THE SOUND OF LOVE
Wishing the Universe a Good Heart

...Sometimes the girl is scared...

...Talk about what he is doing....

...And the girl always hoped...

...The guy can understand what...

...He's rasain....

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The twilight closes the Dawn that foreshadows today is over. Dilangit like a painting of the Great emblazoned wide scribbles of the divine, scattered blinding crystals in the mega.

The moon completes the night. But here one is reluctant to stare, reluctant to speak, reluctant to feel his masterpiece. Calista Journalist.

For Calista happy is difficult to find, happy is difficult to achieve like a star that looks close but in fact far away,

Like a visible shadow yet hard to touch,

Like memories but intangible,

Like embracing the impossible past.

If only benevolent time spun faster he might be able to bring together and bring the little girl to happiness. But baby, time has its own way and God's time is not ours.

So lonely. Just like the heart.

Chirp me on the air, hoping that the wind blows away a trace of hope in my heart.

"Ck. What should I do first to Chat? It should be the guy first." decakku while talking on my own phone as a sign of impingement.

Sent to Agas ♡

From Calista: What are you doing?

Uh. It was my strong look that caught me. Then I deleted the message again and typed something again there.

Sent to Agas ♡

From Calista: Dear? You where? Why else? Same who?

Eh? It looks like my mother. Aaaassshhhhhh.

Then I deleted it again. In the end, I refused to send him a message.

Spaced. One word for my relationship with him. I also decided to watch a Thai drama as my escape, in the middle of the movie.

If Love is like waiting for a bus, sometimes even though we get the right one it does not mean we always get a smooth journey.

Instantly my heart froze, like a gong being hit and then buzzing loudly. Is correct. I've fought, and all this time I thought fighting would always end up getting what I fought for.

But it turns out that I was wrong, fighting in the end was not always about winning, but meaning every process that went through.

Then I took the initiative to send a message to Agas and let the film play out to accompany my solitude tonight.

Sent to Agas ♡

From Calista: Agas?

I want to love you without words. Without something fencing us, so there is no need to fear spaces make pauses. Or punctuation that makes it easy to read. Let it be difficult to understand. Because we need to understand each other.

I continue in my heart. If I were able to make my heart there, hoping that the male creature would understand my feeling that fighting was not just Me or Him but Us.

Silence swallows the little girl deep into the night, someone can just hug her and convince her that there is a time.

Sent to Calista 😘

From Agas: Dear you gapapa?

Ask someone's heart across there, answering all the anxiety that was squeezing the little girl. Yes, time has its own way.

Sent to Agas ♡

From Calista: I'm gapapa dear..

Sent to Calista 😘

From Agas: Behind her Gapapa chick, there must be something lis. Are you sure you are gapapa?

It feels like hugging someone who sends this message but touching each other we are helpless. I hate the distance, the distance that makes the bulkhead between us.

I hate the wind, the wind that caresses your face that I can't shake. I hate the night, the night that accompanies you now and it's not me.

Sent to Agas ♡

From Calista: "I just miss, that's all". From the song yes it's hehehe 😀

Sent to Calista 😘

From Agas: From you also gapapa. It's hard to say that you miss hmmm 😜

Thank you for staying with me, though,

To still not be far from me.

Even though I'm still far from what you expected.

Even as a silent witness that the heart is never wrong to choose, that fighting is not about the result but the process through, behind it all there is also time and destiny in control.

******

Dawn turned dazzling, its warm rays piercing through the bedroom window trying to say hello. A breeze hit her tiny face, playing her apple-scented strands of hair.

Bak Putri sleep which is only wrapped in pajamas with a roll of makeshift hair without a facial perias. Well-favoured. One proper word to her that looks like it every time.

The ringing of the phone broke his daydream. Making the chocolate iris was forced to pause from his activities. Admiring universe.

He placed a cup of hot greentea on the nightstand, picked up the phone and walked back to the balcony. Speaking to the air.

Looks disappointed and hurt on the look of his face. If only the universe had known that this little girl had been in her weary spot.

"Huh? For what sake lo? He writes status, turning back facts if I'm wrong? Satan. "my upset while disconnecting the phone unilaterally.

In the curious hunt of what I heard earlier, I just opened my sosmed account. And yes, there is written a satatus belonging to Daisy Indira. The person I had always considered a friend, where I told stories of grief, I who was always there when he was alone, needed a friend to accompany when he was alone at home was able to play with his name 'trustworthiness'.

Maybe betraying others won't hurt this much.

It feels like venting what is stored in the chest. Then I finished my activities, too sick to see.

There are people who already know wrong even write status like that. Let what? Do people know if you really? Why should others know that the problem can be solved by both? Looking for her sympathy. Don't have any temen? Need some affection? Cassian.

My inner heart while pulling my lips, a smile that others will never know is just a mask. Disappointed just as sincere is different thin.

