A Girl Staring at the White Wall

-a very short story-

A garden with conspicuous flowers,

She is always want it.

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That night, she is staring at the white wall, the one in her room which pervasive her own conceits. She remember his laugh that evening. She can smell his sweat after that fight. She wondering where he is now. She is crying.

In her obscuring minds, his silhouette is incessant. His head, his neck, his arms. She wants him back.

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Mr. Fendi is a tough father. He always has the indestructible burst. He never wears jacket or pick an umbrella. He is stern, he is so obdurate. He almost like a lunatic when he read his favourite poetry or argue with someone about something he wanna talk about.

And he loves his only one daughter, vigorously.

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Sheila cook some meals for Mr. Fendi : a box of fried rice with eggs and broccoli. She hopes her dad will win this round. He is smile to Sheila and say that the fried rice is delicious. She is so happy and promise will cook meals everytime her dad compete in that prize ring.

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She watching her dad’s suffer everytime he get beating.

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Her solemn affliction,

Conjures up her pretentious infancy,

illuminated by her dad’s revelations.

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Sheila hates fried rice with eggs and broccoli.

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In that memorial park,

Sheila feel palsied,

And she read Mr. Fendi favourite poem : The Song Of The Wreck by Charles Dickens.

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Then she write something on her father’s gravestone :

“Papa, you are my beautiful garden papa. I love you.”

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On the white wall,

Sheila look at her garden with conspicuous flowers :

Her father.

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(Fildzah Izzati)