Briyan And Fiana: Romance Story
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In a busy and crowded city. City of Heroes, Surabaya. This is where I live with my parents and my little brother. The white house is accompanied by a swimming pool and shady trees in the yard. Two floors with more or less like urban homes in general.
And as always, urban families are full of all kinds of busyness. Starting from my father, my mother, my sister and me too. Life tends to make me feel like I am living without a family. I can tell you, too, they are busy.
Oh yes, not yet acquaintances have been playing a chat. I know my name is Sabrina Nia Fiana, commonly called Fiana, Nia can also (if it's too bad). I went to high school, pretty close to my school. Therefore, I often go home from school prematurely aka skipping. But do not imitate yes, if you have graduated nothing truant, no negur.
It is also good to live in this house, because the location of this house is very strategic. In front of my house SD, right of my house supermarket, left of my house market, next to the cinema market, front of the cinema bookstore, while behind my house the funeral, hiii, kok serem ya. It's okay, we're both creatures.
What I like most, at home. Watching television, watching youtube, watching drakor, reading novels, reading comics, sometimes invited my sister to play the playstation (but invited doang, because I do not like playing the playstation) there are many others. Although outdoors is a lot of fun and entertainment, I prefer nolep at home. Home, lair. The reason is simple, because I'm a slacker from childhood. Don't comment "Ihh, girls are lazy, what is the fate of her husband?" I was often criticized by my mother, mother, mothers, even mothers-to-be (the supermarket cashier who came to visit. So, you guys don't add to my problems, I'll shoot you in the head like a sniper movie. No, joking around.
Speaking of snipers, I remember getting shot by dozens of guys at school. Almost every day if I pass to the class whistling sounds and obscure words from guys who are not clear anyway. And answers? Of course, "Sorry, we'll take it." " But I just thought you were a friend." "But I don't think we're a good fit." "I don't love you." "I'm sorry, we're going out next time." And the response is always the guy cry, pretend to be possessed, pretend "cannot live without you"lah, and many more "lah.
"Ehh, you're so mean to be a girl? " Ehh, love can not be forced to know, the name I have not love yes not love, do not want to be romantically with anyone including you! "Lho, who was I? What's the story? " I don't know, anyway I've been with you, the point of not using the fence sign.
This author may be lonely to the extent that the character is spoken to. So find a soul mate woy, marry a spit! "Hiks, hiks, why am I even mocked my own character." Let's say there's an author like you. The comments themselves are unclear.
I used to be yes, asian author I mock later even not the spirit of writing. At school, I was always the place to confide in my friends. Not just one person, almost all classmates even from other classes. Am I a psychopath eh sorry what psychologist? I sincerely become a place to confide, but imagine every day there are five people who vent to me. Some come to school, some come to my house. One day there was also a willing midnight around one hour, came just to vent. But pity too, because he was impregnated by his girlfriend and biasalah, left without willing to take responsibility. "Woy! Ordinary from where? Kasian, does elo want to be followed?! " Ihh the author is perverted! Kabuuurr!
Throughout my profession of being a confidant, I suffer the most if it's the season of heartbreak. "Is there a?" There's dong. Usually the time of repetition or something like that, the attention of the partner to his partner is usually reduced. From there came a rift of relationships, prejudiced each other, accusing each other, blaming each other, ending with the phrase "We broke up!" either directly or indirectly.
Even though they know that they have broken up, some people sometimes assume that nothing happened. That's the factor that hasn't moved on. Hence from the precambrian to the tertiary age I have never once dated. Not because of fear of heartbreak or fear of betrayal, but because I want to enjoy solitude and learn a lot first. In fact, I am the most lazy to learn.
Honestly, I hope that one day there are people who suddenly come to propose by giving unlimited quota for life, eh wrong means two-ton diamond ring with seven flowers. Eh wrong is also the point that there are people who dream, rather than living a bad life also seen by neighbors. Actually my neighbor no one commented too about my life, not like this author.
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One day, a friend of mine came. Name Nabila. The gender is female, it looks. Well, Si Nabila has his initial girlfriend Reno Wahyu Abhimanyu. "That's the full name." The relationship between Reno and Nabila is arguably very and very romantic. To the extent that single IPS teachers are jealous of the romance of both of them. Not infrequently, because of the romance of the two of them interfere with teaching and learning activities, IPS teachers told them to leave the classroom. I think anyway, because his teacher was lamenting his incompetence. But, I can only pray that the IPS teacher can get a good soul mate, amen.
