Fantasy Stories in Indonesian

When no longer heard, I dared to look. When it was still heard, I did not dare to return the look. For me friends are hope, just like the earth hopes rain. I avoided his gaze only for him, my best friend. I don't know if it's an illusion of my mind or there is love it's like refracted from the petals. I was really upset when I saw the gaze of my best friend's lover towards me.

It was bad at first, I didn't spend a day with him without having a disagreement. He chose south I chose north. Not for a second I expect him to swap with someone else, not as long as I try to catch his empty compliments. Part of it maybe I just don't like him.

But inevitably, now I'm upside down to face the earth. Maybe my feelings were left on the surface. I tried a million times to avoid it. Really, my mind isn't strong enough for that.

Now it's been more than a month I haven't seen her greeting, met her profanity. I can't deny it, I miss him. But I missed it. The rebellious mind I hold. What does my soul really want?

I found the answer next to my best friend. The friend sat down and looked at me bitterly.

Oh, I totally realized, who I was trying to protect from this awry feeling. I'm not strong, but the feeling of envy just vanished. Not one speck wanted to disturb them.

I carry this broken heart with a glimmer of sweat to the other pieces of my soul. He just forced me to admit the taste. But still I say no. Even though it turns out that the answer is not that, I still have dozens of distant valleys to find to find it.

If the sun is able, I will try to visit. If the moon is interested, I will tell him. Yet a huge surge in the soul raged, hitting every crack of feeling to open it. This war will not be over for a while. In fact, I think it's only just begun.

If it is entangled, I will read the letter of destiny. But if I can change it, I hope for the best. This is a test of endurance. It means that patience will bear fruit.

Far from it all, if I could ask the refractor of love, I would ask. But the other side of me says otherwise. "He refracts nothing, just a fierce glimmer to you."

This is war. I was angry with that word. I try to deny it but it's true. My other mind said again, "right, the feeling is the same as you."

Confusion is inevitable. I haven't crossed a single valley yet. I might even get lost in the jungle of my own feelings. The jungle twists, but still goes in one direction, namely, “no.”

Then suddenly my mind whispered, "Not that, but the valley of the mind, maybe there you will find it." Let me search.

It turns out that this is not about feelings, not about love, not really about romance. This is just a trick of the mind, he is really good at hiding himself, even though I found him anyway. It was the raft called the mind that carried me, and at last I found the end of the faraway valley. There it is written:

“The mind is beneath the mind, something that is thought of must be filtered into it, and you must know one thing that is very clear which you have known long ago. I'm just confirming it because it's true. And I will blame if it is indeed not good for the earth in you…”

The writing was cut off as if my other mind was hiding it, because it hated the thought. Then I found it under the grasp of the mind. I open slowly. And the fiber was exactly what I expected.

“Time will tell. If the earth shakes, the one who saves you is a friend. And not a few of your friends who teach you to swim when your mind is flooded with problems. So, spare him for your friend."

The shabby fibers sank too deep into my feelings, and rekindled the smile on my face. I am ready to welcome back my pensive evil mind. Well, time will tell how right he is.

"I've chosen," I said to the thought.