Gadis kecil itu berdiri mematung, menatap dari belakang punggung tegap seseorang.
Ia menatap apa yang dia bawa.
Balonnya. Kuning.
Pergi....
Ia menatap apa yang dia bawa.
Balonnya. Kuning.
Pergi....
Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works. - Virginia Woolf.
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