Zean sat on his katil with his Zeal. He looked at “her” with Cinta but pain in his eyes. He was about to play something but stopped when his door was knocked. It was Ben. “ Ben, what are anda doing here? Its mid…” he wasn’t completed when Ben berkata “its just 4:45 p.m. it isn’t midnight. Zean, I don’t know about you. But I know our Zean. Please don’t try to bury your past in your hati, tengah-tengah coz it will occupy the room, which happiness and joy should own. It isn’t midnight and neither your life…. Don’t make it midnight. Well gotta go. I promised Ilm to teach him to play drums, he would be waiting. Bye” “Ben…” Ben was about to open the door when Zean called him. Ben turned back with smile and looked at him. “ didn’t anda forget something?” he asked “ nopes … I didn’t” berkata Ben. Then only Ilm came with delight “we are going to watch out latest blockbuster…..me, Mira, and everyone. We’ll see anda later” “ohk bye bring me some chocolates” berkata Ben. Again he stood up but this time Zean also stood up. He berkata “ Ben I wanna talk…. If anda have time..” Ben berkata “ oh yeah of course I do have…” “ but your schedule..?” asked Zean… “ I can give up my schedule for anda my friend” berkata Ben. Those two boys sat together reducing the volume of T.V. Zean started with “ Ben….. I ….”
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YOURS: RICHA )
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My Cinta is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my Bunga still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget anda although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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anda seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows anda
like a hook,
won't let anda go,
won't leave anda alone.
anda smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that anda hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves anda not,
anda don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give anda a strength.
anda long for life
that anda don't know of,
anda seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.