Escape Soul Raga
Rambles

The clouds shifted, shutting the sun off from its stopover. Gheya had just finished taking a bath, and chose to sit inside her dormitory. A few hours ago, his legs were sore. How not, walking towards a very far passageway.

"If I wasn't ashamed, I'd like to whine in front of my parents. But, I'm not a dozen years old anymore. Gheya's spirit! You'll get through this." monologue.

At first the atmosphere was still quiet, but suddenly surprised by the sound of a guitar. Gheya was curious, with what was happening outside. Did Bilim invite the buskers, to create a small riot.

Gheya came out of her boarding house, after wearing her hijab. He saw the clown dolls, which were very funny. At first it was normal, but smiling too. The doll jogged, and Bilim plucked the guitar.

"Eh Gheya, you finally came out of the cage" said Bilim.

"So, you invited the clowns just to get me out? Then made a series of small riots, just to disrupt my break." Gheya was astonished.

"Gheya, I see you look sad. It takes a little entertainment, to make you feel relieved." said Bilim.

"You know what my heart is about. Even the little thorns that stick to my nails, I won't tell you." replied Gheya.

Gheya immediately turned around, closing the boarding gate. Bilim stopped his guitar string quote, not the spirit of the beginning.

"Eh Bilim, don't be sad that's it." said Aryo.

"Who is sad, he and I know" Bilim replied.

"Aren't you curious about him, that means interest" said Aryo.

"Truly, just keep pepeting." - timpal Theyo.

Gheya locked the door of her room, and started typing the novel script again. This time he shed tears, not knowing why. Bitter memories of the fate of the family, has made him a beggar.

”What in the world, there is no place to live that can make me comfortable. Including this cost, it still makes me feel anxious. As if there will be another quarrel.” Inner Gheya.

Without feeling it was morning, the girl apparently fell asleep while crying. Not realizing at all, that the drinking water runs out. Too busy working and sad, making him forget basic needs. Gheya wiped his shoes, and put on socks.

A few minutes ago, she had just finished her bath. Gheya returned to work as before, then stopped by the store for a while. Gheya bought bread, then saw a child crying. It seemed that the boy was starving, as his hand was holding the stomach.

He was sitting on the side of the road, after walking back and forth. His hands are asking for money. Gheya immediately approached him, giving him a packet of bread.

"This is for you" said Gheya.

"Thank you brother, may Allah make your affairs easier" he replied.

Gheya smiled at him. "The same prayer, for the one who prays."

The little boy opened the bread and put the food in his mouth. While Gheya continued his journey, going to the fried tavern. There his boss looks overwhelmed, early in the morning has a lot of messages.

"Gheya, you're so full again yes." he said.

"Yes ma'am." replied Gheya.

Gheya did his job as usual, while developing a smile. The point is he has to be excited, to forget all the bad things on his mind. Focus, focus, focus, don't think about the whole world. The brain also needs rest, so that the nervous system remains healthy.