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Hi Guys.... It’s Midnight Time... Hope so you all are fine... “Best of Luck All of You”

Men could not see Men could not see- Their eyelids apart or close. Every one was lost, As a blind cannot lead the blind The world was yearning For someone with a piece of light So they could see The world, and their purpose of life. Then the prophet came With light - that if flashed on the sun The sun will be like a cloud That casts its shadow on a land Yet many turned away And chose to close their eyes They continued to wander And succeeded in wasting their time.

Poverty Hi everyone, pls read this poem and give me ur suggestions. It will be helpfull for me to improve.                                  POVERTY He realized everyone around him was struggling with poverty. For the child who gave one bucks in the morning,   Poverty was the inability to go on an excursion with her classmates. For the old man who turned his face away,  Poverty was the insufficiency of money to buy the liquor for the night.  For the boy who walked away without paying attension,  Poverty was the inability to afford for a bike. For the businessman who unwittingly handed over 100 bucks, Poverty was the struggle to build the third storey of his two storey house. At night,  he alone,  ate only a little food provided by someone and slept on the footpath rich.

Love Love if can be understood can't be It's the truth we both know but refuse to see not that our hearts are too callous to feel But the 'I miss you' is too big of a deal Tell me how do you sleep every night Knowing that a heart aches for you miles away Wonder it's not a lot for you to say Hi  Knowing that the life in me is beginning to fade  You took my hand although I acted so tough and you made me touch your soul I knew it will be difficult for me to give up the things you will ask me to hold Your photograph speaks to me on my lonely nights In one hand a cigarette, in the other a whiskey glass Your old texts on my screen, flashbacks in front of my eyes I am hurting inside though I smile through all my cracks  We are not to be blamed but only to be in love  How could we have known life has its own plans  As I take your name in every prayer I send above  Wish my heart had turned to stone before it slipped from your hands

Good Night Guys....✨ Have a Sweet Night with your sweethearts...💕 And mine with my sweet pillow...😂

Fantasy PROMPT:Your cell phone rings with an unknown number.You answer and the voice on the other end says, “I’m the sister that you didn’t know you had. Want to know more?” "Wow! Of course I want to know more. I hope you'll talk about the wife I didn't know I had, my mystery grandchildren and my patience which I clearly don't have. Get off my line. Frigging scam!" Life at his new job was rosy. He never quite got hold of any petals though. The thorns stabbed him everywhere he turned. First his boss, then his clammy workmate who kept stinking up the office with gruesome farts.  He was the butt of every joke. Every shade was thrown flabby physique and his extra padded rump. He started out believing the body shaming would stop...Now he had learnt to let it all bounce off him.  His messy hair, unevenly buttoned shirt and deep frown showed how nice his life was going. "Tsk, at least her voice was compensation enough, why do the good ones get rotten all the time?" He said shoving his phone into his pocket once more. Ben felt something. He felt a weight leave his heart. He felt this buzz within. It spilled over onto his poopy droopy face. He found himself smiling. Smiling to himself?  He was suddenly at peace. Shockingly! He almost felt nimble. What was happening?! ... Unlocking his door-the best part of his day. It won him a free ticket to do a trust fall. His beloved friend always caught him. His bed was ever reliable. He'd take off his clothes later. Much much later. Cuddling his pillow did him good. It gave him a glimpse of what love would feel like. His phone started singing. He cussed a bit at the person who had chosen the worst to call him. That number! "Oh come on! Which scam calls twice?" He dropped the crying phone on his bedside table. He couldn't be bothered. "Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone." Someone was speaking. With one voice, yet many. The room was silent yet the commands grew louder. His fingers dug into the sides of his head to block his ears. He squirmed restlessly, rolling from side to side. He was doing all it took to displace the voices from his head. They just wouldn't leave! He sat up on his bed and exploded. "Shut up! Whoever you are!! Get out of my head!!!!" His roar sent quivers through the walls of his house. He had emptied his belly of pent up frustration.  There was silence. Slowly, he freed his ears. Letting down his hands. Listening to see if he had really scared away the voice...His attention quickly shifted to his phone. There was something about that number. "I give up. Look behind you." He read off the screen. With apprehension, he eyeballed his screen some more.None of his softwares showed texts that way. "Look behind you? Oh me?OH...ME." He gulped. His shirt clung to his skin,cold sweat broke everywhere.His nervous itch broke out.But he couldn't scratch...someone.Or something. It was there. Behind him. Breathing on his neck. He turned instantly with fists readied and eyes screwed shut. His fists were for covering his face. The twenty four year old man was on the edge of pissing his pants. "Hey. You talk pretty tough but you can't handle a visitor?" His his lips stopped quivering. The voice. The scam's beautiful beautiful voice. The scam was in his room?! Her palms. Supple beyond anything he'd felt, touched his threatening fists. The sensation caused his eyes to flutter open. "Who...are... you?" She flashed a white set of perfect teeth, puckered up and leaned in. Her forehead, a symbol lit up on it. White radiant light. Growing more intense as she closed in. She planted her lips. He was perplexed in every way. She kissed his nose?! Before his tongue could express disgust, her forehead met his... Radiance all around. He couldn't even force his eyes open. Something was happening. She exhaled and withdrew wearing the brightest smile. His eyes flew open.. "Fairies exist? My father didn't die in a car crash? He's the King of the fairies?!" She nodded in amusement. He had so much to learn...

