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Selasa, 14 Juni 2011

Analysis Synthesis a Short story part1



On the way home I saw a bunch of kids full of laughter. They're holding a kind of fruit kedondong, but the color is red. At the end it was no leash. This is the way home from where I bought this new car. Alhamdulillah, this time I can buy a new car that is good enough. The car that will accompany each trip struggle. And suddenly there was one of them threw it right in front of my car. Dduuaarr ...! There was a fairly loud explosion .And capable of startling. Until I njondel njegluk my luxurious car roof. Why do I say luxurious because I bought it from the showroom next to fields. Yes that's history. Well, the result of a loud noise was a real blast from the entity it is, causing the white smoke billowing up, and also a lot of paper flying around the car. The paper went dancing together - together with the morning dew.

When I try to see the children, they face plates only, without the slightest guilt. Grinned, yawned, and laughed off without any ties. And I see through the glass window, none of them opened the package and then blow it, be a sort of red-colored air balloons are so huge, so large until he was lifted by the balloon with her mouth still stuck on the end of the big balloon. He was flying - kites in the air. A little bit too long. Then the boy to escape and fell just above my car. Causing noise that caused dancing if it felt it carefully. I feel more like the sound of a melody that people beat the drum, when time of worship comes. .. .. Duk duk duk ... dudududuk! Very strange voice. More in deep the voice, the voice also found a small child crying, the sound of the train, helicopter sounds, and I think the most horrible sound, the sound of women crying. Hii ... 

Then go on my journey. This is my journey through an area. I'm also not so clear now this is where the region. But this area seems to have I passed. Ah, not so dizzy I thought about it. I step on the gas pedal with my new car without the slightest consideration, even without any prior analysis I think - about what the next impact. So after the wake, I feel a little dizzy. As it turns out the car's speed was so fast that I did not count with mature earlier, there is an incoming wheel my car into trench adjacent to the road, resulting in shaky my car, and did not move backwards again. A voice that sounded only surviving engine and wheels that spin pathetic. My car was like a beetle that fell backwards and he tried to turn around but never could, too. Exactly the same.So sad. Finally, by expressing his heart, I'm trying to get out of the car. And what happened? Crazy! They, people - people who ignore the street there is no me. Even a cursory look at course not! They seemed oblivious to my existence. I like being in the world are so different. World who had never met before. Well, if this story, I immediately ran to leave my new car which msih lying pathetic. I ran hard down the road that is wide enough of this. Kira - think about 8 meters wide road agency. Yes it is enough if you want to wear make ngetrek together. 

I pass old man who was enjoying the same old bicycle. Next there is the mother - a young mother holding a tiny baby on a motorcycle its matic who also tiny. And succeed I pass too. I added my speed, NOS button I press too, I like to get an injection of Andalusia horses. And finally a full-bodied young man who climbed the muscles that had metallic blue GTO is far ahead can I passed. Perhaps he often lift the barbell so that his body well build. Huh ... huh.. huh ... my breath start of breath, a little dizzy, then in a flash everything became white. Snow white as ever and I ate in the top of Himalayas. I felt a peace that is so beautiful. It never felt before. Now I see the blue water. Accompanied by white adjoining vast expanse of sand that stretches indefinitely. Umbrella roofs that are exposed waving sea breeze is so soft. There appears there was some good fish were jumping over the water. Many times I just jumped up to see white everywhere. 

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