I am famous for the nature of my love that is marked by my laughter that causes echoes and sound waves that are quite loud among other normal sounds. Just call me ica. The spoiled Pangilan my grandfather gave me when he was still alive, though I don't remember the face of the warrior clearly because I was too small to keep a piece of life around me.
Now I am growing up to be a beautiful young woman according to my mother, the wonder woman in the universe. I am the old child who is youngest. I wonder what my father thought, who always mengapku small, the figure of a little girl who whined to a piece of cake or a packet of candy.
The bigger I have the more thoughts for my life, at least not like before, I who do not care about the environment around me, what else about love. Not at my age, the heart of feeling that has been formed because the time is formed, the time has come for me and this feeling to know someone who has and is looking for the same piece.
Turns out I found the figure, which at first I considered the figure in my mind. All happened because I accidentally requested an expansion of friendships in cyberspace with my best friend who was studying around the island of Java. I am interested in an account, which has the worst AVA at the time, then I followed it, with the intention of expanding friendships in cyberspace, not real and will never be real. All continues, with full color and taste. I smiled again at that time, after my father left me and they quickly and suddenly.
The talks continued, and finally met. Everything that I never imagined happened, as if someone had arranged this meeting. I felt alive again, because I found a place to tell stories again besides my father.
For some reason, or how I explain it, unlike other women who will blush when receiving flowers, I don't like to be given roses, jasmine and so on. My mindset changed when I read a strange article from an online magazine which at that time discussed the meaning of a flower, and the article also explained, you can guess the nature of the men who approach you with certain ways and tricks from the flowers they give. But I would prefer if the man gave me a doll, my imagination ensued, the virtual figure that is now real before me gave me a
One day meeting and making things change, at first I did not like the figure in this virtual world, because he always showered mentionings on my Twitter with questions that can be said to be repeated every hour but now I look at him a little with different views, whether his smile that was so sweet, or because of his gaze that made my heart lose its normal beat, or even because of his attention that made me feel a little comfortable with him, I don't know.
A sizeable doll now adorns my bed, which hugs me every night for no reason, even if my body-size roll is soft enough for me to hug. I'll give this doll the name of mr. poo, it's quite simple why this name I gave to the panda who bit the bamboo in his mouth. This name just came out in my mind, this name comes from a barber shop name that is quite popular with young men, young adults, and adult men. This virtual figure is now real before we met and the streets the style of young people usually, he took the time to tidy up a little haircut in the barber shop.
A week passed after he wandered back to where he went to college. I felt closer, I began to miss him. Communication without interruption, from whatever it is, all chat. Light and heavy chats, serious and joking chats, private or casual chats. I understand a little. And began watering the seeds he planted when he returned.
My 19th birthday, morning with great obstacles, started the special day. When I was going to campus the motorcycle tire broke many times, but I kept smiling because he gave a greeting and made a personal message (pm), simple but that meant for me.
The preoccupation that I felt in the morning, afternoon and evening was immediately destroyed, at 6:00 p.m. Without the rain from the sky, without the breeze that blows or storms, and without a roar roaming the sky. He gave me a slightly bitter word and suddenly I disappeared from him.
The heavy sobs that I did in front of my campus friends. Makes me a little relieved. They tried to understand me and to scold the decisions I had made before. They opened my mind, to think ahead, this is one of the tastes of the world we must taste, this is their message.
My condition was weakened, I could not withstand the pain of my nose at lunch with them my friends. I didn't have time to run to the toilet to hide what had happened to my condition at that time. Blood came out of my nose without realizing it, when I laughed while holding my pain, which I always underestimate. They immediately fell silent and I immediately grabbed the food tissues in front of me, with a very painful breath, I kept trying to breathe softly, so that the blood that came out was not inhaled and entered my lungs. I finally had to be honest with my situation, about the cancer lodged in my nose. But one of them was surprised. If I am one of the cancer sufferers, why are there no physical influences such as weight loss drastically or frequent sudden fainting or nosebleeds that don't happen to me too often, why don't I take so much medicine.
I explained slowly to those who were there at that time. My cancer has no physical effect but it attacks all the cartilage around my nose. The hardest effect I ever felt was when the air was cold, my nose was blocked and then bleeding and pain around the nose to the front head and my eyelids were very difficult to open, making me very very resigned to that condition. After hearing this disease, my friends promised to accompany me, whatever my condition and whatever happened to me in the future. The same words were spoken by a virtual figure who had never been real in my life.
The virtual figure came back to contact me. He and I make up. Filling the days together again, different. It turns out I am a third party between the two of them who first established love. Oh god this ordeal.
I lived it with a lot of taste, until finally we met again. And I experienced the same thing for the second time. The figure finally remained and returned virtual in my life. He keeps disappearing. Without news and direction. He turned out to be the spirit of my life. But what power did not reach, if I continue this, I will be blasphemed by everyone, take someone's lover.
