A LOVE THAT WAS NEVER OWNED

OWN WAY

" said you love me but in fact you're still the same way Irfan" said Rama. accidentally we met in the hallway between the space OSIS and UKS.

" are you jealous?"

" yes I'm so jealous, I'm so sad!!!"

" really???" ask you sinia

" should I cry in front of you? will you hold me when I cry?"

" that's enough!!! will Irfan not be jealous if he sees us quietly like this meeting each other??" I'm returning the sewot

" i don't care!!! I love you, I love you first, not him!! he should have come to his senses and let you go!!"

" that's enough!!! I don't want to hear any more of your words"

" do you love her too?"

I did not answer it. I was furious to hear the question.How many times should I say that my love is only for him.

" you love her???, answered me!!"

I did not touch him.I just passed from before him.I saw anger shining in his eyes.

I threw my body in my lap. There was Dina who had sat first. I smiled at her.

" hi Din" I said to him.

" where are you from?"

" from the toilet" I lied.

" has the task been completed?"

" that's"

shortly the figure of Rama entered the class. he was so flat . not the least he glanced at me. I know he was angry.

" let's go home" Irfan asked

" just go first"

" is there something waiting?"

" no!!"

" why is Trus still here?"

" i want to be alone, leave me alone!!" my orders to him were very firm.

" do you really want to be alone?" ask Lulu who turned out to be behind Irfan.

I nodded in agreement .

" just Fan .give him time to make it for himself" said Lulu who already knew my heart.he dragged Irfan to get out of my class. now that I am alone and truly alone.I try to gather all my energy to just stand up and step.my whole body feels fragile, my heart and soul aches.my heart is filled with thousands of worries. I immediately stepped out. The atmosphere of the school was very quiet. lived a security guard who was still standing firmly in his place.

" you just got home? tumben himself!"

" yes sir wants to be alone"

I also passed from before him.

I breathed the air in the heat of the sun that was so stinging. I let my hair play the wind moved to and fro. I let the grass count my every step. I let this heart speak at will without having to pretend like I have been living in a mockery with Irfan. There is no story of Irfan about his poetry, about his short story about the singing race. there was a lonely stay that sank spoiled in every step of my way. I walked and continued to walk. enjoy the slimyness.

" it turns out good to be on your own" I murmured.

from behind I heard a faint sound - a footsteps that followed me. I did not heed it. It might be Irfan who was spying on my eyes . Or maybe it was Lulu who was worried because of myself. or maybe it was Rama????

" he hasn't been home with me in a long time" so good of my heart.I didn't let a glance at him, but my heart was eager to see who was behind me.

" don't let you be disappointed" forbid my heart anyway.There is a great debate in my heart between glancing at him or nothing.

until the intersection of the road I managed not to glance at him. I do not know who has been following me. I do not care. until arriving at home I found myself too tired.