Adolescence

Episode 40's

...Love To Two...

"Mom, fried noodles with one egg!" Said Rian while mesen food

"Hadeuh, which has not been paid, now want to mess again!" Said Bu kantini

"Aw Ma'am later also pay don't be tight dong saying I'm so embarrassed!" Said Rian while whispering to Bu kantini

"My feeling is there's something else!" Arya said in her heart

"Yes Lo who messen yes!" Answer Rian

"But all of you pay!" He pleaded with Arya

"She, it's my treat, already Lo's face don't Lo sweet-sweet already like a Korean artist Lo" he said

"Hehe, I'm a Korean artist from birth" Rian replied with a smile

Then, Rian accidentally cursed Ara's iced orange drink, as a result they storm. But in the midst of the conflict, it even brought forth the seeds of love between the two of them.

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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, nor 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 so lately I often write in my diary until one day I realize my diary is full of my curses, I have been, 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 taste 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.

"Ngapain the heck you've obviously sworn that drink to me" said Ara

"Sorry, I didn't mean it!" Said Rian who was confused when he spilled the orange ice belonging to Ara

"Quiet down!" Said Rian who then helped clean up the ice water spill and he accidentally nudged Ara's calf and then he was slapped with Ara

"What the hell Lo" GEPLAKkkkjkj!!! Ara's loud slapping sound was heard all over the school

SMAN 1 Bandung is not only the most famous High School with its students who are very diligent and also clever but also many of them who are among the jet set or children of the rich even so in their schools are not differentiated from one another.

"So you haven't done any PR yet?" Said Ma'am Guru while scolding Rian and Arya and finally they were told to stand in front of the class, but not only Rian but Ara was also in the law because they had not done PR

Teach me about love, teach me about love even when I realize that I am not for you but who you are to fall in love with me again. In a dream I met a handsome white riding figure who came to me with love and affection I approached him and then suddenly he disappeared like in the swallow of the earth, I don't know where the handsome male figure was, when I realized suddenly I fell out of my bed. And I heard the sound of the alarm clock that rang loudly and showed at six past twenty signs that I was late waking up.

"Geez, what time is it!" I firmly look at the alarm clock near my room drawer

"It turns out it's six o'clock past twenty, maybe I'm late to wake up" said I while in a hurry

Then I took a quick shower, and I used my mainstay style, which is the style of not brushing my teeth but bathing and also the style of grooming and using the fast scented oil.

"Even if it's not perfect for an important toothbrush, I'm beautiful with my perfume" I said

"Hahhhh. fragrant!" I said to breathe out my breath

Then I went downstairs to the road to my school.

"Eh Raisa you don't have breakfast!" Said my mother

"Later at school!" I said while running in a hurry

"Hmm, that kid" said my father, who was having breakfast

Distance can sometimes make a stranger, making a person distrustful of the power of love. The same cross you are, but you have not found a figure of His choice.

For me life is always black and white, happiness will always be directly proportional to sadness. We're just waiting for the time to take turns, aren't we?

And so with silence.

Today feels crowded, maybe tomorrow we will dialogue again with solitude.

Although in the crowd I still feel lonely, somehow lonely I feel without someone who can accompany me in this solitude, it does not feel like I have gone further and further I walk alone. My egoist feels that if I just complain without trying, somehow my pen scratches to the point where the black ink that I write on white paper has run out, inexplicably, everything I write corresponds to the journey of life in which the crying heart tells of every journey of the soft heart, although the time spoke in a soft tone while accompanied by the piano which continued to sound with melodunya like a melody that struck the heart. The clock's needle kept ticking towards the infinite axis with a full turn I kept asking myself, today whether it will be better than the days before or it will even give me a flurry of money actually leads me to the fear of starting a change.

"Hm... If only mother was still there" I said while stroking my chest

Back the rhythmic tone with melodious sayup sounding gurgling rain that fell drop by drop, I just remembered this early November where every end of the year must be rainy season, rainy season, I forgot to bring an umbrella when the train was almost at the station.

"How will I be rained and drenched" I said in my heart

While waiting for the train to arrive at the station, I saw my classmate Raisa.

"I think I know that girl?" I said in my heart

"Isn't that Raisa?" Unkapped

Um.

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