Adolescence

Last Episode

...Him And Me...

The feeling we thought was gone was still there, there was only a word between me and him, the picture I still keep but I don't display only taru in my closet and I put it in the deepest part, it's also rarely touched. He is different not like Raisa who I knew before, only his height is still the same, he said, people say that any love can happen but this is different just a sudden taste of a sticky then he went somewhere. Like Dejavu he keeps coming he goes then comes back, a feeling that is stored with warmth of affection but many things also that make it special.

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"I just realized that my feelings for Raisa are more than friends, but does Raisa feel the same way?" I said in my mind

At that time I took Raisa to the city park and then I invited her to play on a swing, I was very happy when I saw her happy when she was with me. But at once it all collapsed upon the arrival of a man, in the distance he noticed the two of us and then suddenly in holding Raisa's hand and took her away.

"Sa" he said while holding Raisa's hand

"Sir Yudha, how is he here?" Raisa asked and then she took Raisa's hand from my grasp

"You who?" Arya asked while holding my other hand

"Who are you?" Yudha asked me to leave

For some reason why the weather became cloudy gini and suddenly brother Yudha and Arya almost quarreled but...

"Udah yuk Sa!" Said Brother Yudha and then took me away and then I took Aryan's hand off my hand

The rain fell heavily while hitting Arya's heart hard, like an atomic bomb that suddenly appeared suddenly, we found and suddenly became a simple story. No words suddenly appeared on Arya's lips she just kept quiet and I was also sad, I did not want to hurt Arya but there is Brother Yudha also beside me. I am like a selfish girl why must this all happen between me, brother Yudha and Arya.

In addition to Fanya who is now a quiet figure since she saw and accepted the fact that Rian had been dating Ara who was none other than Fanya's own friend.

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.

"This fire, how come...." Reveal me

"Clean it yourself!" He answered while giving me a tissue

"What the hell was this moment even messed up" I said while bragging myself

"Why you?" Ask

Then he laughed at me...

"Wkkwkkw..."

"Why the hell?" Ask me

"You're not funny" he replied

"Yes, I'm a clown in the open" I said, turning my face away

"You don't get angry" he said

He is so he always sees me but I also do not understand why he is so even so, with his attitude I always feel there is a figure who always takes care of me. He's considerate and he's also very kind to me and he's able to make me feel good about him.

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.

Somehow slow another time changed, the second also spoke at the time, the heart is not able to be separated but we are also unable to choose.

Never heard the story of Rangga and also Love, why this is like our love story. Why do you like to test me when I myself try to forget you, in my heart I sing hope one day you can see me back. I survived but I also did not know how, in life I can only try and pray even though sometimes hope is not in line with reality.

Two rounds of the sun he passed with the same man with a different taste, passionate love filled with longing that ended in disappointment and then backed away to give space. A second love that is twisted by fate due to misunderstanding but ends up privileging each other to cover all the wounds that ever existed.

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.

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.

I can't speak, what can I talk about the sky just fell silent but I don't even hope when the time comes that maybe everything will change. Black is not white and this is also probably not because of him, who is he? Someone who is present in the silence of the night, someone who always disturbs my sleep. I just couldn't complain, nor could I speak. I only speak a thousand languages, maybe God knows what I feel but I can just shut up and try to cover it all up.

Forgive me for never being able to vote and not being a voter, just that I'm not someone who deserves to be a lead in a love story, even in a true story. That love sometimes makes me feel that I'm just someone who can only be one of the love stories, forgive me for being too selfish and unable to get away from reality. But what I can do, when I keep it I just have a taste and let me keep it.

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Thank you, readers who have faithfully read my novel entitled Adolescence. At first I didn't know how many episodes would come out of the blue because I was too absorbed so get here. Btw is not over yet there is still a continuation story, see aja ya guys!! And thanks also to those who have given me like support and also your comments are very constructive for me. Owh yes there is more, do not forget to see the continuation of the love story between Arya and Raisa who brimmed, and do not forget to love like, vote and also your interesting comments. Since I'm again good insyaallah who follow me directly I'm follback, Thanks guys 🤗.

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