of our last farewell.
Dragonfly tried to break the mood and divert my sorrow.
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One week passed.the number hp dragonfly is no longer active.the world feels dead, quiet rhythmic.his distinctive voice, laughter ,the smile is no longer there.Times I look at my phone hoping there is a code number Makkah call me.Often also I check the face book hope he asked me through messenger.because we used to often video call using messenger.
Tok tok tok, the sound of my room door began to be knocked by my mother.because some days I did not leave the room and said that being sick needed rest, because some days I did not leave the room,so my mother did not suspect me that she was really sad and often crying.
This is an item from the postman, he said yours.mother put the front door yes.say mother as she passed.
Inwardly asked.what stuff huh?it seems I do not feel what message.with a bit lethargic move from the mattress to the door of the room.big cardboard package in front of my eyes.early it still feels strange.and slowly I open the package.and it turns out to contain shoes and sandals that dragonfly pack at that time.around there are 10 pairs of shoes and sandals.and there is a light brown t-shirt and a boxed motif holster, a,yes it's true that the old t-shirt he was wearing apparently.as per my door.kuciumi continues and I hug.and there is a small book containing practice practices.at least if you miss any of this mute object that becomes a solace.Slowly I slip the shirt n t-shirt it into the rack let my mother and father not suspect.
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Days change, and the week goes by,moon changed years.dragapung really disappeared.without news.I was confused looking for the direction of the purpose of my longing to dock where.vara walk in the dark.stepping feel palpable looking for the direction of the destination.if longing only tears and prayers as a witness.my thought began to be chaotic, I began to think,don't let the dragonfly forget me, or he's dead?or she's fine but the rules of the cottage are so strict that it can't tell me...