Garden Benches
Dark Side's
Dark Side's
If trying the dark is a condition for understanding the real meaning of life, then, I might do it. But, does it have to?
Anton came in haste, his face looking tense his sweat condensed on his forehead. He patted the shoulder of the Great, then extended his hand to me and Ardi to shake hands, smiling thinly.
Then quickly pulled the chair near Agung. His chin gave a sign to Santi who was seen waiting for orders. The girl then immediately returned inside after seeing the code from Anton.
"It's been a while?"
Anton opened the conversation, staring at us one-on-one.
"There's only twenty minutes here, Ton."
The great who answered. Anton mangut mangut, like thinking what you want to ask again.
"Where are you from? How come you're here, huh?" search Ardi.
"Emmm..biasalah make sure the preparation." Anton replied while showing off a row of his teeth, even so, the tension has not disappeared from his face.
"Cieee's getting married, dedegan ndak, you, bro?"
"Hahaha .. this is ..." Anton rubbed his sweat again.
"Mahaha ...." Want to not want Ardi and Agung to laugh too, Anton looks wrong. But we try to respond casually.
"Eh, um, the image of not holding HP huh, Ton? How come it's never active?"
I asked intentionally to the point, I think from earlier I had put on a serious face without a smile. 'Just let's just say, Anton knows what I'm feeling now. His request first that I release Citra, does not mean he has the right to disobey her!'
"Oohh, e .. i - yes ... Hp Image ..."
Anton stuttered, probably not expecting that I asked. Ardi and Anton stared intently, waiting for an answer from Anton's mouth.
"Friends are a lot of nyari, Ton. You know, weddings like this we usually use for reunions. So it's only natural that we have more intense communication" the Great solot with flat intonation.
"Hemmm, yes I know it's Gung, so I hope you're present at the reception." replied Agung like he got a gap to give an answer.
"You didn't want us to be witnesses when you were Ijab Qabul?" ardi's protest was more about voicing my voice than his own.
We stared at Anton simultaneously, deliberately making him look like an accused.
"It's not so, I mean at the reception it's freer for us. The show is special for all friends .." elak Anton.
The man rubbed his sweat back over his slightly narrowed eyes, using a handkerchief taken from his pocket.
"If we come when you're ijab Qobul, may we?" tanyaku.
Anton flinched, there was a look of concern and dislike there. I responded by sipping my tea before it got cold. The same thing Ardi and Agung did.
"E ..how is it..."
Anton bent his reddened face, from the frown of his forehead seemed to be thinking of something. I don't know what he's holding back, anger or annoyance. Like a child who is afraid of having his toys taken away by people.
"Ah, you're Ton! You know right? We are Citra's best friends since High School! We've been like brothers, what are you worried about trying?"
Great Sentence sharp, Anton melengos. Put his back on the back of the chair. Shove her hair back.
"Peace Image, if many thoughts." Anton is still working on using the name Citra as an excuse.
"Hahaha, find a reason, you! I wonder what else, everything is clear. Your job now is to make Citra happy. If you don't see a friend, it's called possessive!"
Syndir Agung cynic.
Anton blushed, his lips clenched. His narrow eyes glanced in fret.
"What is clear until the time comes, all possibilities can happen, to, Gung?!" sahut Anton while pointing the corner of his eye towards me.
I did not respond, only I replied with a sinless look.
"What is the possibility of what you mean? Don't be weird, you're not sure your image is the same? Shit!" the Great again.
"Well, nobody knows, right, Gung?" Anton replied quickly, laughing gamily.
"Where, can you not meet Citra?" ardi urged.
Anton was silent, his shoulders moving up.
"Sorry, yeah. Don't see Citra, just yet." said Anton firmly.
"Actually, what the hell are you hiding, Ton?" sahut Ardi again.
"No, there is."
"What are you afraid of?" great Tymphal.
Anton jerks.
"No, I just want to calm down, please, just two days away, after that we definitely open communication again." pinta Anto half pleaded.
We were silent, it was useless. It's Anton's right, it's a matter of his life, not where we insist. My breath, I shouldn't be selfish either.
Ting
A chat came in, from Agung, I opened without turning my head.
[Patience, Gie. Tomorrow, I'll try again!]
[Okay, thanks. ] I reply
[We're saying goodbye, now are we?]
[Yes, okay.]
Kuotak atik gawaiku after replying to Agung chat. A song by Alan Walker I played slowly .
Dark Side's
We're not in love
We share no stories
Don't be afraid
The shadows know me
Let's leave the world behind
Take me through the night
Fall into the dark side
We don't need the light
We'll live on the dark side
I see it, let's feel it
While we're still young and fearless
Let go of the light
Fall into the dark side
Fall into the dark side
Give into the dark side
Let go of the light
Fall into the dark side
Beneath the sky
As black as diamonds
We're running out of time
Don't wait for truth
To come and blind us
Let's just believe their lies
Believe it, I see it
I know that you can feel it
No secrets worth keeping
So fool me like I'm dreaming
Take me through the night
Fall into the dark side
We don't need the light
We'll live on the dark side
I see it, let's feel it
While we're still young and fearless
Let go of the light
Fall into the dark side
Fall into the dark side
Give into the dark side
Let go of the light
Fall into the dark side
Take me through the night
Fall into the dark side
We don't need the light
We'll live on the dark side
I see it, let's feel it
While we're still young and fearless
Let go of the light
Fall into the dark side
Ardi whined his hair. Glancing at me while shaking his head. In the meantime, I moved on and didn't really care about it. I extended my hand towards Anton.
"OK, Ton! Then, we say goodbye, hopefully smoothly yes, if I come at the time of the Qobul ijab, do not you drive away right?" my God while embracing his shoulder, my height is slightly higher than his.
"Haha..."
"Me, take care of me, Ton!" exclaiming Ardi and Agung who came up, approached Anton and reached out to shake hands and waved his hand.
"Okay, thank you, yeah."
Anton escorted us away, walking with our steps until, almost at the gate. But a moment later immediately rushed back, when a faint rang out, Santi's panicked voice called out to him.
"Mas Anton, please Mrs Citra!"
I frowned, looking at Agung and Ardi who were still behind my steps. Ardi turned back to look at Anton running, but the young man then disappeared behind the stage.
"What's wrong?"
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