Romans & histoires Stay With Me Bahasa Indonesianya

(Passing by the edge of the cold winter) Dasi bomnari ol ttaekkaji (Until the days of spring) Kkot piul ttaekkaji (Until the days of flower blossoms) Geugose jom deo meomulleojwo (Please stay) Meomulleojwo (Please stay there a little longer) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Oh baby ! You are MINE to keep now. I am never gonna let you go now. Never ever. I promise !

“Ikak ni diem-diem nek nyari' tunang ka yang selingkuh, ok?” I was surprised and turned to the brash person who made my heart almost over. After making sure Gran was still chatting with his friends—now sitting cross-legged on the ground—I looked back to the side and glared. “I don't speak Bangka!” I said curtly. I tried to ignore the word “selingkuh” which sounded the same as “cheating” if interpreted in Indonesian.

I ask myself. "Umm...no." "Hmm..." I look around the room for inspiration. The red ink stands out to me. Stay? Could that fit? I want to run far, far away To a place where I feel I can’t stray Stay somewhere I feel welcome And not like an outcast Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please... stay?' And just like that, with the one word the poem completed itself, it became whole , it was finished, it's own living and breathing entity of words and letters and deep meaning.

I will burn the world to keep you. "Melisa! come back here, I will be good please, I will really do my best to love you and care for you." She shook her head, trembling, her voice breaking with terror. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed, eyes wide with fear. I stepped forward, desperate, unhinged.

“Stay with me.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised.

Jealousy “Hi, Honey. Don’t you miss me? Why haven’t you contacted me?” Stevani’s voice came from the other end of the call, speaking in English. Hearing Stevani’s voice, Bintang turned her head away and looked out the window, as if refusing to listen to Langit’s conversation with the woman on the phone. “Sorry, I’m in Indonesia right now. Once I’m back there, I’ll definitely see you,” Langit replied.

Make my dreams come through Take my hands and walk down the walkway- With me I'll be the most beautiful that day I'll leave my most vow; I'll be here forever Forever with you, for you But why won't you come through I'm afraid but I'll be true If you don't come through, baby I swear I'll come to you, darling There's this dream I've been making, this promise I had made I'll never let go Why don't you just get this You're my mate_ meant to be, With me, me, me All I want is you to stay... With me But it seems like it'll never happen Just tell me, Why won't you stay?

“Stay with me.” ***

Soft yet cold. Before I could say anything, he spoke. “Stay here.” What! My eyes widened at the words as I shook my head. I can’t just stay in anybody's house just like that. “No I ca-“ I couldn’t complete my sentence before he walked out of the room. Leaving me confused and shock. ••••••••••••• I shocked like being in a hostage inside this room. Though my condition is far far better. I got food again for lunch, and this time it was a different lady. I asked her about the person and sweet Jesus I didn’t even know his name. She didn’t answer.

"Stay with me. Please stay with me." But I could feel her slipping away.