caca when ikut yayah bunda

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(LETTERS: CARL TO ELLIE)

“My dear darling, my pen nearly ran out of ink sooner than I expected. So I decided to write, for you, and include the belongings from inside the home.”

Taking shelter in this house without moving even in the slightest, merely to await your return, a revolution of thousands of years seems reluctant to move forward. Yet you whisper through the wind that always embraces us, that this is not good for me. Now I realize; with them coming to me, I now understand my intention. Moving forward does not mean that I stop loving you, rather I love you with all the appreciation and achievements I have attained throughout this time. All the gratitude within my heart has been expressed. It always feels joyful whenever I remember you, my dear. (Alam, as Carl).

I eventually understood that if you choose to walk, my dear, let me walk beside you. Let us walk together along the corners of the city. My heart knows clearly that you are still there inside. I waited for you to come home—not with agonizing waiting, but with you as the softest part of my life. When you realize that your heart still wants me to keep you awake, then you should know this house wants you to feel included, even after all these years. There are many flowers we must tend to, just like the way you see me when you are coming home. My arms would wrap around you happily, my lovethy. (Audina, as Ellie).
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