Adolescence

Episode 48's

...Flashbacks...

At that time I was 15 years old, aka still SMP fortunately I was able to enter Junior High even though my rapids were not too good either.

"Eh the siti!" Said Rian's other friends who memgebucinin Siti

"What the hell Lo just saw he was just ordinary" said Rian cengengesan as if he had no feelings

"What the hell is Lo Rian" Siti replied while then wagging her hair

Meanwhile, Rian becomes an inner upheaval in his heart he realizes that his attitude is pretending to be nothing when in fact he harbors a taste for Siti Rahma who is none other than his classmate.

"Lo on why the hell stop following me!" Say

"Who's following our guy to the cafeteria!" Rian and the gang

"Then I came to follow me" Siti said in her mind

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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 the ink scratches that I pour with my 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.

Pernah gak sih kamu suka sama seseorang tapi hanya sebatas rasa dan gak pernah bisa mengungkapkannya, mungkin ajah kamu takut tapi sebenarnya juga malu jika harus berhadapan langsung sama orang yang kamu sukai jadinya kamu cuma berusaha buat nutupin perasaan kamu dan sekedar diam dan canggung atau awkward jika berhadapan sama orang yang kamu sukai alhasil kamu jadi terlihat seperti orang absurd dan aneh diharapkannya. Aku adalah puisi bersyair harapan, bersajak rindu, serta berbaiat kenangan dan masa lalu, mencoba melupa namun tak kuasa, hanya dapat menggenggam kenangan dan masa lalu dalam harapan rindu yang ingin ku ubah menjadi kenyataan. Namun aku sadar masa lalu tetaplah sebuah masa lalu, tak perlulah berharap banyak padanya jikapun nantinya dia kembali datang kisahnya jelas sudah tak sama. Lantas kenapa hati ini tak ingin berhenti berharap, padahal ia sendiri tahu bahwa masa lalu telah meninggalkannya. Dan yang meninggalkan semestinya tak untuk dikejar bukan?.

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.

"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 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.

Ckkckkjdnd.jjj.....

"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

Time will continue to spin and all will continue to happen, like space gives someone the ability but there is no zone that allows us to feel comfortable, he said, every thing that happens has happened but what will happen again if we are not his or we do not have a second chance to be able to apologize to him.

"Ehh, wait sir!" I said to the security guard

"Again you!" Reveal it

"Sorry sir, I'm late!" Said Raisa who then begged to be able to enter the class

"Raisa you are a late mute habit" replied Mr. Arman who is the principal of SMAN 1 Bandung

Upon arrival at school I was told to stand in front of friends because late coming, it felt embarrassed anyway but want how else I was late when I was five in the morning but I even had bad luck.

In life there will be a name of limitations and also recognition there are those who want to be considered or maybe all the differences just make us feel that we are other people when in fact we are special even if we do not use eggshell.

"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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