I could feel something different in him. Not just by his talk or walk, it's beyond that. I hope he isn't a nefelibata in my mind.
"What do you mean?" Asked Dark Cloud
His aura. It's special, like a secret potion that only fairies keep it safe inside a magic box.
"You're kidding me. Don't all boys are the same? Jerks.. heartless.. mean.. cruel.."
No. Don't you ever say that! I maybe have been meeting the same character of men in my life but i believe that there must be an angelic guy out there. Maybe not all. Maybe not even half. But they are there. If God is willing, i want that kind of guy to show me the way as he hold my hand and walk with me
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha you are ugly and fat, no one wants you"
but i believe in fate that God has planned for me and i believe in true love. I believe that one day i'll meet a guy that won't hurt me. And i think..
"What? You want to say that "he" is the one that will be your fate?"
i didn't say that but i will pray for that. Rain won't fall forever. There must be a beautiful rainbows after the stormy evening.
"Don't be so sure and put your hope high again. You know what had happened before, don't you?"
yes, i do still remember. This time, i will keep him in my prayer. I won't directly shout 'i love you' to him but yet i will whisper 'i think i have fall in love to one of your slave' to Him. i believe if he's meant for me, no matter how far we are and how long we didn't see nor contact each other, our hearts still remain strong.
"Wow i'm proud of you for once. You should know who you are and what religion you are in and you should know the rules. Neither couple nor flirt will give you sins. Even being too much friendly will give you sins. You know that we could only say important things to our non muhrim"
How do you know this?
"I'm apart of you, remember? You've learnt all this"
I do but sometimes i'm just lost
"You're not just lost. You're blind by the world. You thought you could do it but the fact is you can't. You're sometimes being too ego as you want things happen in your own way. God loves you, that's why you're single and alone. Praised to God because saving you from making sins, you shit"
Fine i admit that i was wrong! I will try to change myself. Give me a second chance! You know everyone deserve one.
"Whatever. I won't let you live in nefelibata again"
thank you. (Coughing up blood)
"are you okay? Need me to call the doctor?"
no. I'm fine.
"What happened to you?"
i'm just a little sick and i miss someone
"Your nefelibata man?"
he has a name. He is Moon.
Doctor then came to give White Rose an oxygen supplies. She's in quite critical state. She hoped for him to be around to give her supported but she mostly hoped for him to keep her in his prayer like she did.
I'm just a Flower. A white rose to be exact. Gasping for air to live. Convulsed, to search for a heart to heal hers. Collapse from her dream and enter the reality of life. This is the story of a white rose