MEMORIES MISSING TOGETHER WITH OLD

Fortunately, I am already adept at living alone, even in impossible situations. I have also made it a habit not to depend on others, but. I can't break away from you old man. Because only you can trust me. I even want to duplicate you!

Didn't I already depend my life on you? Not!! Don't say: I can't live without you behind me. I need your shoulder, your arm and also a glass of tea. In the past, we talked about absurd things. I can laugh amused. until you tell me that I'm not laughing but rather: crying.

Honestly, I do not know. I ask, why can you say I'm crying?

You're too tired, tired. How heavy are you carrying?

I laughed again - but the volume of my laughter turned to tremble. My chest is even tight. Why do I want to cry so much? At that moment also: I was so refreshed. And, you go let me.

I hate crying: because it can leave marks. The head hurts if my crying duration is too long. Especially chest, heat and tightness. My face immediately swelled.
My nose and throat: Ah. I hate crying.

Therefore: as long as I live, I always avoid anything that can cause me to cry. No matter what !!

(Sighs) Time flies by. That's too fast instead. I feel like yesterday celebrated the end of the year with you, old man. Now it is nearing the end of the year again. But, without there. And, that's so sad ..

And I also realized. A few more weeks. It turns out that we have been separated for three years. I want to die because I miss you !! You are outrageous, go away and without giving me any news at all.

My memory was thrown, and landed at the coffee shop, at five in the afternoon.
At that time I contacted you, I complained because the coffee was not tasty. It looks like the waiter is new. Because I also just saw it. So, he doesn't know the coffee size I usually order. You just laugh: You're too old, your voice sounds hoarse. I smiled a little. Given your age is approaching number eight.

Will you keep laughing at me? Come on, get ready and meet me.

You already know. When there is a call from me, it's a sign that I'm lonely. I need friends to chat, spend time with: walking, enjoying ice crem, reading books, eating noodles. You even have to scold me for drinking too much wine.
Just imagine, in a short time I lost you. Memories with you are fleshy. Because of my selfishness. Now I am sorry-sorry !!!
How much time is just wasted? Even my diary has been alienated with used goods in the warehouse. The blank sheet should be filled.
Because I didn't know what to write, I just abandoned it! Hopefully it can get rid of you in my mind: how can you lose it and ignore me. If the trigger is my attitude? I almost went crazy thinking about it !!

Coffee with a little sugar? You say it's not tasty? You just need to pour sugar little by little it tastes right.

Not. It still feels different from usual. It doesn't taste good on my tongue.

That's because it's not used to it. Don't depend too much on one taste. Unknowingly, you are already dependent on the person who used to make you coffee.

Hey ... That tastes! Don't match.

You need to learn a lot. Just watch, you even grumble when your coffee doesn't taste. How about your life? If it doesn't meet your expectations? You gonna protest?

I was stunned. You sip coffee. My brain continues to be covered by your sentence. I'm really confused. Am I really like that? I was not even aware of all that.

Now I'm the one asking, what makes you disappointed during your life?

You seem to think. With a deadpan expression you say: The death of my wife. The fact that I'm only alone .

You have me! Even though you just made me an adopted child. Before, I hated having a father. But, then I realized that there was no mother-I was looking for a father.

The burden you bear is very heavy. But, as long as we are together I never want to accept my money.

I do not want to depend my life. I can make money my own way.

Hahaha ... You said you don't want to depend on your life? You realize you don't, you're already dependent on my shoulder.

Already stopped discussing it. I want the taste of my coffee back. How about this?

Make it yourself. Until you get the pleasure. That will save everything. My time, your rest time, your money and other times. If you can find that sense of taste, I assume you passed the test.

Even I can't digest your words.

I wiped tears. Muttering: Old man, I've learned to make delicious coffee. And it works, you should be here. You have to try it. I put the mug. Walk to the laptop. Do you check for emails? I closed the laptop. Close your eyes: take care of him for me, God.