Mahalia looked for something artiststic to ordain her house at the shop belong to Girraldy where the owner was there that time.Her grandparents were following her after an hour to pick her up if she finished with her shopping. Girraldy was inviting grandpa to have smoke outside.Girraldy showed his interest to use a pipe like him .They let the females having their time with those stuff in the shop to pick.Before that , Girraldy talked about things related to great love which was responded by Mahalia in half heart and half attention. What men know about it .. especially a man like him with lots of glittering things in his lifestyle? Girraldy spent his time at anything he could enjoy.Even that teaching schedule at his father private schools.Mahalia knew him there as an English student as some other girls did ." ls it wrong to hope a great love from someone we love the most ?"he asked.Mahalia answered in her mid attention on the wooden stuff ." What is great love anyway?"" M m.. you

In the still of the night when Gillardy found all all was voiceless ,soundless he was telling himself that misery is a way to learn better. If none love you and life is unfair ,You are luckier than them who got everything since bornBecause if everyone give you love then spoiling you, will think you're so precious since birth, without doing anything or effortless.Getting everything without challenge..So that you will believe that your parents and life who had given all that finally as not precious then you belittle their existence of the starting line of your life to carry on ahead .You will see other human and yourself as gods themselves.Unlike they who struggle for anything , will realize nothing will happen without following the destiny line ."Our effort to get all that will always be lack of everything and you always want for more .Never satisfied with anything.Will you be happy ? No. .you always be incomplete and asking things outside yourself.You become jerk and d

Rudolfo locked the rear door then creeping to the top of the floor where a secret room with a door was there behind the big painting. The room began to be musty as it never had been opened for a year but who cared .He crossed his arms on the chest while standing in the corner and looked out of the window with the white greyish curtain.He smiled strangely.He saw Albertina stood near him ,holding a candle with faint light and it was dropping its fluid on her hand .But she didn't care . Suddenly the window was opened by the gust of the wind .The dark long haired woman put candle in the corner.Then she stood to change her clothes with her most beautiful long gown .A yellow pale satin with a ribbon flower at her slim waist part.Her slim finger moved ,so were her both legs .She was dancing like a tree which was about to fall .But she kept on dancing .Dancing till dawn . Rudolfo lighted his third cigar .He knew that the dance would be over soon . And he knew that Albertina would

Meridian just handed Nerida something she bought for her from Singapore as a gift .She told her something about what she experienced on the plane ." An attractive guy ... Londoner or American maybe .. looked for his seat .Smiled sweetly at me .l hoped his seat number was next to mine ...and you know ,l thought he felt the same way..as his eyes looked at me in a way of flash of interest." "Then ?"" He nodded lightly and took a seat right behind me ,near the window" Nerida waited for her next story whether she got along well with the Londoner or the meeting story was just cut off there .Trip trip trip .A brief meeting maybe continue maybe not .It happens.But Meridian changed her topic ." I still feel it..i t sucking ! " She said it almost breathlessly." Damn it ! Can l be free ?how can we pick the words 'take it easy 'till the enormous torture come along .Then the big waves of trials ."''Take it easy " Nerida said it jokingly." We supposed to do things "The phone rang thrice bu

Rudolfo fetched the painting.Closing the door behind him and went outside.That night he read the diary belong to his wife , Albertina. "Aunt Valerie sent a postcard with a picture of a bird perching alone on the berry tree twigs.Does she know that l am lonely lately?She wants to come here and carries out the dance party again .She doesn't know nobody come here now.Rudolfo forbids everyone to come.He imprisoned me here .He just allowed me to meet the sun through the window.Ah , l must close and hide this diary .He is coming.His car is there .He comes each month to stay for a few days. He's gone in the morning.Yes,he took the keys again .l asked him what if I want to go out visiting my friends ? He never reply and they also will never be able to visit me..how it would be possible ? Rudolfo lied to them..he told them that l have been on holiday somewhere each time a friend said would come to meet me . I can never take a walk again over there,on the grassy plateau ..