My Novel
First section
The Sun in this afternoon has long been submerged. Before the night was indicative. Adzan sound the voice to call people than I carry praying Isya has also long overdue. Syfa Salsabilla finger still play a ball-point pen birthday gift from his father. It feels he wants to immediately disclose all the wounded, but she feel fear, panic and confusion, from where he will start the show.
Found a diary sheets audiences is still empty, and he has not also interested to fill them. One time he draw breath to hold emotional a tempestuous start to try and fill in the form of concentration for the book that sheet. This evening he looks hesitant and confused from the start where he should write down what happened the day before. It is usually not as smooth always write things that he wants to write, but this evening he felt very heavy to get started.
Diary is pink , always a friends heart was being depressed, sad, even happiness was received. Everything that he see, it always feels to be put in the diary. Since last year, when he received a gift from his father's diary funny book, he found a new hobby to begin pouring ideas, ideas, feelings, or things they want to in the book. He felt satisfied, if he can pour all the wounded into the daily books, he must be from the crying or brood alone in the place playing like he did before.
This time he feels there are something that are difficult to remove through his writings. It is very difficult to start writing a book on it. Eyes stare vacant pieces of white book is daily. There eyes that are usually fun, humorous, is likely to now not seen again. The visible face is the sad, disappointed and even sometimes draw breath is likely to anger those things hold.
This evening he felt living is a mess. After praying Isya be with both parents in that family worship was, he actually wants to chat with my father and many her mother the current savors entertainment events in one of the private national television. The event, which is their passion in every Saturday night.
Seeing her parents are enjoying a favorite expression, the Syfa Salsabilla imprison intention to talk with them. He was hoping that he can confront all the events that day he was to see his father and her mother . But he was afraid start.
She still bury the actual sense of anger and disappointment to parents who do not give special gifts are reset year yesterday. Usually the bands played formidable sets every day, the demand for defense. But yesterday one of his desire to go to the villages can not be fulfilled her grandmother. Even he is the school holidays. Her parents only give the prize ball-point pen, when he has ball-point pen more than 5. Because disappointed with the gifts he received from his parents, he finally fading from the house to the garden, a place to play it. There are say it all and thick glasses. He often do so if he is angry. The day she Cry sob until it finally hear it and see the events that cause he is not able to write on his diary.
He usually always open to parents, but this time he did not want to burden his parents with the incident that he had been viewed. He feels he has been making quite a lot of parents who he is. He feel he has become a burden for parents. Southerners have been enough, 12 years old, he is always making the mothers and father for this, that with the sincere and heartfelt. Only the desire to get the prize, which he expected, why he should be angry to them.
This time, the swishing sound of breath Syfa Salsabilla spotty. Genesis was the day not be imagined previously. It highlights the emotions and ire, but also highlights the face of fear. After quite a long time to play ball-point pen dijemarinya, with all the lavish living, she started writing after he breathe in and exhale slowly winded as he received from Sport teacher at the school.
Slowly but surely Syfa Salsabilla successful start pouring wounded in the diary that audiences
Bandung, 10 July 1999.
My God ...
I fear this is the night
I really have seen in the park overnight
Why is it so do all this!
I am afraid, but I'm angry
Why men are offhand puddle of flowers with a drop garden flower color is red.
Ugh horror, it is drops of blood.
Yes. blood Blood was also sully scarf the color pink is owned by the girl. I see men with sadistic strangle doll with the pink scarf.
I eat everything. Should I cringe,
I'm afraid people ...!!
Egregious once.
Who are they so?
I do not know,
But I want to immediately know, Who is that man. Who debate.
And who rose shawl the pink .
Diary ...!!
Acute fear will shoot up, what should I do now,
I fear ..! fear .....
Oh God, I want to quickly forget the events that immediately
I want to sleep quickly forget the incident
But I continue to haunt incident yesterday morning, I Please God yes.
Diary, I plant, I just want to sleep. Hopefully, the event is not
Diary
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