Letter on 17th the eight of the month 2020 years, on the large imigran carrier ship is trying to fight of the fate in The metropolitan city is their goals, Atlantic. The weather of tonight is friendly, slowly wind like a golden chariot carrying the princess to the wedding and the stars brighten the lamp in dance party. I open again my last letter from my brother. So worn and and crumpled, The ink even already disappeared. too old for a new letter was coming to me last week, i'm confident that the couriers was late or forget for delivering as soon as possible. It has been 3 years ago my brother was leaving me with the farmers. Orang tua kami sudah lama meninggal saat aku dan kakakku masih belum mengerti huruf dan angka, paman dan bibi petani yang merupakan teman baik mereka mengurus kami sampai kami bisa mandiri. Kakakku lebih dulu meninggalkan mereka, ia memutuskan untuk pergi dan mengejar cita-citanya menjadi seorang perancang bangunan ternama. Saat itu adalah saa
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