Adolescence
Episode 56's

...Happy Friends...

I remembered about her inviting me to come closer, but the other time she moved away, whether I was too selfish if I only expected her while her love was not for me. I always looked at his face in the distance, I didn't really remember all those times but when he said that it felt like I was complaining and shaking but I realized he was nothing to me. If only he knew even in the distance I would always keep him in his solitude and sorrow. But if he remembers me then he will be back to his former figure but in the meantime I feel not too fond of his former nature.

I'm Bianca Raisa Andriana usually called Raisa somehow in this story I was named as the main character even though in this story I was only in the middle of the story, not much I tell, but in every story I am more of a storyteller. I am a nobody who is not a producer or a story scriptwriter, if only I am the story maker I also do not want this sad story. But how else is everything here, I'm the first and only child in my family.

***

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.

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 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.

"Sa, don't forget to eat first!" Said my mama

"She, I'll eat" I replied

"From yesterday you played mulu laptop" said my mama while carrying the food served on the plate and side dishes added with water

"How come there are vegetables ma?" Ask me

"Every time you eat vegetables, you eat meat and mulu fish but never eat vegetables" said my mother

I don't like to eat vegetables, but my mom always told me to eat vegetables.

"This is what the hell!" Mouthed

"Hmmm" I said while tilting my head

I ended up eating the dishes my mother gave me, but I then put aside the vegetables I didn't like, even though my mother never got angry with me. She was a caring mom and always gave delicious and delicious food. Although still I do not like carrots and qol, but if the potatoes I still like.

"Why mommy can't tell me how to eat Mulu's vegetables what am I a rabbit?" Reveal me in my heart

"I told you I don't want to move to Bandung!" Say

"Papa do not want to know you have to go to Bandung too, papa has prepared the best school there!" Say

"But pa!" Answer me

"I can't but" he answered while hanging up the phone

Tut's.. Tuttts...Tutt

"Hello... Pa!" My words

"Hmmm even in matiin his phone" continued Yudha

The rain came down and the trees and leaves were pinned down while deciphering the time that made me feel haru and blue even so I was happy when the rain came down where I could feel different happiness, if only my mother were alive, I might not be like this.

Today I saw the old woman again sitting while waiting for the train to arrive at the end of the station, looking old but her beautiful face was covered with a hijab that was worn to add sweetness to her face. She was none other than my grandmother, that was how my father had done so easily he dumped me and now I was forced to move to Bandung, although I was upset but there was my grandmother who accompanied me.

In Jogja the weather is indeed different from Bandung I have to adjust, especially because I am susceptible to flu.

"You why Yudh?" Ask my grandmother

"No" I replied weakly

"You don't feel that way" my grandmother said

I actually did not have the heart of my grandmother, but I also did not want to bother her too much, especially because she lived alone. Grandma's house is very spacious plus there is a second floor and also the grandmother has several household assistants.

***

AdolescenceEpisode 56's

Adolescence
Episode 56's