I hate this place, a place where I can not remember all the memories. Every morning I go to school, chatting with my friends and then go home the fact I do not even want to go home. Could this be the change? When is it going to happen today? When I start to go to school, I kept sitting in front of the house waiting for my friends to come. While I was waiting for my friends came across a male figure in front of me, he gave me the beautiful smile. I've never known a figure like that but I do not remember it, it's just that often comes to the male figure dibayanganku. Soon my friends came and we went straight to school. "Why did you daydream of continue?'re Like confusion, what's wrong with you?" Asked some of my friends. "I do not know I will get confused, I always thought about a male figure that I do not know what I should do, it's just that I like to know about my future." I replied to them. Did I ever know him beforehand? But he who me? I really do not remember anything about him. After school I went straight back home without telling my friends first, I started looking for whether there will be something or anything about him? I am constantly looking for and ruffled around the house, until finally I found a box of boxes in warehouse in which I get a picture when I was a kid and even then there is a photo in the male figure that I always see. I want to try to ask about all this, but no one I can ask what all of this means. Every day, every morning I often stood in front of my house, as usual I hope it will be a male figure again flashed before me. But what I can? After a few days, weeks, even more than 2 months I do not see it anymore. I felt lonely, had there goes the figure. I kept waiting and kept hoping it would return When the figure? I'm confused, and I was tired of always waiting for him, and not unexpectedly when I was close to despair came the male figure. Not only with the past but smile flashed and he ppun started toward me, I started to feel good and not unexpectedly he had invited me for a walk. Along the way I started asking all about my past and everything I forgot, and the affability he identifies all about me and him first, and he turned first I was a childhood friend, not only that he told all the Memories of the Past his past and about my life before.
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penulis : ayu nurhasanah
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