Wake Up It's very easy to forget the purpose for which you live everyday. For what you wake up in the morning and in the next moment you pick up your phone and get lost browsing through stuff that's irrelevant to your life and your dreams. Dont we all love to dodge the curveballs life throws at us telling ourselves that we will start tomorrow but tomorrow never comes and the 5 minute motivation speech quietly slips under the rug. Don't we forget how much we cried when we didn't get what we wanted and what we slogged for and finally when the results were out, they didn't call upon our name. We know what needs to be done and yet we are always in two minds over our next step. We are caught up between our wishful thinking and the need to wake up from our fantasies. We know what needs to be done yet here we are scrolling through our feed silently comparing or desiring for a life that's very much within our reach but needs stepping out of our comfort zone a little. When do we plan to make this life worth its blood, sweat and tears? When will we ever think that we need to use our head at times when shit needs to get done and there will be plenty of time and life left to run wild through the fields of barley or dance to the tune of raindrops. Wake up.

Know Self For Success Life is paradoxical. It is full of contra- dictions. The living world with all its enormity and diversity, where every being is born unique, each display- ing varying desire and mind-trends, remains a natural breeding ground for conflict of interests. In such an intriguing world, there remains no scope for ever having a perfect situation in life — we always remain vulnerable to go through unforeseen twists and turns in life. Yet, we are supposed to work out ways and means to succeed well in life and with ease and comfort. But, in a complex world, is it possible, and if so, how? Well, applying reasons, it is very much possible, and that is the challenge before all of us. It needs to be appreciated here, that unlike other species in exis- tence that are respectively bound by their predetermined nature, human beings enjoy the exclusive privilege to guide their actions by choice. But wherever choice option is there, the probability of its use and misuse remains equal, with related ramifications. To overcome this vulnerability, human beings are armed with another exclusive privilege ‘Buddhi’ — the faculty of discriminate intelli- gence. That empowers you to dispassion- ately judge things in perspective and pick up the most appropriate lead. It lets you weigh between ‘what you want’ and ‘what is right’ and accordingly help make right choice. It does also help you visu- alise challenges coming your way in the right perspective due, and let you combat them intelligently. Buddhi, however, doesn’t play out involuntarily. It has to be consciously invoked on every occasion, which calls for necessary alert for the purpose. Truth, however, remains that we seldom remain conscious about keeping this empowerment tool in active mode all the time. Ordinarily, we flow by the run of life driven by our inherent desire and mind-trends. Our ‘Ego’ further plays a devil in the process, as it identifies itself with those trends and takes them as if that would be its end game. It won’t allow invoking buddhi for due diligence — whether the desires pursued are worth it or not; are we equipped to pursue them to their logical end; and whether environmental conditions are conducive or not — and with obvious conse- quences. When we fail, we either blame external factors or take refuse in the call of destiny, rather than looking within to igure out our own fault lines. The other day, a gentleman came asking: “Sir, I pick up great ideas. Pursuing