A Memory Make a Piece of Dusk
THE MEMORY CHANGES A MEMORIAL CHANGE
(Inspired by short story Senja Gumira Aji Darma's Senja Gravira Aji Darma)
Ilham's work
Twilight at that time remained so in the memory. Some time ago, when the sun sneaked back to the bed, both of us were mesrah enjoying the golden sea. The ripples of the ocean that continues to pepper the beach sand as if participate to see our intimacy. Anchovy-like fish that were chasing up the natural beauty of the oceans that afternoon. At dusk it also made us aware, how beautiful the creation of god. Unfortunately, the impact of human greed, the universe is only seen if it can satisfy their passions.
As the room continued to ally at that time, the evening sun disappeared without us knowing it. One by one the lampposts that stand erect along the stretch of beach one by one emit light. Perhaps there was a lot of welcome that night, the fish jumped back into the air as if they wanted to be exposed to the glow of the lights in the ripples of the ocean. We who preserved the moment, though only limited view forced us to be honored along the knot of a smile.
"Dinda, if everybody knew what was happening tonight, maybe the massacre, the destruction of the house would not have happened. Look at those jumping fishes, even though in the oceans there their lives do not have time to be safe, they continue to enjoy the peacefulness of this life ". As soon as the word whispered in my right ear as we continued to gaze at the little fish. Without being met, I placed her eyes on my beloved's face while returning her words with my sweet smile.
A Memory Make a Piece of Dusk
Well, that was the memory he'd made while we were spending the most recent time meeting face-to-face. The memories of that twilight become my consolation when this memory reveals a plain and innocent face. That's why, for the third time in months, I can not afford to take a moment to turn my face to the shore. Especially with the sun at dusk, though it seems to be kind of ready when I have not been able to enjoy it even for a moment. Honestly, it's not what's causing me and who makes me feel that way. After what happened to me a few years ago, that factor kept forcing me to feel guilty all my life.
My love, after reading your story I think, maybe what a scratch our grief while this would be a little treat if I briefly tell the story of our farewell while this. Actually I also realize that what I'm about to tell you will not be able to completely wrap your wounds. Not because of this story I told you just past the white sheet of paper. But as you say, you will not increase the countless words in the history of human culture again. Because you think the words can not really change anything. My love, though it is proven, but I will try to start this story with great anticipation, may these words be able to thrill your wounded heart.
My love, maybe you remember when you sat alone on the beach. It was dusk at the time. Looking at the birds and the wet sand of the beach, you say, you too could see the silhouette of a rock while hoping there is a bright bias of light that settles on the froth on a colorful stone decorated with lokan. Enjoying such a panorama, suddenly you jerk to see the light vibrate with the twilight. That's when you jerk and remember me. You say, that twilight twilight is kind of right for me. And, without thinking long you cut that twilight by the size of a postcard and ran to the car.
My love, this is the factor I really need to tell you. Upon my arrival at home when you accompany me home that night, I went straight to my bedroom. I was startled. As I opened the doors of my room, my eyes suddenly dazzled by the glowing light. At that moment I felt that I was the most privileged woman among the other women in the whole world of the effects of that glow. Though I could hardly walk the impact of the glare of my eyes, I forced myself to go looking for where the light came from. Not long afterwards, in the shade of the beautiful light that I had long ago coveted, I vaguely saw a white envelope. I could not help but grumble when I saw the light, I roused myself to reach for the envelope. Just a few seconds in my grasp, the edge of the envelope was slowly torn and saw what was inside.
How excited this heart, when I found that the envelope contained full moon flakes. The whitened light shines out against the beauty of the warn
(Inspired by short story Senja Gumira Aji Darma's Senja Gravira Aji Darma)
Ilham's work
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As the room continued to ally at that time, the evening sun disappeared without us knowing it. One by one the lampposts that stand erect along the stretch of beach one by one emit light. Perhaps there was a lot of welcome that night, the fish jumped back into the air as if they wanted to be exposed to the glow of the lights in the ripples of the ocean. We who preserved the moment, though only limited view forced us to be honored along the knot of a smile.
"Dinda, if everybody knew what was happening tonight, maybe the massacre, the destruction of the house would not have happened. Look at those jumping fishes, even though in the oceans there their lives do not have time to be safe, they continue to enjoy the peacefulness of this life ". As soon as the word whispered in my right ear as we continued to gaze at the little fish. Without being met, I placed her eyes on my beloved's face while returning her words with my sweet smile.
A Memory Make a Piece of Dusk
Well, that was the memory he'd made while we were spending the most recent time meeting face-to-face. The memories of that twilight become my consolation when this memory reveals a plain and innocent face. That's why, for the third time in months, I can not afford to take a moment to turn my face to the shore. Especially with the sun at dusk, though it seems to be kind of ready when I have not been able to enjoy it even for a moment. Honestly, it's not what's causing me and who makes me feel that way. After what happened to me a few years ago, that factor kept forcing me to feel guilty all my life.
My love, after reading your story I think, maybe what a scratch our grief while this would be a little treat if I briefly tell the story of our farewell while this. Actually I also realize that what I'm about to tell you will not be able to completely wrap your wounds. Not because of this story I told you just past the white sheet of paper. But as you say, you will not increase the countless words in the history of human culture again. Because you think the words can not really change anything. My love, though it is proven, but I will try to start this story with great anticipation, may these words be able to thrill your wounded heart.
My love, maybe you remember when you sat alone on the beach. It was dusk at the time. Looking at the birds and the wet sand of the beach, you say, you too could see the silhouette of a rock while hoping there is a bright bias of light that settles on the froth on a colorful stone decorated with lokan. Enjoying such a panorama, suddenly you jerk to see the light vibrate with the twilight. That's when you jerk and remember me. You say, that twilight twilight is kind of right for me. And, without thinking long you cut that twilight by the size of a postcard and ran to the car.
My love, this is the factor I really need to tell you. Upon my arrival at home when you accompany me home that night, I went straight to my bedroom. I was startled. As I opened the doors of my room, my eyes suddenly dazzled by the glowing light. At that moment I felt that I was the most privileged woman among the other women in the whole world of the effects of that glow. Though I could hardly walk the impact of the glare of my eyes, I forced myself to go looking for where the light came from. Not long afterwards, in the shade of the beautiful light that I had long ago coveted, I vaguely saw a white envelope. I could not help but grumble when I saw the light, I roused myself to reach for the envelope. Just a few seconds in my grasp, the edge of the envelope was slowly torn and saw what was inside.
How excited this heart, when I found that the envelope contained full moon flakes. The whitened light shines out against the beauty of the warn
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