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"Spring days and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. she breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. it was only yesterday she gas thought with a shudder that life might be long" _ Kate Chopin, the story' of an hour. Adakah yang lebih indah dari semua ini. disana, ditempat itu, tempat yang menjadi saksi bisu kebahagianku. bukan gedung kuat nan kokoh, bukan pula istana megah bak kastil yang selalu buatku merindu. bukan itu, tetapi cerita cinta nan indah yang selalu memberi kehangatan bagiku dan ingin segera berlari menyembunyikan diri didalamnya. karena rumah tanpa cinta itu bukanlah rumah. itu sama halnya seperti gedung tanpa jiwa, terlihat kokoh diluar namun rapuh didalam. Dan aku kembali, tidak ada yang lebih indah dari semua ini. aku menatap sejenak bangunan