them, I earn substantially. And then in my next move, which apparently looks worth pursuing, I lose everything. The net result is zero. What is there in my destiny that doesn’t let me have my way? Please suggest some puja to over- come this vulnerability of mind.” While looking for a puja, you need to first understand how one’s destiny is made out. Bear in mind; our life is driven by cause-effect chain. The choices that we have made in the past, have a carry- over effect in future. The imprints of what we did in the past is laid down in our minds in the form of seed-potential, which given a conducive atmosphere will play out in future. Accordingly, the best puja would be to first know your own self — figure out the indwelling seed potential. You could then, once again applying choice option duly guided by buddhi, make necessary amends in your thought process through fresh educative inputs. That alone can let you rise over your own limitations. Any puja conduct- ed by pundits can’t invade your mind- space for necessary correction. Now look at your inherent desire and mind-trends. Uranus occupying the lagna, is trine to its lord Sun speaks of your high talent. The Sun in the 5th house marked with speculative tenden- cies, brings in gambling instinct. But at the end of the day, signifying Moon puts your ideas into action. Moon occupies Gemini sign, the one marked with vacil- lation, which is posited in the constella- tion owned by Mars in the 5th house, which further strengthens your gambling tendencies. As would happen in any gambling, the probability of success and failure remains equal. This vulnerability could be contained by applying sense of reasons, as it will let you make calculated moves and avoid playing blind games, which you often do. The problem, however, is that intelli- gence signifying Mercury is conjunct its natural enemy Mars as well as headless Ketu, which makes you restless, not allowing space for due diligence. Consequently, you are tempted to rush through your action on instinctive judg- ment, and evidently to your detriment. The result is there to see.

Non-Fiction CONDITION: Non-Fiction   PROMPT: Write about the day you were late for no good reason.   It was five years ago. Life had become a burden to us. We were in an unforgiving boot camp. No days off except the Sabbath. Strict diet. Strict regiment. All for the sake of our final exams.  We didn’t even want to get into high school that badly. With each passing day, it was crystal clear that the teachers were in it for themselves. Their target was to gloat! Gloat about our success. Gloat about how they were our backbones. Gloat about how we were damned without them.    I remember that Saturday. As if waking up wasn’t tough enough. After a while, I managed to push away the temptation to sleep in. Mum was on her marks. I slipped into my shoes and she did too. We hopped into the car and she dumped me off soon after.   Up the stairs. To my class. Lessons started, lessons ended. The boring tutor put us to sleep. Nothing learnt, time wasted.  Half the class dashed out of the school to get some food. I won’t be wrong to say I led the crowd. My clique decided that some variety was in order. Thirty minutes was our limit. Authorities! Did they really mean it?    The trek commenced. We bypassed plain rice, cakes and pies. We ignored the fries, and walked past burgers. There were fruits and there were snacks yet nothing seemed to cause that spark.  We were hungry, we were tired, but we found nothing that we liked.    Disappointed souls. Dusty feet and weary hearts. We returned to class. Time wasted, nothing eaten, in line for a beating. Are you really asking me why?   We came back an hour after break time expired!

