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| comment | | "parent_author":"",<br>"parent_permlink":"airhawk-project",<br>"author":"fictionstory",<br>"permlink":"the-dead-soul-a444d4036fce3",<br>"title":"The Dead Soul..",<br>"body":"![image (https:\/\/img.esteem.ws\/oaupjqd0ll.jpg)\nI did not think,<br> love is still in my heart. I wish I had forgotten,<br> all of them,<br> until there was no trace of my story with him in the past. But,<br> the story will only temporarily disappear,<br> and still make the pain in my heart that is increasingly fragile and dead. I can not feel the taste again,<br> my heart has died,<br> died from too hurt. I want to live by myself. Love will only make my life miserable and miserable. Where should I treat this pain?\n\nWill I take the medicine if it also makes me sick. The love that has made me sick and love that can cure the pain. I do not know,<br> I do not seem to want to know what love is. He has made me hurt. The person I love so much,<br> my best friend,<br> is full of love but painful. Live,<br> love,<br> sick and die.\n\nI am like a dead person. I can not feel anything. My mind is empty somewhere. Who has locked me up and locked me up in this magnificent Palace? The love palace has locked my soul and heart. The love that comes will go after me. My life has been destroyed into dust. This pain I will bring to death. Where are those who used to love me? In the name of love. Where?\n\n\ufffc\ufffc\ufffc\n\nHow happy my heart is,<br> when I feel the love of love. The feeling that made my heart flower and fly soaring in the sky. Really,<br> I never felt the taste that made my heart tremble great. Nostalgic,<br> nervous and unhappy happy. Sometimes I laugh happily,<br> sometimes I cry sobbing. Sometimes I get excited,<br> and sometimes I'm weak and helpless. There is no power in this body. Just silence,<br> thinking about something and my mind is not working for anything else.\n\nMy encounter with Rehan,<br> made me fall in love with her. A love that culminates in deep pain. When two hearts hurt me from different angles. \"Apparently,<br> you like Rehan. Why do not you say? \"Ask Hesty.\n\"I'm ashamed,<br> Hes. Anyway,<br> he's ignorant .. \"I said.\n\"It's you who are ignorant. Yesterday,<br> when he called you,<br> you even died. Why? \"Ask Hesty. I just kept quiet.\n\nI had no idea if I could meet Rehan. The meeting was planned by Rehan and Hesty. They already know each other. I know Rehan as he is returning books in the library. But alas,<br> I did not dare look at him,<br> the juice,<br> happy and scared. I do not know,<br> I can not say how chaotic I felt at that time. And I was happy with the meeting. A meeting that shocked me. When I met and sat together,<br> I did not dare to look at the person I loved. I wanted to look at him,<br> but this face was reluctant to look up and turned to look at him.\n\nHe just kept quiet and occasionally asked me to speak. That's where my relationship with Rehan started. But I do not feel anything special in this relationship. There is no definite resolve between me and him. He showed no reaction whatsoever. To me,<br> Rehan is a chameleon that can change color. Sometimes he is sweet and caring for me. He showed his love and attention. But sometimes he just ignores me and lets me down. I was confused about the game. Unaware of him,<br> I have kept a deep love for him. Why is he playing with my sincere feelings.\n\nNever mind,<br> you wait. He just needs the right time to say it. \"Hesty said.\n\"He's very confusing. I've given her attention and show that I like her a lot. But he sometimes makes me fly and sometimes makes me fall. But I love her so much. I love him,<br> Hes .. \"I said.\n\"Yeah,<br> I know,<br> he's the first person in your life ..\" Hesty said.\n\nI can not seem to live without it. But,<br> the relationship did not produce any results. He did not declare his love either. Until I was confused and angry about his attitude towards me. His attitude is always playing with my feelings. When I got tired of his attitude,<br> he always approached me and did good to me. She sms,<br> phone and take a walk. But,<br> he just use me to entertain the emptiness of his heart. I'm so easy to play with.\n\nI left and did not want to see him. I was too hurt by him. The expression of my love for her is only rewarded with ridicule.\n\"You do not know how to be a girl.\" She said to me. Crushed,<br> crushed my heart. I sacrifice everything,<br> my life and my accomplishments. All went missing somewhere. Lost with that love. There is no passion and excitement to live again. The experience of tasting the sweetness of love first disappeared and left a deep wound. What a painful experience.