The Hand

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My first waterfall was not really pretty because the water turned brown because of the rain and it looks smaller than I imagined.

"Yeah, it's prettier here," protested Mia while looking at my gallery.

"It was about the journey, not the destination," I explained.

"Yayayayaya," said Mia.

It was craziest journey I've ever experienced. I never thought that I went into the forest with strangers. I never dared to do this when I heard there might be snakes. But I made it. I have no regret to be there.

After took some pictures, the sky was getting darker and Agam said that we should return to Aklaya's house. Went back to the city before the sun really gone. On the way back to Aklaya's house, I asked Khatami to help me because the journey must be not easier than before. So, I just grabbed his right arm and he managed to use his right hand to hold the umbrella.

He was not only waited me but walk besides me. I hold his right arm strongly because I was losing my balance. I didn't wear any shoes but slippery flip flops. I almost fall when there were moss in the slippery stone and suddenly Khatami's hand grabbed my hand. His hand controlled mine.

He moved my hand from his right arm and held my hand instead. I tried to let his hand go after crossing the river but he still held it. Without I realise, I owned his hand. For my own.



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