Besides good at taekwondo, smart, spirited leader, Keira also a person who likes to play with puzzle. Angled under a big tree, the corner of his penchant. Her leaves were falling like cherry blossoms in Japan, and occasionally falling over her face, stroking her gently.
Perhaps that's why Keira chose to spend long time there playing with his puzzle even occasionally letting his imagination, his heart, his soul fly off fall with fall leaves.
Maybe the sensation of cherry blossoms that can make it calm, feel relaxed, even feel free instantly from all the turmoil of life that happened. That afternoon there was something different from him. He's not usually like this. sitting leaning so comfortably, feeling protected by the trunk of a tree that was so firmly standinghis more expressionless face, even what might be said his only reliable expression was anger, today slowly but surely he began to come out of the shell of anger, sadness, turmoil that had been the place where he dwelt.
The sensation of cherry blossoms is so real when a sweet smile carving is created spontaneously through an emotional sculpture and the creation of a blossoming heart art. The bias of afternoon sunlight pierced through the fallen tree foliage bathing the body of a human being who was burning emotionally. so beautiful, so naturally what Keira practice as the main actor in this acting. Acting? Not! This is reality! whatever was on his mind then, but the scenery and atmosphere of the afternoon would not be redeemed by anything. "Hi tree..maybe others will think i'm crazy, because talking to you. But I do not care. They never understand me like you understand me. they also can never be faithful to accompany me any time I need. But you remain faithful to accompany me. Really you are the only thing that can make me smile. "
Keira is not crazy. He just feels lonely in this world. Loneliness of what? Why can he feel lonely? so many men who try to get his heart, he has a talkative Valentine but he understands Keira, he has to family. hmm yes ... even though he has everyone in this world but not just like having the affection of a harmonious family. harmonious family? It was a rare thing for him.
"You see this? Do you know what this is my best friend? "
What is that? Looks like a handkerchief ... but Keira is not like Valentine who always carries handkerchief and other complete beauty equipment in her bag. Keira is not that type. Even to powder himself he felt uncomfortable. What else brings a handkerchief? It's a miracle. Then what is it?
"Ben..he gave me this.He's different.I know that, I can feel it.He's so soft, so warmI do not know when I can see her again, feel her soft caress, staring at her warm smile. I do not know."
This is unbelievable, a rare occurrence. Keira falling in love? how could she ever so very quickly believe in a man she had just met. But let it be, as long as the man is able to awaken the long dead smile on his sweet face.
Lulled by the happy feelings and tranquility of the soul that has now become a rare thing for him, it is not felt the might of the tree took him flying away into the realm of his dreams. Feel a deep hypnosis that makes him feel so free without any burden.
The breeze was so cool it felt, gently poking into the bone marrow. But the longer the puffs are no longer soft, the blast is a bit less friendly. But Keira is still silent in the euphoria that he may never have felt.
It turns out this makes the wind that was friendly became increasingly hot and unfriendly. It was as if the wind felt loneliness, always giving coolness to others but for itself never. And he does not want to see Keira happy. he blew even louder until at a point Keira was thrown from his euphoria as his handkerchief came apart from his grasp. Feeling he has not won a landslide he blew harder and more brutal. Go handkerchief, go far, let him suffer.
Keira shocked by the selfish act of the wind. Without thinking, he mustered all his strength even if it took the whole Tae Kwon Do, Dolio Cagi, Ba cagi, Dwi Cagi, just to get the handkerchief back. because it's too excited, or the wind has set up a trap in cooperation with the rocks that live there to stop him from getting his happiness. Keira fell. he did not fall into the hands of the rocks that had been preparing to eat, but Keira fell into the arms of a young man who was so sprightly. The youth whose face is very unfamiliar can even be said not from the area around here. the young man managed to withstand the 50kg weight of the woman's handkerchief fighter.
Not only did he save Keira from falling, but he also helped Keira win the battle against the selfish wind.
"Upss ... sorry" response can be said Keira.
"Oo no what..hmm it's got a sister huh?"
The trembling hands of the boy when he embraced a figure of such a beautiful woman, never even crossed his mind to meet the woman who can be said this angel.
"Hmm good thanks"
"Yes brother is the same. as a result of this unexpected encounter, Keira had to correct the position of his dress and his hair. Like a handycam, the prince's brains record every detail of what Keira does. his heart beats not necessarily rhythm.
"New kid huh?" Asked Keira. a piece of the question made the heart of this Handkerchief's Youth rescue to stop beating. Not only that, but it seems he has been hypnotized by this cynical but beautiful cynical gaze. His tongue was fried, his hands frozen, his brain clashing.
"Yes brother" a nervous answer from him. who knows what makes her tongue so exhausted.
What is this woman's beauty? What is this woman's smile? What is this woman's cynical look? Not sure. But for sure, Nathan had been hypnotized by him.
"Thanks again for your help I really appreciate it"
"Haha true brother. Whenever I'm ready to help my brother "
Either because it was already hypnotized by the cynical gaze of the lover's eyes, or his brain is late to realize that the self centered wind victim is still firmly unmoved in the palm of his hand.
"hmm, I'm very grateful you helped me, but I'd be more grateful if you handed it back to me"
Momentarily, this young man's confidence skyrocketed like an apollo 13 as he struggled to penetrate the earth's atmosphere but was then crushed by the meteorite collisions of such painful words and awakened him back to earth.
"Hmm .. sorry sister, I was not awarethis brother, "Nathan said guiltily.
"It's OK.by the way thank's "It seems that the wind has been insyave of his selfishness and tried to make amends by bringing a soft, fragrant aroma, from the touch of a beautiful girl's hair deliberate wind to touch the cheek of the new boy came to the city. the gentle touch, the gentle touch of the hair made an impression even though the giver had passed. Silent in a happy daydream, carried away in a dreamy real world, crashing into a ravine filled with colorful flowers.
eyes and head were moving to follow the instinct of a man to keep smell of fragrant scent that imprint it. his eyes and his head also coordinate with his whole body to try to keep smell of the fragrance, and smell it constantly, not even just smell it but if it can to also feel gentle touch.
The fragrance stains in the brain and in the liver. He has passed away, far out of sight. though the whole body tries to see it, but he and also his scent and touch have disappeared from sight.
Want his mouth to ask what your name is? Or at least ask where he lives. "O daughter of handkerchief, when will we meet again? Is tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow? next week? Next month? Next year? Anytime I'll see you again "
