Adolescence

Episode 57's

...Fear of Falling in Love...

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.

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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.

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.

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

Have you ever been in a relationship with someone who just wants to be heard, but never wants to hear you? The same thing he did, you don't have a chance for stories, because he will always want your problems with his problems. Have you ever been close to someone like that? It's kind of like this: "yes I love you, but the more here this relationship just makes me feel alone."

He has been hurt many times, has been ignored many times his feelings, but still wants to love the same person. Yeah how is it?. Sometimes, we do not know what kind of future we will have, but we can still work on it.

At that time, when I was walking in a hallway without me realizing it was like someone was following my footsteps, but when I looked back there was no one.

"Hmmm, is someone following me?" I said in my heart

My spirit heard the wind, the wind that gave me goosebumps and made me cringe in fear.

"Well, I'm standing up" he said

When I look back again...

(Look) right... Leftist

"There's nobody" he said

"This is the street why it's so haunted!" His words in the heart

Suddenly I heard someone calling my name..

"Aryan!!!" Call him from a distance

"Someone called my name!" Reveal it

"But his voice....." Said while trembling

Suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder...

"Wooy!!" Say

"Akhhhhhh, run!!!" Arya said while running in fear

"Why is he?" Ask Rian

I was waiting for him at the shopkeeper near the school, I thought he would arrive, but what he promised he never changed was always like that. Until his heart made me contemplate and wait.

"Why is Lo's face bent?" Ask

"Why not!" Answer

"Most because of girls" said another

"Apaan the hell Lo go nimbrung ajah!" Answer

Suddenly in the distance there was Arya who was running scared, and approached her friends.

"Why are you?" Ask the others

"You're kayaking after the demons" he replied

Uhhhhhmm...

I can only pant and stammer, even want a long story takes time.

"So in the middle of the street that aisle, suddenly someone called me and he also patted my shoulder...." The story is long

And from a distance suddenly Rian came.

"What the hell Lo Ya, I call nyaut nyaut" he said

"Well, what's Rian Lo doing?" Ask

"So that was elo?" Ask Arya

"It's ghost time!" Rian

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