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Aisle of love (Teens Stories)

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My college at C building engineering school. The gathering place of 2 young people. The first category is the fickle youth, long hair, shabby jeans, mousy face. The second category is geeky, glasses, kuper, and shy young men. Although there are fashionable and slang style. However, only one or two people could be found.

Me? I belong to the second group. Shy but not embarrassing.

To reach my college building, I had to pass through both other faculty buildings. Faculty of economics and faculty of literature. Faculty whose contents are fashionable and slang students. Especially the students are famous for being beautiful. I never had any interest in them, though. Not because I'm gay.. I'm not interested.

Different from the literature faculty which is unique. The appearance of literature students is simpler even including unique to me. More like engineering school. It's just that there are more girls in literature than in technique.

It was precisely at this faculty that I met a sweet girl. New student, semester 1. I know she's still 1st semester of the clothes she wears. She wears a white shirt and a long black skirt. Costumes that must be worn when the first week of lecture begins.

The beginning began to meet when passing in the connecting hallway between the faculty of economics and the faculty of literature. It was noon that day I was on the road. That day of college was noon. I saw the girl left behind by her friends who ran to the literature faculty to meet senior activists, they had to put together assignments. Unfortunately, the girl had not finished cleaning her things. Until he was abandoned by his friends.

I saw that he was in a hurry to clean up all his things. I feel sorry to see it. I know very well that if it is too late to face senior, he will get a punishment. And I know the severe punishment for being late to the task and facing the senior. It was the same as degrading the senior. When I passed the girl, her face was so tired, her eye bags implying that she was sleep deprived. A sweat flowed from his forehead towards his chin.

It was then that I realized my heartbeat was pounding hard. I glanced at. And.. The deg! The girl's eyes looked at me. There was a smooth and soothing swish as our eyes met. I hurriedly turned my attention to the campus hallway tiles. I'm shy. The leaflets of my heart grew louder as if the entire campus building was shaking feeling the force of this thump.

My eyes looked back at the campus passageway ahead. At the end of there I saw the seniors scolding the maba who were busy collecting their respective duties. A flash of my imagination loomed, what about that girl? He'll be late for the task. I can't bear to imagine her being scolded by senior.

I stopped the step. Thinking of choosing whether I should help her or not. Actually I prefer to heed the shadow of the girl and continue on my way to the lecture hall. But this heart does not feel like heart. Although I'm ashamed, too. I exhale slowly. I decided to help him. I told myself to turn around. I'll help him clean up his things. I spread my legs even though they were a little shaky. I'm so nervous.

Every foot I walk, every beat of my heart gets louder. Crazy, am I gonna pass out when I'm dealing with that girl? Ahhe.. That thought I threw away to remember when he was scolded by senior.

Without saying a word, I helped her clean up her equipment and scattered items. The girl stopped. Seeing me astonished. I pretended not to know if I was being noticed with a confused look. Never mind looking at it, just close to Gini is almost making me faint.

"No need, brother.. Let me do it myself." the girl said to me.

Without saying the girl's words I helped her still.

"Sister." he said while holding my arm.

The deg! I stopped beberes. My body seemed to be motionless at all. Only my heart was pounding as if jumping to and fro. The soft palm of my hand held my arm. I felt the warmth flowing from those soft palms touching my skin. Produce inward through the pores. Then it seeped into my flesh and blood stream. Flowing far through my heart. I was like being thrown over a high cloud soaring far into the seven heavens.

"Already brother.. No papa, I can still take care of it myself"

"I. that's senior, ka.. You su.. Already in.. Waitain.. Seniors. You-you're late... Later" strange, I dare to speak to this girl. Although stammered.

The girl looked down at the end of the hall and when I saw her eyes looking at the senior, her eyes spoke as if frightened. Soon I speed up some of his stuff. He no longer held me back from helping him. Not long after, we finished cleaning up the goods.

When it was finished, there was a gurat of confusion on his face. I was stunned, beautiful this girl in confusion, and somehow I smiled a little. He was confused, how he carried so much, alone...

“A..I know this ma'am.kan your own goods, i.ni no be...how per..equipment group, and. se...part belongs to your new te..man-te.man right?” my many a little stammered.

My nervousness disappeared after seeing this girl confused, I was no longer nervous. I'm even glad to see it.

“Em.. sister kumpulin just duty, I help take care of this equipment” I said. I don't know where the power I got to talk to him fluently. Is this what people mean by “The Power of Love”?

“But big brother is in college?” Ask her.

“Papa's not absent once, the ration is 3 times” I said assured him. “Let's late I remind him back.

“Good, Brother. Ask for help yes.” ask him to make my heart melt. It fell onto the campus tiles, seeped into the ground, become a strong root and then grow into a colorful love that adorns every step of my way every corner of the campus street.

The girl ran towards the B building. I just watched him from behind. Horse-punched hair unravels to the left and right. Arriving at building B, I saw him turn to me, smiling.

I forgot to ask her name. Asking his majors, asking where he lives, asking about his preferences, asking his place of origin, asking for his mobile number. Ahh. It seems like I'm too delusional. Yeah, I'm too fantasized about that pretty girl.

I just realized there was a rule that prohibits seniors from giving any assistance to maba during the introduction of campus. In order not to be suspected by the friends of the activists, I also moved the belongings of the girl and her friends into the campus garden. I hid it there and then I looked for a comfortable seat and waited for the angel of heaven to descend from the literary faculty.

Finishes.

SORRY IF THERE ARE SIMILARITIES IN NAME, ADDRESS, TIME AND PLACE. THIS STORY IS JUST FICTIONAL. DO NOT FORGET TO FOLLOW AUTHOR, LIKE, COMMENT A LOT, MAKE A FAVORITE, VOTE CAN ALSO. THANK YE.