Chapter 4 - A Bit Of Our Past
Slowly, elle stops crying. It's not about the girl who was standing over the front door, i point my finger at her and then elle starts to cry. Nope, it's not because of that. It's more likely because of something else, it's because elle is remembering back about her dearest friend (me too) that has passed away a few years ago.
Now, it's already 6 P.M, it's getting darker and i see that the light, either inside or outside the bureau has been shine on. The circumstances is still crowded. Several guests who wanted to register their kids to the bureau is seems that they are going home.
The girl that i've always look and watch before is now sitting in our bureau coach, i'm still staring at her, from this potential chair. At first, i wasn't feels good on elle about looking to that girl, but then i talked to elle and explain something to her, something reasonable. That i will do nothing horrible, beside, i was just looking around.
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Elle said okay, because sometimes she found herself being so tiresome and desperately feels weak after she cry. Oh yeah, she cry a lot. That's my elle, perhaps she's not a tough person, or she got a fragile feeling and a fragile personality.
Sometimes all i need to do is just smiling, when it comes to her behaviour. I am aware of supporting her back and ever since. How was it, i know that elle is a brightful person, most of the time, but i feels pity, so much pity when i see elle is starts crying.
You know, elle is easy to cry. It's even more difficult when i try to distinguish the emotion that elle have, is it anger, or sadness. Because when she got mad, it is no different than when she's crying. Because in the end, she always cry. And as her friend, i bear the responsibility to calm her down, to makes elle, feeling better.
Now, several minutes later, when i sit in here, elle is no longer in here, she's going somewhere that i don't recognize. Perhaps she is trying to pack her stuff and going home. Because, usually on 7 P.M elle is already leaving the bureau with her personal family driver.
Now i'm in a little bit of process of forcing myself to be a little bit more close with that girl that i haven't know more. She's in the veranda, chatting with someone i know from the bureau. But, i want to see her eyes, or doing something else, at that time... i was like, got stunned instantly. It's like something stops me from not making a move with that girl over there.