A Trip To Your Heart

strong one for it is a best friend. I thought I would really just

own he was? Loneliness was visible in his voice earlier. Maybe that one triggers me to

an accompany him here since he needed stocks in his house whil

ught are very che

ir price tags. He shook his head as he confi

moner food,

red?" he asks. "Th

mmoner foods. Commoners like me can't afford high-class foods like what you use

several times, ab

live like a commoner, like me. And the first thing you have to d

" he gave me

s not that easy. You have

ustm

Dion is walking beside me,

not that easy, you need to choose cheap things but you h

ur

e since they're your stocks for a month or week, or whatever. Also for in canned foods, you need to check if th

the basics about commoners. On our way to his house, I'm still talkin

the cab stopped at a two-story house with a wooden fence and gate. Dion paid the cab driver an

led and let me to the set of sofa

lding on the wooden center t

side, a screen door that I assume, will lead you to the kitchen, and on the other side is a wooden stair that will proba

A painting of a girl and a boy, in a cobbled and noisy street facing each other, caught my attention. I narrowed my eyes

the

was wearing that day. Baby blue blouse, tight jeans, and doll shoes.

d h

lt a presence at my back and at the same time, Di

e after we accidentally

ainting as well while his hands are inside his po

painted it

two of the scenes I encounter each day. And if I am in my mood, I

. "Yea. It's beautiful. You

n remember some things clearly. But sometimes, I'm having a severe headache, espe

orrhage, he remembers things clearly, especia

his cupboards, the pancake powder, and other stocks that are not necessary to store in a refrigerato

this house has a big ref and several large cupboards for more stocks of foo

while cuddling up together, with lots of foods. Mom's favorite fri

. His best duo is fries and potato chips. Aside fr

rst Japanese food I ate because that was the first food I saw the moment we stepped out of the cab. I saw

so I bought one. I was six at that time. Mama and papa do not allow me to eat junk foods back then since I am sti

me for a coffee before I go home which I gladly accepted. He was the o

you l

lad because what I was thinking i

I love brewed coffee. It awak

lly, I just have to balance my drinkin

he heart since the brain and heart are connected. These t

It's already dark outside, but not as dark as the night. Street la

h a cab. He said that this is also his daily

talk about random stuff until I suddenly remember, he told me yesterday that we w

one. So, tomorrow, they will go with us," he said. I n

yeglasses?" I poi

ith the 'what-do

g. You are not wearing that yesterday and the first time

only part of my head that ache is this," he points the lower part of his forehead betwe

oo much light—especially ultraviolet, triggers brain bleeding. So, to

made me laugh. I bid my good day to him and so is he. Before the cab finally starts moving away, Dion wave

ou tom

still standing firm and manly, a smile plastered on hi

a painting, floating in the air and is always in front of my eyes. I didn't mind it f