The 18 Year Bride
Feast Dinner

Since yesterday night was Elijah's birthday, I planned to take him to dinner at a roadside stall not far from our house to celebrate his increasing age, albeit on a small scale.

we went to dinner on foot, the streets were crowded and the air was a little cooler than last night. Street lights are brightly lit, as are the lights in people's homes, so the village looks like more people are partying. Elijah stood beside me, holding my hand gently.

"Thank you, Mr. Damian," he said shyly.

"For what?"

"Take me out to dinner to celebrate the birthday."

"We're having dinner at a regular stall, don't overdo it! I'm not good."

"This is more than enough, because Damian's friend."

her voice really calms me. How could such an active woman be this gentle? ah, if...how could he possibly be happy eating in an ordinary place just because he wanted me to accompany him? it wasn't special, because she was used to eating at my house, but tonight, my God, she was dressing up just for dinner with me!

we stopped at a food stall in an open space with a calm atmosphere.I chose to sit at the end table once, away from other visitors.The atmosphere tonight felt very fitting, very fitting, although only with a small outlet but the owner is very concerned about the convenience of his customers, he plays music with a small sound system.

the night view was wide open, as if our celebration took place under the blessing of the stars.The first time I enjoyed eating out of the house, and it didn't seem so bad. maybe because together with that special girl who tonight is immeasurably beautiful.

"You are beautiful, Elijah."

"I am always beautiful" she replied gently with confidence. "Especially in front of Mr. Damian."

the music flows, the rhythm is clear like the raindrops that come. I looked up. The sky is so bright, the stars scattered around the full round moon.how many centuries is the age of this universe? Lord, protect me from all that is amazing! the night wind rippled in, moving Elijah's scarf with a gentle touch.he beamed and smiled.

"I like the eyes of Mr. Damian when looking at the sky so. very grateful as if grateful and enjoying the atmosphere of nature," he said with sparkling eyes.

I turned my gaze out there, looking at the dark night.

"Like a clear moon tonight," he smiled. "I really like the gift that Damian gave me last night."

I was silent, my face turned red as I remembered the meeting of our lips at the turn of the night yesterday, embarrassed and thrilling.

"At that time, what did Mr Damian feel?"

"I feel nothing" I replied, though in reality my mind was filled with sensual illusions about him.

I nodded, nodding to keep my prestige.

"If you kiss again how? to be sure."

I was crushed like a lump of rock that burst into pieces into millions of stars that swirled around, until then the waiter came carrying coffee and jasmine tea, as well as two plates of grilled fish rice and miso soup. I enjoy my coffee, the warmth flows throughout the body.he enjoys his tea while blowing occasionally on the surface of the water.

for some reason, the wind rustled more intense than usual, surrounded me with cold that made the creeps.This feeling pounded violently along with the thump of music and every word that tormented.

"Sir Damian just shut up? what was he thinking? we ordered more expensive food, right? more money than we have now?"

"Uhuk! uhuk!" I choked, the coffee puffs stopped and sat down in my throat, feeling very itchy inside when I heard her worry, "No, it's still affordable."

"Ah, sorry. because Mr. Damian just shut up. I'm worried if because it's not good, Mr. Damian so force yourself."

I just kept quiet, just smiled knot. Actually I was wrong endless behavior, I did not understand what happened. in this self it is as if there is a great quarrel that one wants to immediately embrace him and the other survives because of the environment.

"Oh, I have something for Mr. Damian."

he opened his bag and picked up a piece of paper. "I got a 74 for yesterday's history quiz."

I took the paper out of his hands, how proud and happy I was, because the lessons were not in vain. "Good job! if this continues I'm sure the exam will be easy."

"that's not all Damian's supposed to see!" the hardic. "Read my handwriting on the last page of the answer paper."

I read the writing behind the grades, good writing but I find it hard to read, either because the lights here are dim or my eyes are not healthy. I painstakingly read letter by letter, letter by letter, word by word and line by line.I thought it was a note about the answer, but it turned out to be a message; a simple but beautiful message.I read the message, I read the message, under the watchful eye of the angel of death blazes, but before I sip my coffee first:

When someone loves you, they don't have to say it. You'll know how they treat you.

I was swept away by its electrifying meaning.My soul felt full, and my life became infinitely vast.All that was murky in my feelings filtered in such a way that it left a simple, clear atmosphere, a kind of heart word that is not merely, but a heart that is supported by a conclusion born of long contemplation.

although I only got this from him, a short but meaningful sentence that made me reflect.it was very happy to get it, thus multiplying my gratitude for this knowledge given by him.

"Thank you,"