It was almost misty everyday when I was about 6 years old.
I always took my time to get wet in the rain. Together with my brother.
Then we danced in the middle of the empty road. Laughing crazy as if it was ours.
The rain comes in recent days. This daybreak it was raining till the adzan voiced.
The mist came to me when the door opened. It's moved by the wind. The air was so refreshing. So cold.
I miss him.
My phone rang. I took it then the warm voice greeted me,
"Hi, I'm gonna work today. The ship is ready. Hope you'll be fine there."
"Yeah thanks, safe travel."
There's long smooch across the phone. I laughed.
Click.
West Java, January 18th, 2013
who is him ?
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brother mbak indri
ReplyDeleteO iyo mocone ga konsen XD
Deleteooo kirain siapa hehe..
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