Sadness at the happiness

     The sun showed his warm smile that greets me. then the sixth day of the week, and know whether what that means? I will tour to Yogya in three days. But before I do not know anything that would make me sad and crying will happen.
     I sat in the hallway of school with my friends Eren. well ... course by reading a new book that I bought last Monday. I went to school just to see the number bus that will take me to go to Yogya.
     evening came, well .. before I had prepared all the goods that maybe I need that journey. After I had my heart pounding maghrib prayer is very tight as if to signal that something bad will happen to me. but I can only pray to the Almighty that I survived to go home.
     At 7 pm, when I left my little house and said goodbye to all my family. My heart rate did not go away faster and faster it happens. But I looked up and saw the moon is so beautiful and bewitching heartbeat became normal again.
    well .. The bad trip started and I could not sleep, I'm still watching my favorite doll that I had brought from home hhmmmmm.. this is the longest trip I have ever traveled. Morning came and I went straight to the beach Tritis machete, and I was not there myself, I with the best friend I ever knew and...which had become the beloved with whom I spent a lot of time. But that time will not be able to be stopped by anyone. but it will never be forgotten from my memory ever.
    well the journey continues. and I arrived at the Borobudur temple. I walked around the streets with himmany temples is the closeness that we thought we were dating but not really. although the minute I crossed the minds of the past with him oh my god do not hurt him anymore I do not how long then I remembered something. as a birthday gift last february I bought something on my partner, it's just as recalled memories alone. again more time separates us well .. I would not want to leave it.
    time to go home but .. something bad happened to me when I finally got to hear the news Mojokerto by my ear. And my father was a traffic accident so he must be in operation ... oh god ...

This piece of my story
by: eapriliany