Suddenly I feel there are leaves that fall on my head. I rubbed and indeed I found the bright red leaves and beautiful. I see above, looks beautiful leaves falling. Fall hit my face. It was so conciliatory. Makes me hovering, flying high into the wild imaginations. Back I felt the peace that is so beautiful. I saw the right hand and my left, there are many trees with leaves decorated with beautiful colorful. Exposed to breezes so impressed leaves waving to me. Do not know what the intent of the leaves. So I approached one of the trees and asked respectfully, "what does it mean?" He was silent. Not one letter was issued. Also any one morpheme. So that makes my patience exhausted.
I took the eraser and then I remove one of his beautiful leaf. She screamed hysterically, "Jangaan!". I was silent. Waiting for her reaction to the next. But he was also silent. We actually are equally silent. That sounds just a woman's soft voice. I do not know where it came from the voice. But I'm no stranger to the voice. If I now use a theory that I can from the bench that used to accompany me. This is not a random bench, because the bench this one together with the chair. And maybe because the person making this bench stingy, so only a very small seat. Ah, so forget want doing. Oh yeah? I will use that formula. The formula that is how I'd analyze who the owner had a soft voice. I started analysis with historical aspects.
Indeed been a while I get used to the soft voice. Yes about a month lah. Once I remember, I found a place where I first heard the soft voice and reassuring it. The place is exactly located in the hall. Actually, the hallway was very dirty and dark.But thanks to the skill of the maker, so the hall was designed as such becomes a kind of a small palace, which flows beside the mountain spring water is so clear. Which removes the thirst of every traveler who stopped there. Front there is a very wide screen. So because it's so wide that the whole village would gather together to watch a world cup was very able. Well, that's the place I know for the first time that melodious voice.
Analysis of the first aspect is I do. Then I tried to link the voice of the aspects of sociolinguistics. It turned out that the language used is not from the language of anger, let alone one who is upset. And this is the language used by people who are very close. It may be family, close friends, or maybe a boyfriend. It seems I can not remember who the owner is also the beautiful voice. Despite I forced to remember it.Also has all the formulas I use it. But it still would not go as well to remember. So I decided to open one eye a little. Somewhat vague and opaque at the beginning, but after two or three seconds, I can clearly see the faces of people who really loved me. I again closed my eyes a little one I opened earlier. I realized, it turns out I was dreaming.
She shook me gently. He gently stroked my hair lovingly. Then he whispered, "Mas, already at four more ten-ya, let's wake up?". "Hmm ...", I replied without changing my body position one style goods. Now I know who the woman who has a beautiful voice that reassure nan. He was the greatest woman in my life after my mother. That's why? Because of him is that I can continue my struggle to survive in the field. He was the one who always motivated when facing hurdles. When exposure trials kept coming.
Then he whispered again but with a little volume increased slightly, "Mas ...?!"."Hoohh ... hhmmm, yes the deck ...", I replied while getting out of bed to be greeted by her sweet smile. Sweet smile that did not get enough to always pleased me. Sweet smile which directly inject the spirit of burning body and soul into this. Sweet smile like a NOS that boost power a machine. No I forgot to say a prayer to his Maker for my chance because it can come back this early in the morning fresh air. The air that I use to stock in my struggle to continue the journey. Struggling amar nahi ma'ruf nahi munkar. Alhamdulillah. []
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