I walked to my bathroom. I need to freshen up. Twenty minutes later I was ready to leave for my college.

Today I set out on my own because Aldira has left with Mahendra Rizaldi who was declared a week ago to be his girlfriend and he has not told me. Whatever.

Today, my mood has dropped since reading the status of someone who failed me and I have been hurt by him until now.

I drove my car through Jakarta city traffic but in vain, traffic jams are inevitable. While taking a deep breath and exhaling it violently, I grabbed my finger pressing the music play button.

And this is where I got stuck in traffic with a blank mind that floated somewhere.

To be honest, I feel very tired. I was too played with by my own feelings. Sometimes they want to stay, sometimes they want to stop.

Sometimes you want to go away, but the instinct asks to fight again. In fact, I stopped in this kind of suffering again. For the umpteenth time, again and again.

The car horn from behind blew my daydream. I flinched and drove my car straight to campus.

Arriving kampus..

Another one that makes me breathe rough. Diphpin lecturer.

"Gapain's in Lis? Cancel all lecturers today. Don't read groups?" Cibir girl thick-eyed hijab and narrow-eyed. Jihan Frella's.

"Ck. I'd rather read the future of both of us" I chanted, who was immediately rewarded with a toy on my left side.

Asataga had a concussion for a long time.

"Where are the others?" I said. Yes, the five of us, Jihan, Aldira, Ivana and Fellicia, have started to get along, wherever on campus we've always had five.

Girlband time ah.

"Cieeee nyariin's. Do you want to be like us?" the unseen voice out of nowhere revealed the three people I was looking for.

"Yeuh, where'd you come from. Offering departing dianter doi. It makes me want to" my chatter that instantly gets a murderous look from Aldira Respati.

"Bosen, where are you going?" chirps Fellicia and approved Ivana. Basic two lovebirds.

"Yes, in phpin the lecturer is more sick" continued Jihan.

"Judah to Bekasi yuk?" timpalku.

"Gapain's there?" aldira asked curiously which made them simultaneously curious.

"There's a lovely Hope there. Abis in php in lecturer right?" my reply which had definitely gotten a murderous gaze from the four of them.

Finally we decided to go to the number area of Jakarta, looking for the most comfortable place to spend time together, just unwind, open to each other and to try to be more familiar too of course.

The clock changes minutes, the minutes change seconds. The twilight spray began to hang in the sky to close the Dawn on duty since morning. Clear crystals scattered in mega flashes decorate the sky. One that the universe forgets, one that is untouched by despair.

A feeling of disappointment wrapped around the heart that makes it difficult to breathe. Once again the little brown iris girl smiled and laughed as if she could play the drama so beautifully.

"Well, is the clock back here? I have not prayed either" said Aldira who was never negligent to practice his worship.

And we agree that they are the same as Aldira. I drove my car to campus, drove our three friends to their boarding house which in fact was a boarding house. Then say goodbye to returning to our home.

In the car I was surprised by Aldira's words "Lo can cover up your wounds from all Lis people but not your best friend. I, I know you from a long time ago." I was stuck hearing a statement from Aldira that was true.

"What do I need to do with Dir? Even the pain of Dalem. You don't know how hard I made that girl sorry..

But it turns out that it hurts more to be betrayed by people we already consider friends than others Dir" I said in a trembling and weak voice.

As I slammed the steering wheel of my car to the left to pull over, I could no longer hold it. I felt my nose turn red and my eyes heat up until the crystal-clear liquid just rushes from my cheek.

"Gue know what you rasain Lis, I also sick lo lo lo who pretended to be rigid when I knew very lo fragile..

I was sick too when you were out there laughing but in fact you tried hard to cover up your wounds Lis." I immediately hugged Aldira and sobbed strongly.

I want to cry as hard as I can, but free no one will ever know because I always close the meeting. Everything was. Unfortunately only Aldira knows and it is difficult to keep something from him.

"Gue's.. I'm tired of Dir. All this time I thought Agas had changed. It turned out from the beginning that I..

I'm the one who fought. Alone" I sobbed in Aldira's arms while rubbing my back trying to calm me down.

"Lo can retreat when Lis, if he is the destiny God wrote you, you will never be allowed to fight alone" Aldira told me.

"The beautiful cave. Lo moved in the passenger seat" Dira's commando gave the order. I who still sob just obey him.

Then, I moved to the passenger seat and stared out the window, glaring at something, trying to eliminate the hiccups that still felt and the roar of tears.

I've tried to give my best, to be as patient as I can be, to think positively about everything that actually makes me unsettled.

If this is the result of what I have been fighting for so far, until now I find my tired, tired, tired, I will go away and leave everything. Because I know that everything has its time.

Even the stars began to fade in the sky, engulfed in the pitch-black night sky. It was as if there were wounded and disappointed heart strokes evaporating in the space. Wish the universe would kindly pass it on to the Khalik.

Happy Reading guys 😄