Horror CONDITION: HORROR   PROMPT: Write a story about two divergent snow covered paths.   “Y'all ready to hear a bedtime story?” Daley started, almost whispering. Nona was asleep. Daley had no plans of dealing with a cranky old antiquity. Not on a peaceful chilly night like this.    The five children were curled up in a ball. They sat around the lantern, dead silent with eyes fixed on him. The moon three the  spotlight on Daley. The wind whistled in. Clearing his throat, Daley begun….    “This is a tale my father told me. One his father told him. One the Russian merchant told his father." ...   "It was that time of the year. The snow was unforgiving. It was the period where all paths vanished under the blanket of snow.  The wise old ones said,  “The paths where the winds only blow in your face should never be taken."  No one knew why it was so. The stories were all different. Too different. There was one thing that was common to every story however…"   Daley's eyes shot open. The moon hid behind a cloud. The rustling leaves stilled. The children huddled tighter. Daley broke his ominous silence…   “THE DISAPPEARANCES!”   "Everyone obeyed. Not a hair was out of place... Till the day Billy  disappeared. The stories say he went reindeer spotting one afternoon. Cold and alone. He was a hardy one. Yes he was. Ol' Billy was lost in the majesty of the animals. He had admired them for years.  He trailed them about a mile. Straying further from the path he started on. He came to a split path.    There she was, chills all over, tears freezing over. Billy went to her. Knight in shining armor. She pointed down the leftward path. Pointing down the path, she voiced, "Papa."  ...  Down they went. On and on. The trees got taller. Blocked out the sky. She pointed to a man. He wasn’t far off. Flat on his back and clearly unconscious. Billy rushed to him. He knew he had to act fast.   …   Eyes gouged out, gut carved into. Insides missing. Billy turned back to the girl. He knew they had to get out of there and fast!    His blood froze. Then it all came rushing back. The girl. She was in the tale his father told him. The vessel of the ghoul. The ghoul of the windy winter path. No one could hear his cries as it slashed into him.  Rumors say Billy survived...  He waits at the mouth of windy winter trails. Hoping someone who heard his story will follow him down the path to rescue a stray reindeer.”

Romance CONDITION: Romance  PROMPT: The bright harvest moon began to get smaller and smaller as the two celestial bodies began to drift away from each other.   “Zon! Zon, wait…”   “You know you shouldn’t be here.”   “ Zon, this place alone matters to me.”   “Maan! See how you burn! You’ve lived so long yet you never change!”   “Zon, I’ve chased you all my life!”   “That’s why I keep on running. You’re a monster!”   “Show me my flaws…tell me my wrongs.”   “Its within you. You can’t get rid of your fiery greed!”   “My greed?”   “Yes! Your greed. You chase after me because you want to take my place.”   “Your place?”   “Yes! You wish to rule both day and night.”   Zon took a step back and Maan came closer…   “Zon…don’t leave. I’ll grow cold.  I’ll die.”   “That is exactly what I want! You alone in your darkness!”   “Zon my greed is for you and not your place.”   “For me?”   “Yes, you.”   “Maan! We’ve been cursed to wrestle, we weren’t made to cuddle.”   “I am ice, you are fire. Yet my whole life, I burn for you.”   “You can’t come close.”   “Zon, if death is the price to pay to have one dance, I will take the chance.”   “Maan, we were made together to be apart.”   “Zon I want you to stay.”   “Us two? Share a place in the sky? Maan, what will the people say?”   “Zon…I speak my heart yet you drift away…”   “It’s the law of the heavens…I don’t want to be cast away.”  “Let’s elope…”   “Maybe another day.”   “This is the last of mine…”   “Maan…you will have another life time.”   “Zon it changes nothing. I’ll forever be chasing after you.”    Zon sunk out of sight. Maan, empty inside, took his place in the sky. Another end, a new beginning.  At least once, he looked upon the love of his life. At least once, the moon and sun shared the sky. Authors note: The harvest moon rises just about at sunset. The moon comes up before the sun goes down(they share a place in the sky. Stuck on opposite sides however). And it's reddish(it burns). Zon- Sun in Dutch and she's the woman Maan- Moon in Dutch and he's the man

