"House, I was sleeping."
"Lucky you. Nightmares of giant killer mosquitos are keeping me awake."
"The big bad nyamuk will leave anda alone if anda just ask Cuddy out."
"I went to her utama and was right there ready to ring the loceng but I couldn't...I need some Nasihat here. I mean this is your thing, Wilson."
"House, anda have known her for over twenty years if anda don't realize what anda want from a relationship with her sejak now then you'll never know. lebih importantly, if anda still don't have a clue as to how to make that happen then you're really hopeless."
"Yeah, that's real great Nasihat Wilson. Why don't anda go tell some of the little Cancer kids that Santa isn't real while you're at it."
"Alright, here's my advice, at work today go talk to her alone in her office. Tell her that anda can't stop thinking about her and anda want to try going out."
"Couldn't anda do it for me?"
"House, I know this is scary for anda but it's time to be brave."
"...I saw her through her window. She was Membaca a book..."
"So?"
"She is so at ease with all of this. I can't sleep but she's going on in administrator mode like we never kissed."
"You're worried that you'll make a big declaration and she won't be interested. Believe me, she'll be interested."
"What makes anda so sure?"
"She made so many rationalizations of why anda two would never work it gave me the impression that she has thought about anda in that way. Anyway, I've always thought she loved you."
"Do anda think I Cinta her?"
"Only anda know the answer to that, but the fact that anda are wondering shows that she's lebih than just a passing fancy...Look, anda two are the most stubborn people on earth but anda get each other. Find some happiness, House."
"Maybe anda have something. Maybe I'll talk to her...Goodnight, Wilson."
"Goodnight, House."
When does Cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? Cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what Cinta was and not what it has been made into today sejak commercialisation from American Filem and Televisyen commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Cinta for real, can we komen and judge others who are in Love. Cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Cinta is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.
