But the night grew strong the longer it went on and we were wrong to laugh and play while everything we had, faded into grey,then black and we realised it would not be back at the click of the fingers. Gemeresak daun tak lagi mengantarkan tubuhmu yang menguarkan wangi menyan. Wahai bapak dosenku, Adakah engkau menawarkan air di panasnya hati, Akankah kau menabur harum bunga di otak yang usang, Atau apakah rasa jemu takkan terganti?. Mak jadi sering menyuruh Jenarsih untuk memborong bunga. Buatkan sekarang juga.
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