Short Story I am out on my long trip which i was planning since some time. I am listening to the radio which is playing some pop music. I am passing by highway 80 which goes to tankota town. I am checking my beer holder and noticed that there is only one beer remaining. So i decided to stop-by a gas station, and restock on beer and gas.  I am entering the local grocery supermarket and getting my stock while my car is out in the station getting refilled with gas. I have all the things that I came for and now I am exiting the supermarket. I am putting all my stuff in the trunk and as I am sitting in the car, I notice there is some paper note on my windshield. I took the paper and saw someone wrote in a bad handwriting, "Go west for 100 miles". I decided to take the adventure and went in that direction.  After more than an hour, I saw a board that said Welcome to Area 52. I heard of Area 51 earlier with all the conspiracies on it holding aliens but Area 52 was new place for me. As I was entering through the broken fence which was clawed through by something, I noticed some hangars to my right and a control tower to my front. The hangar was having some lights on, so I went to the hangar to check it out.  On entering the hangar, there was something in the shadow. I am a wat veteran so I could tell it was not human. Luckily, I had some guns in my cars trunk.  I headed towards the car and took out a shotgun rifle and entered the hangar. I found the switch to the current power and flipped it to turn it on. The entire hangar was well lit and I could see the creature barging at me. I took a shot at it and it started bleeding green. I headed towards the control tower in hopes to be able to radio out for help. As I entered the tower, another creature barged in towards me and it missed me by a hairs distance. I turned around and took it out. I am heading towards the top floor by taking the stairs. As soon as I reached the top floor, luckily for me, the radio was still working. I was able to radio the next army base and in a few minutes, they reached my base all loaded up. I took my car and stayed in a nearby hotel for the night. This is a rare experience and I am still wondering who was the person who guided me towards that base. Was it someone who was aware of the atrocities of that base? Was it someone who was looking for help and knew I would be able to help? It is all a mystery.

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Bang.!! This is the first scenario it starts with more like a fast forward in the future… like the end of story    BANG!      The bullet punched Flaire in the abdomen.  The pain brought him back to Earth while   Knocking him off his feet.  As he fell to   his knees the thought of how he got   there lingered his mind.    “Say your last prayer” said the man on the other side of the gun.    Flaire Knellis asked himself how he got there but to say he didn’t deserve it would be absurd.  It’s a long story, one that is filled with betrayal, greedy men and of course death, but for one to understand it well one will need to start from the beginning.   Being a wealthy family, one would be content to welcome their second born.  But not the Curtis, as soon as Jimmy was born his dad became bitter and his mother became.  She was always distant, Jimmy basically had nannies for mothers.             This is the other scenario goes like this well it’s in 1st person but that can be changed    In 1989 I was born as Jimmy Curtis up until and in 2013, when I was reborn as Flaire Knellis.  This is not your ordinary story, well mine is filled with betrayal, rapacious men, and death.  And because it’s my story allow me to tell it right way, the I remember it.    Born into a family of trouble, my mother knew I was bound to get trapped in the troubles the family swinged with.  My father being Symon Curtis, was a top man at his craft, drugs and of course money laundering.  Being his son my parents feared the worst me.  So when I was three years my parents gave me away. I think they just never liked me and wanted to justify their action.  They gave me away to uncle Hennessy.  Word on the street say he loved Hennessy so much, people started calling him Hennessy and the name got stuck to him like some chewed gum.  Well uncle Hennessy was supposed to raise me as his own, unfortunately I always drove him insane with my whiling that he gave me away to Godparents.  Being a child who bounced from house to house one might think I was drained, but that was the opposite.  I had a plan, to get tossed around until I land at my parents' house.  That didn’t happen, instead my Godparents put up with me and even adopted me.  When asked why they didn’t change my last name they always said they didn’t want to disrespect anyone.  I think they saw it as disrespect to my father if I ever changed my last name.  When I turned ten I was asked what I wanted for my birthday, all I asked for was to meet my parents.  At first my godmother rejected my request, but after several tantrums she ended up changing her mind. My godfather didn’t say anything about it, he barely said much.  I feel like if he could’ve stopped me from going my life would’ve turned out differently.  I still remember the day I went to meet them like it was a week ago.  So my godfather drove me to an elite neighborhood.  He then walked me to the doorstep of a mansion, kissed me on the forehead and walked away.  So there I stood asking myself if I should knock or go straight in, at some point of thinking I wanted to turn around and go home, but I gathered my courage and rang the doorbell.  Tidooooo  The door slightly opened and behind it stood a man with a pistol.   “Who are you looking for not?” asked the strange man  “I’m here to my mother and father sir” I slowed answered  “You have the wrong address” insisted the man  “I don’t think so, is this not the Curtis residence?” I said  “Boss, I think you have a visitor!” yelled the man  “Send them right in” answered a voice  “It’s a kid…” said the man as he looked at me  “ I’m busy send them in” answered the voice  “You heard the man, come in…”  I got into the house and immediately got mesmerized by what stood in front of me.  A gigantic piano stood in the middle of the room, white as snow yet simple.  A flight of staircases took my breath, it was meticulously built, as it gently rose to the heavens.  I was starting to ask myself how many stories it was when’s beautiful chandelier caught my gaze.  It was ginormous and detailed for perfection.    “Right this way…” said

