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A Little Thing Called Love

I don't know how much longer that I have to put up with you
I've been hiding everythings in my heart

Everytime we meet each other, Everytime we face each other
Though I am indifferent.. Do you know how much have I have to force myself?

Can't you hear my heart calling for you, loving you
But I can't release my heart out for anyone to know
Can't you hear my heart's waiting there for you
Waiting for you to feel it. I was hoping that you will realize someday

Though I love you, though I feel (your love)
But deep down inside, I can't dare to tell you

Everytime we meet each other, Everytime we face each other
Though I am indifferent. Do you know how much have I have to force myself?

Can't you hear my heart calling for you, loving you
But I can't release my heart out for anyone to know
Can't you hear my heart's waiting there for you
Waiting for you to feel it. I was hoping that you will realize someday

Can't you hear my heart calling for you, loving you
But I can't release my heart out for anyone to know

Can't you hear my heart waiting there for you, waiting for you to feel it
And I was hoping that you will realize that this woman still love you
Any way, some day, you will know
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The Lost Friend (1998 - today)

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First ... when my child, I once had a friend. Precisely when I was sitting in kindergarten. He's always there with me, asked me to play to and fro. Maybe this time he was my friend the only one I've ever had. He stayed in front of my house, so every day we were always playing together. Sometimes we had to walk by using the bike to the place that has never gone through, and it adds to the experience.
Me and him a different time in kindergarten, just as in our primary school just one school. When the gym, my friends who else is playing football, while me and him silence only watch football games. I do not like the game, but my friends always ask me to play.
After my fourth grade, suddenly he and his family moved house, but it did not make the spirits disappear. He still made time to play into my house. At school we also still often meet.
Day by day, month turned into months. That day I did not see him there at school, I thought maybe he was sick and maybe tomorrow he'll go back to school. The next day he did not go to school, and the next day again he did not go to school, he did not give the news and he also did not play my home anymore.
I'm curious about what happened. I took my bike and started pedaling faster, I ride a bicycle to him home is quite far from my house. Arriving at his house, I saw him in a state of quiet and empty, there are no inhabitants. I find out by asking the neighbors house, and neighbors said was that my friend had moved house again. Where did he go? why not tell me?
I began to learn to live without him, life was so quiet. No one accompanied me to play again ...
I got the news from my friend that he and his family went out of town, and I will be waiting for him back here ..

one day ....
one month ..
one year ...
two years ...
three years ..
four years ...
five years ...
six years ....
seven years ...
eight years ...
nine years ....
ten years ...
Ten years later I finally found the news about him. My uncle worked at an agency, and my uncle met with one family in that agency. Said my uncle turns out he and his family had long returned to this city. My uncle took me to play house of his friend that a family with "him". Arriving there I sat in the living room, I saw his mother and sister. I'm still keeping in the face of his family ten years ago. Not long after, I saw "him" out of his room, "she" was growing up but him face is not much different when ten years ago.
I wanted to say hello but I doubt if "she" still knew me or not, and apparently "she" past me, "she" went back inside his room with definite steps. I think that "she" already did not know me anymore. If he still ought to know me as "she" returned to this city, "she" definitely over my house. In fact the opposite, "he" has forgotten me ...
As of this post was written I had not met him. I wish I still can see him again in the future ....
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Fly Freely

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  By not deliberately I Ever Find A Black butterfly whose wings were broken .. He can not fly, even he lay on the ground surrounded by ants who want to eat it ..
I could not bear to see him and immediately took him home ... I tried to care for her and wanted to see it fly again, just like the other butterflies.
I put it on my roses plastic and rub honey on top of the interest.
Slowly he began craning his mouth tool and try to suck the honey which is on the roses that ..
I thought he still could not survive only by eating the honey that I give ..
a few days later he started to move the fragile wings .. and try to fly ..
then I took him out of the house .. with a cold wind blowing I let go he keudara ...
he flew with a stammer ... and slowly began to fly high in the wind ...
I'm very happy to see free from suffering .. because what's a butterfly when not to fly freely and find the real flower to take the juice ..
several days, I live without it ... I feel lonely and I felt something missing in me ...
I can not see it anymore ... I will not be looking ...
I was lonely without him ...

but ... on one night ... I feel a warmth in my heart ...
without my conscious glimpse of butterflies present in front of me with his small body and wings are broken .. and I believe it is the butterfly that I found before ...
I picked it with my finger .. and he landed without fear ..
I tried to give the honey as I did before ...
I rub my hand and she began to suck ...
that moment I felt a warmth deep inside of me ..
Soon .. he began to flap their wings .. and try to fly ..
I let it fly with tears streaming down my cheeks ...
re lonely .. re silence ... re-hollow ..
but I keep smiling .. because he might come to say thanks to me ..
goodbye my black butterfly .
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My Cat Is Gone

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Apakah anda pernah memelihara hewan peliharaan? Apakah anda pernah kehilangan hewan peliharaan anda. Hm.. saya pernah memelihara hewan peliharaan, contohnya kucing. Bagiku kucing adalah hewan yang lucu dan menggemaskan. Saat itu aku masih duduk di sekolah dasar. Suatu hari seekor kucing jantan dewasa lewat disebelah rumahku. Melihat warnanya yang abu-abu bersih dan putih aku tertarik untuk menangkapnya. Sebenarnya ibuku yang menangkapnya. Hari yang menyenangkan dirumah ialah saat bermain dengan kucing itu. Keluargaku memberinya nama “manis”, mungkin itu adalah nama yang umum yang pernah diberikan kepada  hewan peliharaan.

Aku biasanya mengajaknya bermain dengan sebuah tali yang diikatkan ke suatu tangkai, sehingga ia akan melompat-lompat untuk mengambil tali itu, mungkin “sweety”mengira bahwa tali itu adalah cicak atau sejenisnya. Kadang saat aku lelah biasanya aku berbaring di sebuah sofa di ruang tamu, tak lama ada sesuatu yang menginjak-injak badanku, setelah kulihat ternyata itu adalah “manis”, mungkin “sweety”bermaksud untuk memijat badanku, kadang juga “sweety”tidur di atas badanku.

Beberapa tahun sudah “sweety”ada dalam keluargaku, tapi mengapa sekarang aku tak dapat melihatnya lagi. Ceritanya bermula disuatu pagi yang tidak begitu cerah. Saat ku bangun dari tidurku, aku melihat wajah orang tuaku tampak murung. Aku mencoba mencari tahu apa yang sebenarnya terjadi. Sepertinya aku merasakan sesuatu yang aneh, biasanya pada pagi ini “sweety”selalu ada dirumah, aku coba menanyakan hal ini kepada ibuku. Ternyata….. ibuku berkata bahwa  “sweety”sudah tiada. Mayatnya sudah dikuburkan oleh tetanggaku yang ternyata dia pelaku dibalik meninggalnya kucingku. Aku sangat terpukul, bahkan aku tak sempat melihatnya untuk terakhir kalinya, “sweety”dibunuh karena mungkin “sweety”diduga telah mencuri makanan dirumah tetanggaku.

Apakah ini yang harus dilakukannya, apakah harus dengan menghilangkan nyawa?. Saat itu aku mungkin banyak berdiam diri, kenangan tentang “sweety”selalu terlintas di kepalaku hingga sampai saat ini. Aku berharap “sweety”dapat hidup kembali, walaupun itu tidak mungkin, walau pun dengan air mata yang menetes saat aku membuat tulisan ini. “sweety”tetap tidak akan kembali untuk selamanya dan selamanya. Semoga “sweety”tenang dan bahagia di surga. Apakah mungkin sweety merindukanku seperti aku merindukannya..
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