When the Noon Fall in Love with the Night

What people used to call "bad day" is what I experienced yesterday. Everything goes off the track and God seems to be on a roll of failing every single of my expectation. Nothing I plan went well and the unplanned always something chaotic. Waking up late while I had to have an exam starts my day. The exam was hell of an exam and I only managed to answer 2 out of 8 questions. The ATM loved my ATM card too much and won't let it out. Got a flat tire when I was going home, and many other mess.
Sick of the world that day, I found an empty lot in front of a small man-made lake near my campus. I couldn't careless on the world that day so I went ahead and lie there, dozing off. If someone stole my stuffs or I woke up on a secret chamber with my memories alternated, I will think of that as part of the "bad day" series so I didn't care.

The beautiful picture is taken from here

I woke up thinking not to ever doze off outdoor anymore-the bug-bites itched like hell-. But the sight I saw that time makes all the chill and bug bites I had from sleeping outside worth it. It was dusk when I woke up. The blaze of the sun fades away on the horizon, leaving trails of yellow and orange and red, blending with the dark blue of the night that would come. The bluish, reddish cloud hung on the sky, while burning sea of amber complete the painting God has made every end of the day.
It took me one whole bad day with nothing goes right, and 4 hours of sleeping outdoors with chilling wind and bugs sucking off my blood, to be able to appreciate such beautiful sight that actually available everyday.

Gaze at The World and She'll Gaze You Back

World is the reach of your five senses. Everything that comes to exsistance in front of you and you believe on, exsists and is in your very own world. That is why each people have their own world that is different from other people. Each person sees something from different light and places because precisely everyone is different from each other.

My world during childhood is a big dome of safety zone where strong society control and simple life of a countryside protect prevent me from going wild or taking the ‘wrong’ unusual turn on the many crossroads of life. I developed a big fear of mistakes from growing up watching my two rascal brothers doing everything they want and got scolded for all their broken motor cycles and night sleepovers. I became rather careful and sly in covering up and acting good in front of my parents so I was safe from the scolding. But then later it developed into some kind of guilty complex that makes me up until now unable to freely doing mistakes without being extremely frightened by the thought of making one. 

'Persona' guards everything inside

Back to my past though, Fate always have her way in finding a way to send me some twists and turns. I met my first hobby at a book store, in the form of Doraemon comic books my brother get after wailing and flailing in front of the book store one day when we (my two brothers, me, and my mom) was shopping at the traditional market nearby. After that I really enjoyed reading comics and by the time I was in Junior High School, I already began collecting comics of various genres and age range. My world of comics grew wider as I knew more about it through the internet. I was a net geek back in my second year at Junior High School and that was when I met with my second obsession, back when arcade games and Playstation rental was booming in my small town. My two brothers dragged me to game centers, letting the little girl that is me enjoying the world of gaming and wonderful graphic of the two dimension. I fell even more to the world of imagination then with comics and games (and several animes that was popular back then) and the internet is another link that widens my world.

The day I put my hand on the mouse at that one public internet, my safety zone was torn down and I found the wonderful world of imagination from my love to comics, games, and animes leads me to a deeper world of those via the internet connection. I wrote fanfics, read articles and stories, I came to contact with people from various places even outside the country, I got my motivation to learn English so I could browse the new world I found even more, and got my mind broaden up from the various stories from those comics and games be it fantasy or real. I didn’t realize it back then but I was becoming an observant girl enjoying how various theory and philosophy I found through  books, comics, and anime were rightly applied in the real world. I was fascinated by that and started to like analyzing people through their own point of view, trying to understand the feeling of various people.

That was mostly how I have been living up until know. Observing people, checking reasons on why some people do this while some of them do not. Rooting up the reason for certain event or some problem happened on people, and trying to find out how to solve it without hurting either sides too much.
I learnt the two most inspiring quote in my life: ‘equivalent trade’ and ‘too much is as bad as too little’ both from my hobbies of watching and reading. I’ve been pretty much living my life up until now from those two quotes, and been fascinated all the time it fits perfectly for various situations whether it  has to do with me or everybody around me. Been pretty skeptical secretly for those who said ‘life isn’t fair!’ and complaining to God and World for the misery that actually they bought themselves, but sometimes hating myself for thinking such villainous thought when people are actually suffering and needs help.

My world is now a big drama stage. I am outside the stage, watching while screaming, laughing, frightened, and crying as the play turns from good and heartwarming scene to gory and gloomy scene of misfortunes. From time to time I would be bought up stage, feeling the joy and sorrow of life first hand and I would then quickly return to my seat, watching while screaming, laughing, frightened and crying as the film of Life keeps rolling on, and as my time at the ‘theater’ runs out year by year.