He wasn’t sure he could eat the hand of a fellow human being, but he was dying... |NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR| PROMPT: He wasn’t sure he could eat the hand of a fellow human being, but he was dying...   No sunrise, no sunset. They had twenty markings on the cave wall. Now it was just him. Ron couldn’t make it through the heat of the crimson storm. Their wives passed four markings ago. Their stench had started to fill the cave. Brandon and Melanie were killed by the berries they gathered from the valley.     Brandon didn’t heed his warning, “Don’t eat from the trees of a strange island” ,he said.   “Berries are berries Dave.” Exactly what Brandon would have said if he wasn’t dead.   After sixteen days, Dave had figured out that the crimson storm could power his scrappy communication system. He didn’t expect to reach anyone but he pressed on regardless. They needed to survive. They needed to tell the story. The story of how a gentle cruise out to the open sea became a date with death on an island that was far from normal. But now, Ron was gone too.    Nineteen markings without food. They had been surviving on the water that collected on the rocks from the roof of the cave. It made them sick to their stomachs. But it was all they had. Now he sat alone on the ground, wearily fidgeting with stubborn wires as his body clawed at him. It begged for food.  …    The wires sparked! His circuit was alive. The crimson storm was imminent. Temperatures began to rise. His weary frame refused to be lifted of the ground. He needed to eat something. Anything!    What was there to eat? Rocks were crunchy and rich in minerals but if berries could kill, he wasn’t willing to risk it. Another failed attempt cut him to the heart. It was hopeless.  Dave dropped the wires and lay beside his buddy. Almost as still, hoping to conserve what little energy he had left. He was too sad to cry. He looked at his lazy wires and sighed, “Its over Dave…you did your best.”   Then his eyes shot open. He sprung up with a sense of urgency. Dave hobbled a little beyond Ron's lifeless body. With the last of his strength he lifted the best rock he spotted.  Ron’s arm came clean off. The rock was bloodied from the action. Dave caressed his lifeline. The monster he faced had spawned a monster within him. Staying alive was more important than holding on to his humanity...     #MA #review #shortstory

