Just a little break
Day (Part 1)

My family and Astrid's are very close. It's like a brother himself. Because our father was a close friend from childhood. Astrid to me is like a sister.

Sometimes this little heart wants to have it. I don't know when that feeling started I don't know either. But every day. This heart loves him more and more. Ahh, either love or whatever is possessing me right now.

Early in the morning we were preoccupied with the same stomach pain that Astrid said had almost three times back and forth the bathroom but there was nothing out of the same child. I think I am a child.

After I finished the shower, in the other bathroom, and prepared to go to the office. I took myself to see the condition of Rigid in his room.

“Where is it?” ask Astrid.

“She has a stomachache. I think there are bad guys who love him drinks Cola in the mallm day,” Astrid replied.

Plainly holding a bottle of Cola, which I know with the bottle I gave to Tegar. Means the bad guy I donk.

“Emm... ohh, iyya.yaa..sadis also yes,” said I was acting before Astrid

“Kak Ady leaves first. I'll let you come by noon, Kak, please tell Ms. Inna,” pinta Astrid.

“Iyaa, later Brother tell you,” reply me.

“And don't forget either. Today there is a new GA person on behalf of Muhammad Adan with NIK 41278,” Astrid reminded.

“Iyya, Brother inget, a reference person from Mother Inna herself right, who even we both have not seen at all the person, the age of Astrid. Only two years younger than my sister. Hehehe,” joked me.

“Biarpun only two years different, but it would still if it is older. Hahaha,” joked Astrid with her nagging laughter.

On the sidelines of our jokes.  Suddenly I smell something. I think it smells like a kebakar cable. Paaiit smells so bad. I asked Astrid she didn't smell this either, and it turned out. He was the culprit, too.

“Sorry Brother, I can't stand it,” he said with a reddened face.

“Aiihh slovenly, farts carelessly mulu!” sahut.

He reasoned that he unintentionally threw away the wind. Looks like he also caught a cold, the datri just wasted the wind continues the same chapter. But, whatever the reason, I swear. Astrid stinks.

Still with shame. Astrid asked me to sneak off to the office. It's still rainy season. Fear of the streets getting stuck too. Added again so early this is also cloudy and a little foggy. Whether the fog pollution or fog because of the weather I have also been difficult differentinnya.

Then, I went to the office without breakfast, because I don't know why my brain still ingetin I smell the same fart Astrid. Genuine, that's a really bad habit of him. Likes farting recklessly. If he farts he has color, my face must have been blown.

Arriving at the office I began to return to my activities. The first task is to get to know the new GA employee to the entire office environment. But the news from Inna's mother the new man could not come in the morning.

He can come after lunch later, because he also had to take care of his sister who was sick first, can be the same Astrid. So, I abisin half today with meeting and sorting candidates for accounting staff candidates.

Half a day passed. I ate alone in the room, because it males out, so I nitip soto same office boy. Not good to eat alone, because it is not usually like gini, usually I am always treated with Astrid.

Just a few hours without him, my feelings were uncertain and missed him. Wa I'm also not bales, maybe he's going again. Is it still busy caring for a Rigid who has not yet recovered from his pain?

“Kok is for so sii?” ask me, curious.

He was just squirming with a lethargic face and pouting towards me. Must have been the result of last night and left his sick sister at home. His mind is burdened by those two things today.

“Where is the Rigid state?” ask me again.

“Udah meningan, he I entrusted in the house of sodara. I want permission not to enter but work again a lot,” he replied.

“Ouww. Would you like to send us a funny poem or funny words?” ask him further.

He nodded his head at the sign. That's how she feels or sad. I like to make her beautiful words or encouragement for her. I promise to make him a poem.

But before that the cave wants to take him to eat first. Asked what he had eaten yet, his head was so melted. Worrying about it, bring it like pengenewakin. I finally got to eat out.

It seems like he is really hungry. Just arrived at the office. But already want to be invited out again to buy food and immediately eaten to fill his hungry stomach.

About what poetry is suitable for him in a sad time like now. The poem I wrote for him was enough. Because my habit when he's sad is to make him poetry or funny stories.

So that he can smile and be excited again in the face of life. It was a wonderful life she had, but she was not so aware of how wonderful her life was. If only he could see it from the perspective of others.

Surely he will see how much he has and achieves in the world of others. I can stand it when she's with and loves another man. But I can't stand it when I have to squirm he's sad like gini.

When going down the stairs, I do not stop thinking what poetry is suitable, which sometimes in the poem I also help my feelings for him.

“So why are his eyes red, crying ya?” ask him who knows the tears that begin to pool in mat ague.

“Ahh, no. Nothing, just got dust so a little red,” reply me with a makeshift reason.

Finally I get the words that fit me to make a poem for him. More or less like these are the words created for him today. Hopefully he can heal his wounds on this life.

There is no pressure in the heart. Because I have lost to my heart. Now I know what love is. Painful and pathetic heart. But I still don't listen. And not heed anyone.

The heart only acknowledges the story in its mind. I always loved you, loved you and loved you. My heart and mind are only you. The whole world looks fake to me. I will always love you, love you and love you. Even after that. I will still love you.

I sent the poem through wa let him read it. There is no particular theme or limitation if I send poetry to him. As long as his words were good and heart touching, he would have liked it. Coincidentally the time was right when he again waited a long time pesenan food that he pesen.

“Aiiihh..bagus Kak, indeed from the first Kak Ady was the best for poetry,” said Astrid.

In response to my poem. I can finally smile again. He also loved the poems I made.

Even he likes to re-type on the laptop and he is simple in a special file on his laptop, so he can read again. But for this time it feels like poetry is not enough, I should be able to make him cheerful again.