Started In Paris
First Time

"Zulfa, I'll be waiting for you in the garden"

Said it across there. I closed the conversation, then prepared to go with him. With a light blue coat paired with a black laced boot I was ready to go.

This afternoon is my chance to take the final clip of the video I'm about to make. The last monument as well as the last experience while still in this country.

The beautiful image of the monument was already flying in my mind, towering as if touching the sky. I don't know who gave the shadow permission to hang on my head. You are responsible for making my lips not relax at all.

The bag containing the camera was already hanging on my left shoulder, I was ready.

****

"Remember!! Be brave, do not be afraid of the answer from him, something that stuck in your heart must be removed immediately, do not care about the expression that will be drawn his face, the most important thing is that you have revealed it, the most important thing is that you have revealed it, say it with a mouthpiece and be true to him, don't make him feel isolated, say a sentence that describes that is who you really are!"

Sentence by sentence yes always held firmly by him. Especially after he told his father that he would bring an angel from the land of a thousand temples, the response he received was very unexpected.

He thought his father would disagree, and instead, a thousand percent of the old man supported his son in his silent pursuit of love.

Now he is standing under the lamp post of the garden street which when night illuminates the road so that pedestrians at night do not lose their way.

Same with his heart. It has long been black worn out, but once there was a speck of light that had appeared out of nowhere until now began to gradually enlarge to form a bright circle of light. However, he also did not know whether the light was properly intended for him or not.

The weather was very cold, the snow started to fall slowly, not so hard. Today's weather forecast is very low, but it is still a guess that it will snow tonight.

Even the trembling of the feet was not felt by him, the cold air did not manage to penetrate the fortress in his heart for one chance. A group of Yanga da pigeons in front of him seemed ready to deliver a message from a letter addressed to a king's daughter. The day is so sweet, I hope there are no tears at the end of the story.

****

I have been walking for a long time, it feels like my legs after being hit by a very heavy object, as if numb. Apalgi with a strappy boot is not really my best friend at all.

I finally got tired myself, I gave up, my legs were not strong. I took a cell phone from my little bag and searched for someone's name. Several times I contacted him but to no avail, what exactly happened to him today?

I sat in white around the garden street, where I waited while trying to reach him again. After a few minutes of waiting, I saw someone coming from my right side who was walking towards me.

I can make sure he's the one. From grace, he quickened his footsteps, his face so radiant, he seemed to be happy.

"I'm sorry" he said as soon as he arrived before me.

I nodded while extending a smile to him. Soon we will go to our destination, although actually my legs are still very tired, but if we do not leave now then I will go home late at night.

I walked along with him, at first we were silent to each other, probably because we didn't know what was worth talking about. However, slowly the awkward atmosphere turned to liquid as he said things that I thought were funny.

He managed to make me laugh, until in the taxi he was still slurring as if he had a mouth that was entitled to all the words in this world.

Along the way we kept laughing, he was glad I was happy too. One thing I don't understand about myself.

"Why am I like this?"