A LOVE THAT WAS NEVER OWNED

POEMS

This morning there was something unusual. When I reached the school gate Rama was not there as usual.I gave a look trying to find the figure he still nil.

" the tumben he wasn't waiting for me" I cried in my heart

" but nothing to get used to" comfort my heart.

I continued to move my feet towards my class. There was an unusual sight in the classroom.1b students who were present were crowding the blackboard.I immediately rushed into my class. I thought maybe there was some kind of announcement in the heart.

The deeeg!!! like there was a rumble of waves in the ocean when I saw what was on the board.

**YOU ARE LIGHT TO ME

WHERE DARK BECOMES LIGHT

THERE IS NO MORE TEMARAM

IN MY LIFE

KEEP DAY

RACKING

BE AGREES WITH YOU

MYJOYAW**.....

**I LOVE YOU**

I'm trying to guess who made all this?? but I can't answer it.

" asik dong mornings - mornings have sent poems . maybe from the opposite class of times" bima seduced me. he thought maybe Rama did it. because the class of Rama was opposite my class. for a moment I also thought if Rama did all this. let alone earlier he did not nodghol in front of the school gate.Is it possible he gave a surprise to me? could he do something new for me? again - again I can't answer.

" do you know or see who wrote all this? " let me speak to those in the classroom . but all silence does not answer me. The moment of silence in the classroom until the figure I always miss appears.I pick him up with my sweetest smile. " it must be him" I wrote in my heart. " Rama..Rama..kau it.why don't you say directly instead use all poetry" said I still in my heart with a happy feeling that can not be described with words.

but my happiness was lost for a moment when I saw the expression of the mama at the sight of the poem.it turned cold.A thousand grievances clearly in his eyes.then he just left me. without a word spoken from him, without looking at me again, he just passed by.

" oh, it's not him who made all this" I said so lethargic

" you're Meisya ..you're**** once, yes, you expect him to express his feelings for you "my grunts in your heart.

I was about to chase after Rama who had started to disappear from my sight.I wanted to ask him why he was angry, even though he was angry, why did he just pass by without greeting me I wanted to ask everything about his changed attitude when he saw the poem . but my footsteps were stopped by the presence of the first teacher in my class. I immediately deleted what was written on the board . I didn't want him to see it. I didn't want to be a gossip any longer.

During the lesson hours my focus faded out of nowhere. I couldn't concentrate.I just bengong , scrawled a notebook without any nonsense.

" be patient.later the hour of rest we seek Rama.." entertain Lulu.

" should we look for him?"

" have to be ,,!!! let everything be clear" said Lulu steady.

I agree with Lulu's statement. I waited for a break that felt so slow. In my mind I did not even think of who the poet was,, I thought about why Rama should be angry because he saw the poem. It seemed that the poem meant nothing because it was not Rama who made it. This is Rumiiiiiit