Adolescence

Episode 41

...Classmate...

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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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.

"Is Lo happy?" I don't know just words written with question marks, not firmly not elegant. Just want to be someone who is as special in front of him, even though I am not a perfectionist who deserves to be flattered. I'm being selfish, he shouldn't be a part of my life story when he's not a part of it. My move is stopped but I don't want this to be just a story about me and him, in fact now there is not only me but also there is him.

Actually, I am not happy if I just keep quiet without reprimanding him, but I am helpless because I see him also looking at me and then with a sweet smile in front of me.

"Didn't I see wrong?, it seems like he looked at me and smiled sweetly" I said

"Eh, you think I know you?" Said Raisa while thinking to remember the face of Arya who is innocent and innocent

"Aren't you Arya?" Ask

"Yes, hmmm you?" Actually I know who he is but I pretended not to know because I was ashamed anyway I became GR-an wriggled his sweet smile

"I'm Raisa, when you forgot me?" Raisa said with a sweet smile

"Owh yeah, I just remembered" I said plainly

"You're funny" Raisa said with a laugh

"Your smile is sweet" said Arya

Then Raisa blushed in embarrassment.

"Why be awkward moment gini when we talk again but really awkward" said Raisa in her heart

"Ehmmm" Arya pretended to cough

"Owh btw, did you bring Sa's umbrella?" Ask me to melt the mood

"Owh I brought it" he replied

"Can I be together?" Ask me

"Owh yes with yuk!" Raisa answered while taking an umbrella

And finally Arya and Raisa enter the school gate while holding a pair of umbrellas

"This is why Arya became...." Raisa said as the two of them accidentally touched each other's hands

"I'm sorry" said Arya

Then they arrived at the class and the two of them did not talk anymore.

"Whoever, what I felt and what I experienced, my body stiffened and trembled, unable to speak..." Aryan

"He's why?" Raisa said in her heart

"Sa, why?" Ask my friend Wulan

"Owh eng.that's okay" I replied

Do not whisper, it sounded in the silent sky the footsteps of someone walking. I looked to my right and left, like someone was watching me just trying to pretend I didn't know.

"You're selfish Ra!" Rian

"It's far away from me" Ara said as she let go of Rian's hand

A journey of life when you try to forget every past that has happened but what you experience is when you see the figure of the person in front of your eyes turns out to be nothing but is a different person than you know.

I'm not an option, but I can't choose either. It's not fair to me, but it's crossed every line in my life. I'm trying to forget every single thing in my life, I can only try to forget every single problem in my life.

"What are you doing here?" Ask Raisa

"Owh you Sa, who am I!" Answer me

"Do you like to read books too?" Ask again while looking at the book I read and it turns out...

"Ehhh, yes" I replied

"But why reverse the book?" He was surprised to see the book I read turned upside down

"Owh this was unintentional" I replied nervously

It was the first time I fell in love with her but I realized it was not just a monkey love or a taste that came and then suddenly appeared and suddenly left, there are times when I have to introspect myself not only because I am a person we are romantic but my attitude that sometimes likes to tremble if too close to girls.

"Why are you, yes?" Ask as she approaches me

"En.no... Kok, eng.why-why not!" Answer me nervously

"It's like this is stammering again!" Reveal it in my mind

Love can not be expressed in words, when you start to love maybe you will try to keep the taste even though you realize, that your affection for it may suddenly change.

"Where are you going?" Ask again

"A.anu.a" I replied trembling.

"Anu?" Ask Raisa

"What the hell, not clear" said Raisa confused

"Eh sob Lo said aje" said Rian while patting Arya's shoulder and suddenly Arya was shocked and almost peed in her pants

"Rian, you've got Arya!" Answer Raisa

And then the Aryan ran away.

"Why is he?" Ask Rian

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