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because of that wound.. (The Heartbroken Story)

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“Huftt!” I took a deep breath, leaning my back against the chair. I looked at the computer monitor again in front of me and I read once again the story I just typed. I've been busy writing for a magazine lately. Things I never imagined before. Never at all. Suddenly I remembered the man God sent to make me like this, remembering the wounds that made me like this.

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That afternoon, during a break at school. As usual, I spent a lot of time in the school library. It's still my early months in white gray. I did not know many friends at my school, let alone I came from outside the city where I went to school. I was reading a novel when a voice surprised me.

“Hey! It's yours, right?” he said, handing over a card, the card of my library members, which I was busy looking for these few days.

“I found it in this book,” he continued while showing the book he held, smiling, the book that I borrowed a few days ago. What a beautiful smile.

“Eh, yes, thank you,” I replied while taking the card.

“Sama-sama,” answered.

Our conversation continued until the bell rang. Of course the chatter with a soft voice, if you do not want to get a shout from Bu Parti, the perpus officer who is quite fierce. Salsa and I have been yelled at and punished for tidying up books for laughing quite hard while reading parts of the novel that we find funny. Salsa kapok and won't accompany me to the perpus anymore.

Rendra. I know it's his name. He's a basketball boy. Pretty famous in my school. He was also great in Physics, a boring lesson for me, because I was weak in this lesson. Perfect, said friends he is not only handsome but also friendly and kind. Many like it. It turned out that his class was on the second floor, it was only fitting that I rarely saw him.

“Nadh, busy huh?” greet Rendra one day while I was trying to work on Physics in the library. Rendra sat down in the chair next to me.

“Not really, just trying to do these things,” I replied.

“Difficult huh?” he asked with a smile, as if understanding my difficulties.

“Hehe, yes,” I replied grimacingly. Caught! My inner.

“You want me to help?” bargained for.

“Bby,” answered.

Rendra also patiently helped me work on those matters. It turns out that he is indeed good, not arrogant even though smart. The long time I knew Rendra, I admired her figure even more. Do I like Rendra? I don't know, he's too tall for me, he's active, cool, smart and popular. I am just an ordinary person. Rendra, he once advised me when I complained about my repetition, about me with all my flaws. Even Rendra would be kind enough to teach me when I got into trouble.

“The most important thing is not the value, but the science and knowledge that we get. What matters is that we've tried. God judges us by our efforts. Maybe we are weak at something, but that does not mean we have no advantages, God is Fair, we are perfect with the advantages and disadvantages of each of us, he said,” he said as I cried in the bus because my physical repetition was ugly even though I had learned all-out.

But the longer it was, the less I saw Rendra in the pylons. Where the hell is he? The next day I did not see Rendra. I miss chatting with him on the bus. A few days ago, I heard about Rendra. Classmates talk about it a lot. Who doesn't know Rendra at my school? The news I heard Rendra was in love! I was quite surprised to hear that. He's in love with the OSIS kid, good at physics too! Of course that guy wasn't me.

Today, I met Rendra at the perpus. As before, he greeted me and talked to me.

“Nadh, beautiful Sovie huh? Kalem again,” said Rendra spontaneously when he saw Sovie entering the library.

Rendra's words just made me take my eyes off me who had been reading the book since, so I followed by looking at Sovie. Rendra smiled and nodded her head at Sovie.

“I like the same Sovie,” he said rather shyly.

“Hey, already bell!” rendra said roused me from my daydream.

From that day on, I started to slack off to the perpus. I was lazy to meet Rendra, even though I knew I missed her, I missed talking to her again, I missed her eyes and her smile. I just don't want to keep expecting Rendra when at the same time she's expecting someone else's love that I'm not. Rendra is dating Sovie. They ate together in the cafeteria. Home together. My heart felt more and more watching him.

I have nowhere to tell you about this heartache, I can only spill it on my diary, spilling it in word form. Write and write about this hurt on Rendra. This time I wrote in a diary. Before, I didn't like writing much. I was too embarrassed to tell my friends, including Salsa, my best friend. My diary I made an escape when I had to forget about Rendra.

Until one day, “See this! You will get honorarium, do not forget the treat!” salsa said while showing an article in the school magazine.

Yours, Works: Nadhina Natasya. I read the writing in the magazine.

“Hah? When do I send it?” I said surprised.

“Hehe, sorry ya Nadh, I don't let you. Last month while playing at your house, I found your diary on the table when you were about to make a drink. I read it, I couldn't believe it was your writing. Since I haven't finished reading it and you're on the hunt, I'll take your book home. Then I'll take it back to your desk the next day. And I tried to send one of your articles to this magazine, and the results were loaded! You are talented,” said Salsa.

I became reminded of the words of Rendra first, we must have advantages.

“Sorry. Don't be angry yes,” continued Salsa again looking at me who was still silent.

“I'm not angry, thanks Sal,” I said with a smile.

At that time, I was getting excited about writing, I also began to dare to send my works to magazines. Although not everything is loaded. Some of my writing also began to decorate the school wall magazine. I started to get known in school for my writing. A story about a broken hearted person. But Rendra never knew about any of this, about my feelings. Once upon meeting in the perpus Rendra asked.

“Why you? How do I read your writings in the magazine in all?”

I just answered briefly. “I'm fine, Rend,” when it feels like I want to cry when I say it. But someday, I'll let him know about this wound.

I have been asked several times to represent the school to take part in a writing competition, even though the result I am not the best.

Over time my writing changed, not just gray writing anymore, I began to learn to write another. It turns out that there are many more fun things to write about than love, other than heartbreak itself. And the feeling for Rendra, I can forget about it as time goes on. Though the shadow sometimes remains present. I'm grateful to know Rendra even if I have to get hurt. When I graduated high school, I still learned to write, improving the quality of my work. I am happy to join as a writer in the Lingkar Pena forum.

“Nadhiin, there's your friend, son!” the call from Mom broke my daydream. This must be Salsa, today I promise to treat it from my writing honor. Salsa who once encouraged me to write and submit my works.

“Ya Ma'am, briefly,” I replied.

Before I shut down my computer, I looked at the end of the story I wrote, adding notes underneath.

“Greetings to Rend, thanks for the old wounds. I'm happy to be like this because of that wound.”

Story by: Dheea

Finishes.

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