Adolescence
Episode 29's
...Back To The Past...
"Rubber!" Reveal it
"Some know you're far away!" Say
"You are the one who convinced me!" Answer
"Everything you have to exercise often, do not play mulu" he said
"Hmm" he just pouted while sitting on the garden chair
"What the hell is it?" Ask
"It's okay!" He answered while turning his face
"You're so funny!" He answered while stroking his head
"What the hell" he replied as he let go of his hand
"Well, have a drink!" He said while giving a bottle filled with drinking water
Long time ago Ara and Rian went around the park while jogging.
"Morning kayak gini eat good porridge!" Say
"Huh we thought her mind ate mulu!" Rian
"That's what you are!" Said Ara while scowling
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Never the hell you like someone but only limited to taste and can never express it, he said, maybe you are afraid but actually also embarrassed if you have to face the same person you like so you just try to cover up your feelings and just be quiet and awkward or awkward if faced the same the person you like so you look like an absurd and strange person to expect. I am a poem of hope, of longing, of remembrance and of the past, of trying to forget but powerless, I can only hold memories and the past in the longing hopes I want to turn into reality. But I realize the past is still a past, it is not necessary to expect much from him if he comes back later his story is clearly not the same. So why does this heart not want to stop hoping, when it knows that the past has left it. And who leaves should not be pursued, right?.
Not the story of Romeo and Juliet whose story is written and also filmed, nor about the famous Rama and Shinta. Not a rich man, just an ordinary man, not a writer but just someone who wants to express every feeling through the verse of words and also ink scratches written with the heart and feelings.
The sweetly written annual temple of my love story with him that sits in the courtyard of love together with my heart that is always ringing with the whispers of his love so sweet, so sweet, indefinitely revealed but I can't say. I'm just someone who adores him in the distance, I'm just someone who tries hard to stay loyal to him even if I'm just behind the distance, don't ask me how I feel if you can't move on from the past that haunts you because it's so unfair.
The splashing sound of the rain rushing from the drops to the sound of a loud, not enough one but thousands of puddles of water swept over my shoulders and drenched me, not enough one, I just fell silent while letting every puddle of rain and also the boisterous sound of the wind blow fiercely on my face. I'm a nobody, I'm not the director who made my documented life journey into a movie. Even in the crowd I was still alone and feeling lonely, like there was only a firefly accompanying me in the silence. I'm just me and not him, let me keep this feeling at a distance because maybe you're not for me and maybe this feeling will one day go away on its own.
Not someone who is good at stringing words, not a psychic who is able to express words, not the predecessor who is able to say words, and not the painter who is able to draw words. Every despair paints a word, every thing provides information about the journey of life and every time will scratch ink about the meaning of happiness and also sadness. I'm just an ordinary person not a protagonist who deserves to be flattered and also not an antagonist who deserves to be made in the bully, not also a figure who just passing by, not just passing by, I am not a slang girl who is pretentious and also not a cool cool girl who is cool, I am not as romantic as Nicolas Saputra and also not as beautiful as Dian Sastro Wardoyo, this is not a story between Rangga and Cinta.
I don't know why I became a poetic figure when I was not a funny or romantic girl, and also not a girl figure who slang like noodles, not even a pretentious artist, not even a pretentious artist, let alone to be pretentious my quiet face might be considered a less friendly and not good at getting along, even though I really do not know anything. Why yes lately I often write in my diary until one day I realize my diary is full of my curses, the point is long at times wide is the same as either since when I became a romantic figure like a top pesinetron when in fact I am an ordinary and not famous person. Maybe it's not me if I don't have a taste, because every feeling will lead us to a love, or friendship like the story I wrote here. I don't know Lo want to read or not as bad as Lo yes the term bodo very, because from the first I did not like a lot of talk but once said a lot.
Not much to say, her beautiful lips closed and could not say words. I don't know what kind of person he is who suddenly comes and then suddenly he leaves, he makes me surprised because he met him after so long we separated.
He just fell silent but that does not mean he covered up everything, he just tried not to do something that looks stupid, especially in addition to his father who cares less about him.
"What do I mean in his eyes!" Yudha almost shed her tears
"Who is that?" Raisa said in her mind
"Hey you!" Call Raisa
Looking at the left...
"Why is that girl?" Yudha said in his mind
"Yes you!" Said Raisa back while approaching the guy
"I think I know you!" Say
"Who is it?" Yudha said while shaking his head
"Why am I so awkward!" Yudha said in his mind
"Romey? You're Raisa?" He asked like shock and disbelief because in front of him was a beautiful girl who suddenly hugged him
And behind the meeting of Raisa and Yudha, in the midst of their conversation was Ara and Rian who were jogging in the park.
"Ay, isn't that Raisa?" Ask Ara
"Which one is it?" Ask Rian
"That!" Said Ara while pointing towards the two couples who were hugging friendly in the park
"You're doing the hell with dating people!" Rian
"Eh who's eating, my people are also suddenly squirming them!" Answer is plain
"Yes it's like Raisa, but who's with her?" Ask Rian
"Where to teh!" Answer plain ara
"Goddessa!!" Rian
Let alone to save the taste, to speak only I am incapable, I am incapable and helpless to see it, he said, he who is spoiled and sweet also makes me always want to be with him but unfortunately he is my sister he is my cousin Raisa, I just remembered that Raisa lives in Bandung while I am in Jogja. I haven't been to Bandung for a long time because I'm not very close to Raisa, while Raisa's warm and caring nature makes me flattered.
The sound of the breeze, accompanied by the sound of birds chirping, as a shady tree leads me to coolness and happiness, too, not because I was able to forget for a moment my troubles but because I was happy to meet my cousin Raisa.
"Long time I didn't see you was big Sa!" Say
"You're also higher!" Answer
"I did not nyampe" he said lirih
Let alone to save the taste, to speak only I am incapable, I am incapable and helpless to see it, he said, he who is spoiled and sweet also makes me always want to be with him but unfortunately he is my sister he is my cousin Raisa, I just remembered that Raisa lives in Bandung while I am in Jogja. I haven't been to Bandung for a long time because I'm not very close to Raisa, while Raisa's warm and caring nature makes me flattered.
The sound of the breeze, accompanied by the sound of birds chirping, as a shady tree leads me to coolness and happiness, too, not because I was able to forget for a moment my troubles but because I was happy to meet my cousin Raisa.
"Long time I didn't see you was big Sa!" Say
"You're also higher!" Answer
"I did not nyampe" he said lirih
The light of the sun came up to me with a big smile I stepped.
"Where are you going?" Ask my mama
"You want school street ma?" Plain Aryan words
"You want to go to school and not have breakfast first?" Answer my mama
"Long time will not be hunted!" Say
"Just bring supplies!" Reveal my mama
"I'm like a kind of kid, I'm ashamed!" Answer Arya
"Ywdh with papa ajah!" Papaku
"No, papa is not in the same direction as me!" Aryan
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