my novel: Prairie Songs ((chapter - 4)

Prairie Songs

my novel

Chapter Four

"Hello dear. Just woke up? ".
"Yes, mas (mas: a general call for men in Javaness). 're doing what now, mas? ".
"Was scribble, make a novel concept. "
"there is progress?".
"Only one chapter. what time is left for the office? ".
"At half-past seven. I go take a shower, ya mas. already six-thirty nih. have the spirit! ".
"Oke, is not this for our future?"
"Heheee ... bye, mas!"
"Bye darling".

I collated the papers that littered the floor. Eyes are getting heavy, since the dawn had imperceptibly almost three hours I was struggling with a pen and paper, trying to formulate an idea into a script.

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in solitude,
from the darkness,
from the bottom of loneliness ...  picture: from nationalgeographic

"Sorry, sir!. I am forced to wake you up. You'd better go home! Days have been late at night."

John stretched and blinked. A voice and a pat on the shoulder had to wake him. He checked his watch in his left hand, one in the morning. On dazed he returned to his knees, facing a row of candles that are now only just melted.

The officer can only be silent, he just stood there and let the man in front of him. However he was not bear to bother him, he knew it was a disastrous incident that really shook the American people.

John, patting the back of his coat, trying to clean up the dust before shaking hands with the officer who was standing beside him.

"Thank you for waking me, sorry I have made you bother."
"Absolutely not, sir. That it is my duty. "
"Thanks!", John tried to smile before walking away with slouching.

"Sir! ...."
John stopped walking.
"... Beware!".

John just shook his hand without turning around. With downcast he continues to headed for the parking area.

Evening pick up the morning without a spirit. the 'Dodge' was driving crawling and dozing over Pearl street. A moment later that car swerved to the right, creeping on State Plaza before turned left and disappeared in the darkness.

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