DPC SideStory: Morning Glory (13+)

My ero work. It's smut and straight. Don't like, don't read

Claimer: Notice the difference. It is Claimer, not a Disclaimer. Because all the characters and settings here are all my own. Jillian Leonhart and James Brokelagoon (Jambrong) and all the Dark Peace Chronicle are the property of mine. Copying and using each element without notice or permission will not be tolerated.

Morning Glory

by Bocah Ngapak Keminggris (Jill)

Jill woke up on a soft, fluffy bed. "Hhhhnnngghh~" she wanted to stretch her arms back but couldn't. Her consciousness returned slowly and she could later feel strong arms bind her waist and shoulders each. She also could feel a head on laying on her back. Soon, soft snore could be heard. Jill froze for a while, then she could feel her face heating up when she recognize the feel of strands of hair on her back and the soft mumble of familiar voice. 

She tried to struggle away, the grip got stronger. The head on her back snuggled on the nape of her neck, as he mumbled, "Stay still you Glasses... 5 more minutes..."

Jill felt like fainting on the spot. She didn't have the time nor the sanity to think up any possible scenario that end up with them in the same bed, sleeping, let alone having the blue cowboy hugging her like a pillow. Jill already loose the sense to think as her brain was too focused on feeling the skin contact they made. Her face was incredibly red she afraid her nose would burst out blood. 

"Ja... mbrong..." she tried to pushed herself away from the melting grip but could not summon enough strength to do so. 

"Shhh..." he hiss and forcefully turned her head back with one of his hand, facing him. 

The sight of him, rising one eye-brow and biting back a laugh seeing her panic face makes Jill blush even darker shade of red. "What's that look for?" he whispered, voice husky from the last night sleep.

Jill could not stand the pressure anymore. She covered his face with a palm. "Don't stare at me!" she snapped breathlessly.

Then Jill could feel his lips stretched to a very rare playful smile, and then he licked her palm.

Jill yelped and draw back her hand automatically, to face his prying sharp jade eyes, currently half opened. 

"And why can't I stare?" he emphasize that by sending an even more intense stare at her face while closing in on her slowly.

"Wh... why do you want to anyway??!" She put all her remaining sense and strength to push him back, but he react really fast.

As she pushed him and struggling back, he leaned forward and trapped her between his arms and the headboard of the bed. Victory smirk on his face sent shiver down Jill's spine. Both of fear and excitement on what will he do next. 

"Do I need a reason to stare?" he asked.

"You need a reason for everything!"

"Well, then I want your reason for not wanting me stare at your tomato-face."

"Be... because I want to that's why!" she closed her defense by burying her face on her knees.

"Well then... that's my reason too, you Glasses..." she could feel his hand caress her head and her hearth thumping hard because of it. 

"Stop that!" she snapped as she shook his hand off her head.

"...  Ck... You don't want me do that too... then, what do you want me to do?" Jambrong is slightly annoted.

Jill lifted up her head a little and staring at Jambrong from her barrier of dark bangs. "Explain why we end up in the same bed."

Again, Jambrong rose one eyebrow, but this time of pure confusion. "Why we shouldn't?"

Jill blushed deeper again, "I asked first so you should answer, not asking back!" she said, hiding back between her knees.

She heard him sighing. "I don't know are you trying to play "50 First Date" or something else but, well, we just return from our wedding ceremony three days ago and is now in the middle of our honeymoon. So unless we had a big fight last night or one of us make each other mad enough to not wanting to share a nice and warm fluffy bed together, it is very normal to sleep in one bed..."

Finally that was too much for Jill. She fainted. And when she woke up staring at bunch of leaves, with the flickering light of the bonfire in the middle of the usual trio, at an opening in the middle of the forest, Jill scrambled out of her sleeping bag and grabbed Jambrong's shooking it violently. The young farmer popped out slowly and annoyingly glare her. 

"What the heck--"

"Are we married?!" Jill cut whatever he was going to say with that critical question.

Jambrong need to cleared his throat before answering, "Not ye... ... ... No..."

Jill sighed and scrambled back to her sleeping bag. Jambrong left wide awake for the rest of the night, trying to get rid of the crazy idea that the Glasses girl just made up out of nowhere.

The End

A/ N: Yappari My fanfic author soul is still alive... I couldn't help but making side stories or alternate work of my own work... And these two is so fun to tease on~ Nywwaaaaww~