A Hero Under The Silent Storm

there was a silent after the storm
i woken up to realize the silence in my room
i walk out my room and i face the silence
not even a drop of rain makes disturbance

lusa kemarin aku mengunjungi kawan di markas bandung utara untuk suatu urusan. there was much fun. first of all, i went to erwan, of course. i need a guide to get to the hq, diki's place. i spend a day and a night there. met with z, who didn't looked like a married man, ilham, who were getting taller yet a bit funny and childish like old days, diki, who now looked like fat-mode of ahmad dhani, erwan, nah... i don't wonder of this guy but he was just like more religious, malik came with his 'gordes' long haircut, walid and irfan didn't change at all, and cakra looked more handsome. also came ezod n andika on the night. so much laugh, so uch talk. and the day after, i went home and then silenced in my room. i went asleep when the hard-rain falling. it was just like a storm. i woken up and i met with silent. not even a drop of rain i could hear. i went out from my room and i saw that the entire house was silent. strange.

by the way, may be it's because my addiction to play and to the 'artificial beauty' i give in up to my study. yet i can't be free without finishing my assignments. yet i can't be free....
aargghh!!!!!!

and after the silent, on the dusk, the rain continued falling hard.

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