It turned out the same as my health condition, my nose was getting sick. Mother who did not know how much pain I was holding made me survive with this disease. I only used the medicine for my allergic nose, and it helped to alleviate the pain I felt at that time. My medicine is almost gone I have no more money to buy this drug, should I be honest with my illness to the mother who just lost her spirits? No, I stick with my stance to cover up this disease. I'm just saying that I'm allergic to dust and cold. And I asked my old friend to pretend to be my mother when I was required by the doctor to bring parents.
At that time my old friend was involved in a very serious conversation with a doctor who diagnosed this disease. Occasionally I see a look of surprise from my friend's innocent face. Occasionally he turned to me with a smile of admiration, who knows what my friend was thinking, DHEA name.
Dhea was a little confused after the conversation, she just looked at me blankly.
"What did the doctor say, dhe?" I asked, smiling.
"Is it as bitter as honesty that you want people to only feel the sweetness of a lie you have made?" said DHEA with a little emotion.
"What the heck? I don't understand. " I answered a little attention to the face of dhea.
"Your pain is cha !! Why do you always smile! You know you! " DHEA said, trembling. My friend could not say any more words, he just hugged me tightly with a splash of water from his eyes, so that the other side of my veil was soaked.
"Already dhe, this pain must not change my smile, I'm a cheerful child, whatever I feel, I have to look cheerful" I said while stroking my friend's head.
"You are evil cha, you must be operated on cha !! If not .. "Said DHEA interrupted because of sobs that are increasingly clear.
"If not, why? I die?" I continued asking with DHEA.
"Yeah cha !! You are crazy, I don't want to lose you cha, you are my best friend cha, more, we are like brother cha! ” replied dhea with the occasional rubbing of her tears that never dried.
"Let's go home, let the time answer dhe." I said casually.
I have a dream place I want to visit with a virtual figure who once adorned the other side of my life. That place is quite far in the most romantic country in the world, "ponts des art". Yes this is my dream place. But it seems I will not go with that figure. I will go with a group that gets a scholarship to Europe. I have carved the name of the figure in the padlock which I will lock there and I will throw the key into the river under the bridge. My departure was only a few minutes away, I was already in the departure lounge waiting to get to the plane but I don't know what I felt. I glanced at the figure in my eyeballs, as fast as lightning everything went dark.
Slowly I tried to open my eyes, very glare felt in my pupils so much light competing to peek at my little eyeballs. It turns out I fainted at the airport and I was rushed to the nearest hospital. I fainted like a sleeper who took hours to wake me up. Making a little hassle for the sister who has used up a few bottles of wind oil applied to my nose, forehead and chest to feel warm, maybe not warm but hot to stimulate my skin. Still that didn't make me realize. But one thing that awakened me from a sadness in life, a virtual figure. The figure who always haunts me, who always runs tirelessly in my mind. He called out to me, and made my conscious slowly function again.
My departure was delayed, I was still hospitalized in the hospital that handled me when I collapsed. My nose was acting up again, nosebleeds more often occur, because maybe my mind is too tired always think of the shadowy figure.
Three days passed ...
I was tired of being in the hospital, who visited me differently from my expectations, but they tried to make me and give the most beautiful smile every day, they were all my friends. I ask myself, that figure, is he in my condition? Surely he doesn't want to know me anymore, surely he doesn't want to see me again. Especially with my condition like this, like a rotten skull wrapped in cold, bloodless pale flesh.
The doctor a little resigned to my situation, my body paler. Not felt that my body was a little slim, I smiled happily with the nurse who weighed and controlled the weight of my body. I deliver a happy message in my opinion to those who always visit me every time in turn. But their faces were very sad, I pulled the two corners of my friends lips to force them to smile. But they pulled my body and hugged tightly and whispered in sobs "you are strong cha, you are our best friend". I chuckled which made them a little confused with the laughter I made at that time, because almost all of those who hugged me said the same thing, like there was already a script that had to and had been memorized by rote.
The fifth day I was in the hospital ...
I opened my eyes in the morning because the sunlight between the window panes forced my eyelids to open the blinds. I never thought, at the foot of the hospital bed where I had laid my weak body, there was that big doll, mr. Poo I looked around the room, there was no one, maybe my mother brought this, said my brain that did not want to hope anymore. But apparently not, the virtual figure appeared from behind the bathroom door, rubbing his hair with a blue towel that might be his. Without saying a word he approached me and took his briefcase and backpack which he had hidden under my bed. I only see his movements like a dream with the occasional slap on my cheek, but I'm not dreaming. Still speechless, he wore a yellow T-shirt that I like and it made me smile petite. Then he took a sip of warm tea he might make before taking a shower and took a bite of the bread that was always on the guest table in my room.
For about twenty minutes he sat beside me, replacing the television channel with the remote without saying a word to me, saying "hi" or not, let alone asking about my condition. Finally I started the conversation, with the word "do you remember me?".
The figure also confessed its movements. Then answer "maybe". I am curious about where he knows my current condition and is spoken by a faint voice and he hears it. "I saw your tweet. If you stay in the hospital for more than 3 days, I will see you, "answered this man by looking at my hand that was infected with a clear tube. It turned out that this man always monitored me with insignificant status on my Twitter.