A tale of good deed "Hey Rick, table number 3 asks for a roasted mutton, Kindly note. 4 has been placed for sausages" These words were uttered by Naori, a middle aged widow lady who was working as a waiter in a restaurant. She was dressed in an elegant taste, it was not a five star restaurant still the matter of facial countenance always matter. The place was bustling with crowds, especially people who smelt money.There brows frowning post taking a small bite of pork, "what is this, this pork is not -soft Not - at - all soft. Can I talk to the chief" was complained by a sober woman with gooseberry color attire, a shining necklace giving the whiff of money. Naori was simply dedicated to her job, as she needed money. Living alone is not at all easy, the bills, the cooking, the housekeeping is to be done by you. A job of waiter can hardly bring you any cash merely as much a nazi would spend as a tip. Today was quiet , the place was filled not as always but it was a gentle day for Naori to take a breath after having her ears crooked after hearing complaints and orders. The place was as big as a basketball court. It's up to you to imagine a restaurant having several wooden seats in corners which smelled edible with paint. Naori was quite surprised, an old man who could hardly was up to this restaurant he looked a gentleman with a puce color court.

Unforgettable (Part 1) Hey, my name is Maishieh, you can call me May. I'm a 19 years old introvert girl from the common family. My parents working in the same place, in the same restaurant. My Dad is a waitress, and my Mom is a part-time chef. So you can say that I'm is just an ordinary girl. Just like the other teens, I also have some problems in school, love life, and mostly in friendships. As an introvert, I didn't really have any friends. I just know my classmates as "classmates" only, and not by personally. Sometimes, I want to hangout with others, but once again, I remember that I'm "different", and that's why I refused to tell them that I'd like to join. While walking to go home, I said to myself, "Why do I live like this? It sucks!" I'm so disappointed, but I can't do anything about it. I still have some arguments on my mind, but then I saw a boy getting bitten up by some teenagers. I run towards them, and scream, "YOU GUYS, ALL OF YOU, STOP!!!" As those teenagers see me, they running as fast as they can to avoid me to see their faces. "Are you okay??" I asked the boy. "I- I'm okay. Thank you," he answered slowly. I'm glad he's okay, then I said, "Thank God you're okay. C'mon, let me bring you to my house, I'll let my Mom to puts some medicines into your wounds." "Wait, no thanks, no need. I'm okay, really really okay," he said. I keep forcing him to go to my house, 'till finally, he agreed. We take a taxi to go to my house, as he can't walk properly after got bitten up. "What's wrong? Why you get bitten up by them?" I asked. "It's a long story. I would like to tell the whole story to you, but my face is hurts and it's so hard to talk properly," he answered clearly. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry. Maybe later," I said back. 5 minutes passed by, and we arrived in my house. I shouted, "Mom! Mom!" 'till my Mom came out and said, "Yes- oh my God who's this?! What happened??!" "Mom, I'll tell you the story later, now would you out some medicines to his wounds first, please?" I said. "Yes, sure sure, come in," my Mom replied. See? Seems like the motherhood side of my Mom is came out. After my Mom putting the medicines to his wounds, we have some conversations and a dinner together. He is a nice boy! I'm enjoying every single word that came out from his mouth, even tho I can't hear it so clearly because his face still hurts. As my Mom going out to go to work, he's also go back to home. I only delivered him until in front of the fences of my house, then he walks away. As I came back in for wash the dishes, I remember he asked me, "Are you a Nadao School's student?" and I just answered, "Yes, I am!" so simply. I wonder why is he asked me like that. He even asked me to take a picture with him. I found it okay, but in other side, I found it weird and kinda creepy. The next day at school, I saw a guy in a cafeteria. He looks kinda confused, just like someone that trying to looking out for something. I tell this, because I can see it by his gestures. Once again, as an introvert, I refused to walk towards him, but after minutes, I still saw him like that, so I decided to go to him. "Hey, something's wrong- oh! Hi!!" My question becomes an expression of an excitedment. He is the guy that I met yesterday, the guy that got bitten up by some teenagers! "Um, who are you?" he answered. And honestly, I'm shocked. How dare is this guy say "who are you?" to me?

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