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Beyond The Surface :" My Journey; Story 2"
Story 2
The expansive sky gleamed under the clear afternoon sun. With my university lectures having concluded earlier than usual, I raced across the campus, heading for the internet cafe located opposite the dormitory. My heart thrummed with a vibrant energy, akin to a maiden experiencing the pangs of first love. My sole desire for the day was to engage in conversation with him, the one known to me as Viddo.
While "Viddo" was a playful reference to my favourite chocolate brand, his true name was Vlad, a biology student in his final year at a university in Russia. He affectionately called me "Kiddo," a moniker reflecting our dynamic where he served as a wise and protective older brother. Our friendship, a bridge spanning the chasm of distance and difference, from Indonesia to Russia, remained etched in my memory as a most treasured possession.
But what did he truly represent for me?
Viddo was the recipient of my first innocent infatuation, the first person I confided in with unwavering trust. He was the brother I never had, a patient teacher, and a dear friend whose memories resonated within me,...
The expansive sky gleamed under the clear afternoon sun. With my university lectures having concluded earlier than usual, I raced across the campus, heading for the internet cafe located opposite the dormitory. My heart thrummed with a vibrant energy, akin to a maiden experiencing the pangs of first love. My sole desire for the day was to engage in conversation with him, the one known to me as Viddo.
While "Viddo" was a playful reference to my favourite chocolate brand, his true name was Vlad, a biology student in his final year at a university in Russia. He affectionately called me "Kiddo," a moniker reflecting our dynamic where he served as a wise and protective older brother. Our friendship, a bridge spanning the chasm of distance and difference, from Indonesia to Russia, remained etched in my memory as a most treasured possession.
But what did he truly represent for me?
Viddo was the recipient of my first innocent infatuation, the first person I confided in with unwavering trust. He was the brother I never had, a patient teacher, and a dear friend whose memories resonated within me,...
