“You never changed,”
“You too”
As they were looked at each other face, after their jamaah pray. The white hair was all over his head and the crease of her eyes was getting thicker.
They had the dinner outside on the round stone table. It was a simple dinner. No words coming out from their mouth. It was just the food and the air.
“Come on”
“What song?”
They hold hand and started to dance slowly. It was the song, Che Vuole Questa Musica Stasera.
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He was holding the picture in his hand while the song played behind. She had lost the battle. It was 10 years gone.
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