February 2, 2007
It was a sunny day
The sky looks blue
No, it's not cloudy
At that time the afternoon looked charming
Filled with white clouds running around
No, it's not raining
At that time, I smiled
Looking at the future
No, not sorry
At that time I wanted to spend time
Tells about the stars
No, not farewell
At that time I want to say
About tomorrow that might not come to me
No, not destiny
At that time will arrive
I want you to see the sky
No, it's not raining, it's not cloudy
But a rainbow
- Farra -
February 5, 2007
"My only last job on this earth is to make them happy that should be happy," said Arga while looking at the sky this time was more blue.
No, it's not cloudy. Only looks bluer. Farra glances at Arga. He does not like to hear a confession that is too - or rather - very grandiose. But the conditions that forced him understand. Even if his heart is frantic, even though his heart is sensitive, even if his heart wants.
"Whatever you say," Farra replied curtly. Arga returned Farra's glance with his sweet look.
"You never change, do you?" Arga ruffled Farra's hair softly, smiling furiously.
Farra enjoyed it. The touch of Arga's palm on the strands of her hair never failed to make her more comfortable than anything. A dilemma. Farra could not stop it. Even if all this would turn against him when Arga left, he was stubbornly unconcerned. Farra enjoyed it.
"What do you want most in this world, Arga?" Suddenly Farra asked. Simple question, but quite surprising Arga. "The throne? Treasure? Eternity? Lust?"
Arga released his palm from Farra's long, straight hair. He sighed. As if he wanted to avoid that question. Tucked into his mind, the fact that Farra began to grow up. A lump of regret clogged, the time is getting closer. He could not be a faithful companion lover of his charming forever. Ahh, never mind forever. He doesn't even know if tomorrow God will still be kind to him, let him live? He was afraid to leave her alone. Because nothing can be dependent.
"I want everything to be always peaceful and fine," Arga refocused his gaze toward the sky. Farra looked up. He also saw the angle of the sky which became the second stopping point for Arga's eyes.
"Huh, all beings also know that your wish is impossible," Farra scoffed.
"Nothing is impossible," Arga hissed.
"So what do you want, Arga?" Farra is confused by herself.
He could never understand Arga's philosophical mindset, but his mind was truly perfect, even without any arrogance at all. Oh, stop Farra. Arga himself said that there is nothing perfect in this world that is full of virtue at the same time it is anathema. Wrong, Arga. False. False! Didn't you realize that you were the one?
"That's what I want, Farra. It's clear right? " Arga started to get a little annoyed. Why does Farra always press him? Arga himself also did not know Farra's way of thinking that was almost flawless. Complicated, but impressive.
"One more. You, you shouldn't be more annoying. But, stay like this. Be what you are. Don't be fake. "
A flicker of disappointment just flashed on Farra's face. Once again, he was made unable to understand. Finally he got up from his seat and stood up, then walked away in the opposite direction, leaving Arga who was still normal. Who still doesn't want to miss this moment. While he was, he said the words as if a farewell "I love you, Ga"
The words blow as the wind blows.
Flash back
Do you know why I like watching time?
No, so what?
Time always revolves as he wishes
Even if he wants to change, will he change?
That is his destiny, if he could the universe would be chaotic
Do you believe in destiny?
Maybe, how about you?
I believe, because if not because of fate
You and I have never met
We never know each other
Because that is our destiny
However, because of that fate
We can't always be together
Because I will explore time
May I join?
I want to always be with you
Every time and every time
No, this is not your time.
March 25, 2007
"Sorry," pleaded the man wearing frameless glasses in a neat plaid shirt suit wrapped in a soft white alma mater.
The man looks very nervous. His hands were put into his clean alma mater pocket. A reality that is most painful and happy will be conveyed to a husband and wife who are no less nervous. The thing that he hates, but this demands the profession. Every day he almost gets an immeasurable burden because it involves a person's life. But what do you do? Already occurred. He must tell her immediately.
"Your son is safe, sir, ma'am ..."
A married couple who had been sitting limp on a waiting chair immediately approached the man with a happy face.
"Thank you, Doctor. I know your performance can not be doubted! " the husband spontaneously praised and added a loud nod from his wife. But before long, the wife realized.
"The doctor said 'sorry' right? What's wrong, Doc? "
"We were unable to save the donor, ma'am." said the man with quite trembling lips.
Silence
April 1, 2007
My only last job on this earth is to make them happy to be happy.
You really want to know, Arga?
Why is my only last job on this earth happy those who should be happy?
That's what I want too. It's clear right?
You said, you could not continue to live.
You said, you couldn't possibly feel your 17 years old.
You said, no way anyone would want to sacrifice for you.
Hypocritical.
Nothing is impossible.
There's no way that isn't there.
Do not be a liar
Prove that age 17 can you pass.
I don't need to live for 1000 years.
I just need what I want.
You understand right?
Stay like this.
Be what you are. Don't be fake.
Ha ha. I was stupid to write this message.
If I'm still alive, I won't give this letter to you, Arga.
Can be a great shame. You will surely laugh out loud, or even cry.
But what do I care now? I am dead.
Thank you for being a part of my life, Arga. With respect and love for me, who was never the best. Thank you for being my best lover. I will meet my father and mother in heaven later. As I said before. I love you.
Signed,
Farra