The Boy Next Door

3.05 am and just finish baking for cookies order. Look what i found on my terrace this morning. A ball. The white one. I was so sure it must be from my neighbor. They have a son of the age 3. His name is Eureka Prischa. Khansa, my daughter, always play with him everyday. Just for ride a bike, play the tool mat, run everywhere and talk something which sometimes i really don't know the meaning. I just said it kid talked from planet language. Every morning i always find a ball on my terrace, Eureka so love much to throw it cross my house. So what Khansa and I do every afternoon are giving back the ball to him. His father just smile and laugh then say to me "Miss, it Eureka way to attract Khansa. The ball just a reason so that Eureka can play and see Khansa everyday". What a kid, i just grin so wide hear that. I have a daughter who only 2 years old, but can attract a 3 years old kid. It is really the bot next door. When just litle kid they will play without shame and shy at all but see later when they grow up, i think they will be shy to still that close. Oh Khansa ... hug ... Bunda Loves You

Until ?

1.48 am and heavy raining outside. Raining will go on maybe until March. For Chinese people it will bring more fortune, China New Year will come next Friday. Then for myself, raining leave many memories to remember. 

He, my dream no longer physically stay with me. But his trace still around me. He still place in this heart. 1 year ? maybe 2 or 3 years ? how about 5 years ? then how if 7 to 10 years ? until the rest of my ages ?. Who can guarantee i can be life longer than a year ? who can guarantee this body and myself still able to stay strong and stand with all the condition i have rite now ? 

If just only know, how this love. If just i am not his path, hope and wish are no longer mean. If just i create for him, faith will just meet. His eyes which i always remain, with stare his eyes and wordless the tears just drip slowly. Something which i can't say it again, the words that we already know since long. In many dreamed of him since he went away, i kept silent, just stared his eyes and dripped the tears. Let all this written tell what i feel.