The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 19's

CLOUDY

Today is my last day of the holidays. There are no coincidences, this time I believe it. I woke up with puffy eyes, of course if I had to go to work I couldn't. Not to mention that if I had to complete office tasks, my concentration would have collapsed. Luckily I'm on leave today, so I can calm myself down at home.

My mother knocked on the door, called me to breakfast. I see, the clock shows the number 09.15. It's worth it, but I'm still not tasteful. I don't want my mom to see me at the moment either. I reasoned that I wanted to be lazy to enjoy the rest of my cut. Finally my mother gave up her intention to take me to breakfast.

I forced myself to wake up. It hurts all, but what really hurts is my heart but it really does have an effect on my body. It feels like the consecrated work hasbi 2 days 2 nights does not stop. I looked in the mirror, my face was tangled and complete with pitiful panda eyes. I pulled a towel, and I forced myself to take a shower.

After the shower, turn my phone back on. Apparently failed. Lowbat. Immediately power my phone, because I was worried if there was any important news from my workplace that needed a quick response.

The shadow of last night's events flashed again. Instantly my head aches, nausea and breath feels tight. This time my body really could not compromise. Suddenly my eyes were also twitching, I shifted my seat. Put my body to fall on the Mattress, as if half unconscious. I came back crying, lamenting last night's farewell.

I let myself cry, hopefully this will be the best medicine. But I have to hold on. Yes, for me, my parents and the people who love me. My brothers and my friends. I have to stay alive. While I'm gonna enjoy this wound. May this strengthen me in the future.

Crying has been an effective way for me. By crying, my energy will be drained. Then I'll fall asleep. That way, I won't harm or trouble anyone. I went back to crying and sleeping.

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Knock on the door, wake me up. My mother woke me up again, I saw the clock showing at 14:30. I fell asleep for that long. I wash my face, then I open the door. My mom brought a package of food. Looks delivery. I was surprised, feeling unbooked.

My mother didn't notice my puffy eyes, thinking the consequences of sleeping too long. Good though. I took the food and brought it to my room. I told my mother to eat it in the room. Mager was my reason. Fortunately my mother understood.

This time it was my turn to wonder who sent me food. As if I really understand, that I haven't eaten all day.

Zaky ?

Ah. This is not his style. We have agreed not to contact each other in any form.

Deby's?

It could be, he is the most likely to know my current state. Despite last night's events, he still doesn't know.

The Aatau…

Don't-don't Hafiz…

The super-good creature God sent me.

Aatauuu

Don't-don't really be Zaky

I hesitated to eat it. Looks tempting, but I don't know the sender yet. I decided to put back a bunch of fruit salad complete with mango juice on my desk. I saw a packet of chocolate there too. From the model of the meal, the person who sent this understood my eating habits very well.

Hemmmmm...but who is it???

My phone rang, I saw the name on it. Hafiz….I wish the other. Because Hafiz will definitely call me to talk about preparing for tomorrow's event. But I picked up my phone.

“Eat a lot. Let's face reality”, Hafiz's voice from across looks so carefree.

“Oh it turns out you sent. Thanks y”, I replied

“What do you hope is who sent?”, asked Hafiz

“Again males becandaaa”, I replied lazily.

“Gak. Thanks though. I want to bring a motor tomorrow, all you want service, “I replied

“OK. Enjoy your breakfast....,” Hafiz hangs up.

I wonder, this child is like a shaman. He even knew I had no breakfast. Really weird.

I immediately grabbed back the package I had placed on the table. It was time for me to eat, so I might have felt dizzy because my stomach was still empty. Fortunately what was sent was not rice and the like, as this was enough to help me whet my appetite. Fruit and chocolate. Thank you Hafiz, once again you are the best.

I drank the juice first. While I turn on the radio, I hope it builds my mood. A song sounded sweet in my ears…..

It's hard 'me step away

When you're still here

Failing me forgot

Each of you said hello

I still love you

I still love you

If we still meet

It is getting more difficult for this

Forgetting you

I deleted your picture

From the frame in my room

But there's still your face

Come hold of dreams

I still love you

And I still love you

If we still meet

It is getting more difficult for this

'I'm forgetting you

Always

You made me

Throwing with your words

The more I avoid

The more I want to meet

I still love you…

Perfect. Broken heart songs are indeed a perfect complement to make a mood that is confused becomes more mellow.

Actually I'd rather hear the babble of the radio announcer, which sometimes quite entertained me. But I looked around from there not finding a suitable channel. Stopping at Rossa's song, describing my current state perfectly. Tragically. Even the radiopun seemed to be on the side of fate.