My close friend, Wina, said, “She’s a freak.”
But my heart said, “She’s a loner.”
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I saw her four years ago. She was sitting under the weeping willow tree, making some strange movement. But I think I ever saw like that on theathre. They called it pantomime. She made a movement like someone who wants to open the door, but the door closed. She tried so hard, but the door can’t opened. Suddenly she cried, without voice. Only tears turn on her cheek. Then she knew me. She was staring at me, and I was looking for her. I didn’t care if she wanted to shouting or blame me, like what she was doing when the others staring at her. But she didn’t do anything. I think she didn’t care if she’s looked by me. She was making a new strange movement. Suddenly she was laughing out loud, and then singing beautifully. What a beautiful song, even though I don’t know what song she sang about, but her voice could touch my heart, my deepest soul… So long I didn’t hear this warmly-heart voice like hers. The rain had comes, I was so touch until I didn’t know where she was gone. Nobody sat under the weeping willow tree, in that rainy day.
-to be continued-
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