After the incident, Reno rarely appeared in school. Always comes permission from his friend to say that he is sick or there is a family event or something else. But, I already knew that it was just an excuse to avoid Nabila.
I feel sorry for Nabila. Since Reno's breakup, he's been a kuntilanak kayak. Her eyes were red, her eyelids were black, her hair was covered with a veil sometimes a few strands came out. Her lips that used to be always smiling were now pale and chapped. The powder was exhausted, especially mascara was never used.
Sometimes I talk to him "La, don't be sad. Shame you're a good girl nangisin a person who has become your past." "I am not a good woman Na, if I am good, why Reno sentin me and say so for no apparent reason." "Lo's a good girl La, don't think about what Reno has done to you.It's important now you make a new life without Reno.Trust me, you can still live even without Reno." Nabila rubbed her tears that had dripped when I spoke. I rubbed his shoulders. "Lha why don't you go find out about her house? " "Yes, too, Na. I'm not thinking. Later abis go home school lo memenin ya there?" "Ready."
In the middle of our conversation, suddenly there was a student with a similar face, not similar to anyone. His hair is like Lee Min Ho's, but his face is not dead. "Fiana, will you not be my future wife?" "Tomorrow, wait for February 50."
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That afternoon, Nabila and I went to Reno's house as promised. Reno House is right next to the third intersection south of Nabila house next to the traffic lights. Arriving in front of the house we were surprised not to play, a lot of Reno's house. "Tumben Reno house crowded, usually quiet, "quote to Nabila. But he did not answer, immediately he hit the doorbell. The owner of the house did not open the door. He rang the bell for the second time, the reaction was just as negative. Third bell, the door opened. Without difficulty, Reno opened the door. He looked surprised to see Nabila. After that, as usual the quarrels that if written here will not fit. I just held my hand without disturbing it. Fear of falling into a couple debate that I don't really understand.
After a little more than ten minutes of fighting, a woman came from inside Reno's room. The woman was the same age as me, only her stomach had already bloomed. "What's up, Mom? How noisy?" "Sorry, who is this mom?" I decided to ask, before Nabila started suuzon to him. "I'm Mas Reno's wife." I gulped my saliva, Nabila held back her cries. "Reno, you turned out to be just messing around with me. Tega you're Ren." Nabila's tears slid down her cheeks. "This brat, Mas Reno's girlfriend huh? " "No, it used to be, but now you've got Reno from me! " Nabila's screams tempered throughout the room. I held his arm so that his anger would not overflow. "Sorry Ma'am, I don't know if Mas Reno's girlfriend's mom." "Yes, please! Kayak pelakor how can you know! He just called your guy's girlfriend! " The woman couldn't stand it. He went back to his room.
A tense atmosphere enveloped our silence. "Reno, try to tell me how can you like this? How did you marry her? How did you get to killusin Nabila? Tell me everything." "Actually, I married Najiha, because I had no other choice. I feel sorry for him. Being pregnant out of wedlock, because of my sister. When my brother took responsibility, he was in an accident. If I tell Najiha, she has no family. Relatives are also far away in Borneo. That's why I was forced to take responsibility for my brother. Please La, you know me."
Hearing Reno's explanation, Nabila began to understand. He began to stop his crying. He began to try to understand this confusing situation. On the other hand there is someone who should not be ignored. On the other hand there are two people who sincerely love. While to mengikhlaskan one of them is a very difficult thing.
"Reno, I understand. I just need time to be honest. Sorry I just came straight angry indistinct." "Yes it's okay. For a while I did not intentionally go to school for Njiha until she was born later. Please understand." "Yes I'm maklumin. But if permission doesn't last long, you'll miss the lesson." "When did you think of a lesson? " "I don't know." Smiles and laughter started the atmosphere in this room.
Such is the love story of Reno and Nabila. The most romantic love story in High School. To the extent that his brother Nic Soul wants to lift their love story to the screen. "Since when did my brother play the tancep screen? " The story written here is only a fraction of the millions of stories Reno and Nabila. In this chapter, it contains only the core, the peak of the conflict, and the ending. Therefore, please be understood if the love story is less romantic.
Endless love does feel a bit stifling, but it can teach us a lesson. All our dreams in this world nothing can come true. No matter how hard we fight if it's not our destiny, it won't work. Because we are only human. Can't resist destiny, can only strive.
Hopefully this lesson can be a lesson for us so as not to drag on in heartbreak. A broken heart is hard to repair. But the more often the heart is hit by various types of problems, the stronger the heart will be someday.
