Raindrops like a piano that emit beautiful melodies. The voice that almost every day accompanies the girl who is waiting for the bus at the bus stop - if the rainy season arrives. The girl was seen by many people like a convict. Like sitting in a room full of fire, the girl's face was red with fire. Indeed, a convict who is judged all over the world, is in fact the girl is the son of a convict. If the girl has wings, she will flap her wings and go away from the bus stop.
"Corruptor!" One of the young men opened the Voice to make the girl raise her head. Like a bomb exploding inside him, the girl's body was instantly hot. The patience that he takes care of carefully, like fire that he continues to put out at any time. "Astagfirullah" said the girl, then lowered her head again. Negative stamp will cling more tightly to him If he acts no-nonsense. He tried to change the hot atmosphere, pretending to enjoy it.
The breeze makes the feeling of being hot and the heart feels hot down. like a withered flower that blooms again when the girl sees a rickety palace far from beautiful words. But it wasn't the rickety palace that he actually saw, there was no view that made him smile. It's just that his mind is headed for a portrait that he has long been longing for.
Happy and sad mixed up like coffee and sugar. The girl tried to enjoy coffee that no longer felt very bitter. Memory 5 months ago still passed slowly not lost - like a pedicab that was pedaled by grandfathers in the city of Yogyakarta. A mother's hug and her daughter Like a blanket that warms their cold hearts. At that time, the clear pearl beads poured from their caramel eyes that looked the same.
Like a rainwater melody that the girl hears every day, without any singing. There is no voice, only a hug that makes the minds of both of them stop in the past. The past which makes it difficult for both of them to live, even makes it difficult to breathe because of the chest which is like a chunk of rock. Both of them then sat in a chair that looked fragile because of age. The two of them talked, diving basic on the conversation on the high seas.
Both of them began to dive to the bottom unconsciously. "No problem ma'am, echo is accustomed" smiling on the girl's thin lips. Her beautiful face increasingly looks beautiful when a smile is neatly painted. In fact, the girl swallowed hard before answering this.
The rickety palace was only about 1/10 the size of the girl's house 5 months ago. Mosquitoes rang so loudly by the girl. Every now and then he moved his hands to drive small animals that usually make humans bumpy. The polluted river next to the rickety palace might have made the mosquito feel at home shouting at the girl. Wake him up when he goes to dreamland. If only the mosquitoes were silent, maybe the girl's dream had gone a long way. A dream that seems more beautiful than a sad life. He still had nothing to complain about.
