Dada Terasa Ada Angin Romane & Geschichten

lanjut Syahra cemas. "Aku ... aku gak apa-apa. Mungkin pengaruh AC terlalu dingin, ditambah di luar cuaca mendung." Zie melontarkan alasan yang bisa diterima akal sehat, agar Syahra tidak mencurigai keadaan yang sesungguhnya.

It is the middle of summer, and it is expected to be hot even in the evenings. But the temperature that night was lower than usual. The wind is blowing steadily and refreshingly. When the wind blew directly into Eliza’s face, it was as if it had blown away the stifled annoyance in her heart.

“I have to go broke...” As she close her eyes, she feel the lightness that she feeling at the top of the moutain, when she feel like the ravaging fog poured aside, she viciously jump as if seeing a cliff of hope for fthe first time. Before she knew it, the vicious wind blows in an unbelievable speed. The air makes it more easy to breathe now as if the inside of the vicious wind is a gentle place to find release.

DREAM OFF ** Startled by the howling wind that breaches the open doors, I jolt awake. The room is bathed in an eerie glow from the moonlit night. Anxiety courses through me as I sit up, searching for Liam in the shadows. To my dismay, his side of the bed is empty... The wind whispers through the room, and the billowing curtains add a surreal touch to the silence. A sense of foreboding tightens my chest as I rise, shivering, to close the windows. The night air is chill, but the coldness seeping into my bones is more than the absence of warmth.

I smiled and said realizing, “I forgot to check the tide table but I’m sure the tide is now going out.” We made it down and I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. I dashed forward and leaned into the wind. Arms spread wide, the waves crashing nearby. My hair braid blowing in the wind. Raw and wild the wind screamed past me. I loved it. It was like getting a pure infusion of life when the wind was like this. My eyes closed as I soaked it all in. It was perfect. I knew that he was here and that was all that mattered. I sighed happily.

Cade expertly navigated the busy roads, deftly maneuvering around slower vehicles and changing lanes with ease. I sat in the van, the wind whipping my hair around my face. The window was open, and I could feel the cool breeze on my skin, invigorating and freeing. I felt alive at that moment as if all my worries and fears were left behind. I was weightless, unburdened by the worries of the world. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. I felt my heart racing with excitement, a sense of adventure coursing through my veins.

Four days later Ada closed her eyes, letting the sweet air travel into every part of her body. Dry season had parted ways and now they were kicking off for the first time into raining season. Her stomach was lifting and something she didn’t think she would ever feel in her life time walked into every part of her mind. Peace.

___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 00am I felt like paper…paper in the wind. I was not in control anymore , no matter how hard I fought – no matter how hard I tried to regain control , it was useless. I felt the wind blow through me , yes! I felt like a colander as the wind tried to embrace me but fell from my arms and blew right through me. I wonder to myself , why did the wind feel so weird against my skin. Then…I saw it!

My eyes began to tear up as I experienced the sensation of the wind completely rearranging my hair. Painfully, I whispered something to the effect of, "I kept on worrying what would happen to my life if both of you were alive." I've been standing here for far too long, and when I said "directly" in the last sentence, I didn't mean that the sun has been hitting my skin for the past several minutes. The weather is beautiful, and the wind is blowing strongly enough. It is not unbearably hot, but rather warm enough for people to venture outside.

I heard it slice through the wind and then pierce the wood of the wheel, just below my right armpit. Carter heaved a sigh of relief when Ayame stopped the wheel and saw his dagger was mere millimetres away from cutting my skin. Next, Ayame called for Miguel and spun the wheel again. There was no hesitation at all; the dagger slipped through the air like a hot knife in a block of butter and landed inches from my right cheek. The wheel stopped, but Miguel, confident in his aim, was already walking away with his blank face.