\n\nMy confusion led me to string a word,<br> as the outburst of anger and the heat of love in my heart. A book that witnesses the destruction of my feelings. A book that became myself famous. In fact,<br> Rehan might know what I actually wrote and who I actually blasphemed as an evil man in a novel that many people loved. Stripped notebooks,<br> crumpled and faded writing. Because when I write it,<br> my tears can not hold me. Until he poured profusely from his hideout.\n\nIt was through this book that a best-selling novel by Hanifa was born and made her famous. Who would have thought,<br> a novel filled with hatred,<br> resentment and anger that overwhelm it much loved by everyone. Only me,<br> Rehan and Hesti know behind the novel. \"Love and Betrayal.\" A novel that recounts the pain Rehan had ever made. Dah Hesty is my best friend,<br> who has betrayed me and played love with Rehan behind me.\n\nI am Hanifa,<br> the famous author who is full of mystery in his life. The novels are very mysterious and explode in the market. A writer who is known to be friendly,<br> kind and polite,<br> but vengeful to the person who has hurt him. He can only pour through writing. It is hard to see the meaning behind his novels. Love and Sick that has made him famous and rich.\n\n\"Mbak Hanifa,<br> ask for his signature,<br> dong.\" My fans are surrounded me.\n\"He was for a moment,<br> yes.\" I said as they pressed for signatures and even shook hands with me.\n\"Be patient,<br> yes!\" I say calm them.\n\"Mbak,<br> tell your story to be able to make a novel as good as this,<br> Mbak!\" They said. I just smiled.\n\nSuppose they know,<br> a novel filled with pain. If I want,<br> I want the story in the novel is not the bitter and painful experience I feel in my life. If I can choose,<br> I will write down the bitter experience and pain experienced by others. So I did not feel the pain. Maybe this is the life I have to live. The scenario I have to live at once. In the novel and in the Real World. Who would have thought,<br> if what is contained in the novel is a story of pain in my own life. They just know,<br> I live to be famous with the novel,<br> rich and full of achievement. But,<br> they never know,<br> my life is fragile and crumbling. My soul has died to be able to taste what love is. The pain given by Rehan and Hesty's betrayal drove me to pieces.\n\n\ufffc\n\nThe demand to keep writing makes me stressed and confused. My soul and mind are still in pain. A famous writer who always lived aloof. Many people ask me why I'm not married yet. And choose to stay away from the city crowd. Life is preoccupied with writing and writing. The story he wrote never ceases to be happy. Characteristic Hanifa,<br> is very phenomenal. I just wanted to die. Leave the story in the novels. They never knew behind the novel. I am the main character. They are just lovers of the pain and bitter story of my life. They never knew of my position as the lead author and actor. My soul is really dead. I want to leave as soon as possible. Go and go.\n\n\"This novel will be Hanifa's last work. There will be no painful stories that I have torehkan. I mean nothing living in this world. Love has made my soul die so I can not feel the love again. The story of the death of the novelist handallah who will become a new story,<br> and who knows who will write it .. \"I said last. A knife lying beside an apple,<br> I grabbed it and I scratched it on my left arm. Instantly,<br> my wrist is surrounded by a red and thick bracelet,<br> flowing profusely.\n\nNow,<br> there is no longer the novelist love Hanifa. He has gone and left a deep sorrow in the hearts of his fans. Her heartfelt story,<br> and her mysterious death. No one thought,<br> if his life was destroyed by the love and betrayal of his best friend. During this time,<br> he only lived solitude to write the story of sadness and the pain of life that he experienced. All did not expect the famous novelist to be gone and keep many secrets in the novel and real life. His work has broken up already.\n\nAnd now,<br> the story of his life becomes a new story with the presence of new writer-writer. The story of his mysterious death is the new story. Maybe now Hanifa has calmed down with the ending of the story she must experience in the novel as well as the real world. Now he has lived in his new world. But,<br> forever,<br> he will remain alive in pain,<br> resentment and anger that will be visible and visible in his works.\n\nDone",<br>"json_metadata":" \"links\":[ ,<br>\"image\":[\"https:\/\/img.esteem.ws\/oaupjqd0ll.jpg\" ,<br>\"tags\":[\"airhawk-project\",<br>\"fiction\",<br>\"busy\",<br>\"untelented\",<br>\"nigeria\" ,<br>\"app\":\"esteem\/1.5.0\",<br>\"format\":\"markdown+html\",<br>\"community\":\"esteem\" " | | comment_options | "author":"fictionstory",
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