Yet, she glanced at me.
Two minutes later, I realize that sastra has stop playing piano, perhaps he's taking a glass of water or going for a nap, but, when he did that, the room feels more quite.
Suddenly, we're no longer looking to each other, and we're trying not to looks again to each other, and from afar, i see, that girl, is trying to make her mom to be immediately getting out from our veranda. Leaving so soon from our bureau.
It sounds stupid, indeed, a dramatical event like this, but before you're going skeptical, i wanted you to know about one thing, and that thing is very simple, i don't want you to believe about an old fashioned myth, or perhaps, some preferable dogmas that comes from some religion, i just wanted you to believe....
"That human, is a miraculous creature, and mentality, is one of it greatness."
Now take a short nap, people.
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Hiya there. Welcome back.
I've tried to write it in Bahasa Indonesia, But It feels dry and murky, thus, i consider to get along writing in English. I'm afraid for the inconveniences for anyone who reads this rookie class tale. I'm terribly sorry, for my bad English, too.
After doing that eye to eye session, I choose to turn around from my chair and getting back to the third floor where i belong, secretly, it's a wonderful moment that I wouldn't want to spill it out too much. That moment, a guilty pleasure emerges upon my mind, I'm smiling, yes. As if the song of George Benson, Moody's mood, playing through my head.
I dont need sastra playing my rhythmic movement, I don't need his jazzin' session that time, although if it's heard good, without fret, not on the piano player, but that fret or anxious feeling usually haunt every music player. But thank you, sastra, I don't need you.
