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EPS 83'S. JUST ONE AND THAT'S YOU

Do you believe in true love? Love that is said to melt the heart and unforgettable memories during the relationship. But has the woman who has loved me for a year become my true love? Her name is Chloe and I am Hans, a selfish man who loves women, who does not love me in the least.

Tonight, I looked at the bloody red frame on the wall of my room. I was swept away in the picture and it was as if the blood was coming out of the frame. All this time I was thinking about a beautiful woman who resembles a Korean girl named Aorora. I liked him in the shadows for a month, without daring to greet him at school.

My first glance fell on the beautiful rays of his eyes, which became the reason for my heart to say I “suka” to him. Every day I walk to the long hallway of my school and pass through the class which is at the end of the hall before my class, more precisely 2-7. Passing through her class, I didn't want to waste the moment. With such a short time, I was able to see the bushy length of hair tied up with the easily bright red hair tie.

Aorora became my number one reason to go to school, after the reason I went to school to study and slept in my favorite bench in the right back corner of the class. Yes, I'm a student who doesn't really like sitting in front, but I still attach great importance to my grades in order to remain stable above teacher assessment standards.

At recess, I sat down with some of my classmates in the classroom. Once in a while I glanced at the right of my class and wished for her sweet nose to be seen from the place I was sitting. Instantly Aorora walked out of her class, glanced at me without a smile from her thin lips and cast her gaze in another direction. A pain that cannot be expressed in my heart.

“Lajar if not smiling, he just does not know me” I said in my heart, while taking a deep breath

From there, I will try to eliminate my cowardice during this month and cultivate the confidence to be able to get acquainted with him. After school I waited for him in front of my class, thinking about what would happen later in my imagination. Suddenly the woman I was waiting for came out with a brown bag on her back. I walked quickly and was right next to him.

“Hai, Aorora”

“Hai” With flat face without caring for me

“I Hans, from class 2-8”

“Terus?”

“There's nothing, I just want acquaintances. Can I have your contact?”

“Sorry, I don't want to love you, because I don't know you” yet

I also took my steps and let her step away from my numb body with her words earlier. After a few seconds, I tried to get back to my feet and put my eyes forward. By the time I turned my eyes, I was fixed on a woman who was glancing warmly at me. Immediately, he turned his gaze in another direction after I saw him. Yes I know her, a woman named Chloe from grades 2-5, but I rarely see her around school.

Arriving at home I looked for something about Aorora from one of her classmate contacts I had. I just want to make sure, do I have to endure this feeling or do I have to let go?

“Angel?”

“Yes?

“You're Aorora's best friend, right? I can ask you something about him, can't I?”

“You could say so. Why is it Aorora? Like Aorora huh?” Plain cetus

“Like no, just happy to see him” Ngelak amateursku

“Not what the hell, as a good person and a close friend of Aorora, I suggest you are not close to him. Aorora, she's hard to get to know people, let alone guys. The treatment is very cold with the guy I just saw, you asked for his contact and I already know the answer is definitely not. Lucky earlier you were reprimanded, originally did not want to negur” Long chant from Angel, making my mind more chaotic and I did not know what to answer after this. I was just covering up my disappointment with Angel.

“That's yes, Angel. Hahahahaha, it's strange. Yeah thanks, I didn't get close to him deh”

“Yes that's how Aorora is. Sorry, but it's also for your good in the future. Mumpung still happy to see, not yet like”

Evening I passed by with great disappointment. I stared at all the frames in my room and was fixed on the frame of a girl in a blue dress. I was like that frame who was also disappointed by the gloomy face staring at the green grass beneath. The walls of my room were filled with frames, because every frame I had, like I could describe what I was feeling.

The next day, I felt less eager to go to school today. I was only confined to my desk, not caring what the teacher was explaining. Until the break came, I decided to fill the void that was inside my stomach.

Looking around I saw Chloe watching me from her seat, eating a bowl of meatballs.

“This is the child why? Concerned even cringe, do not look even see again. Strange bang” I thought

Returning from the cafeteria, I headed to class without paying attention to my friends who were chatting in the classroom. As I sat down, I saw a ribbon sticking out of my desk drawer. I pulled it and it turned out to be a small red letter with a brief inscription of my name on it. I opened it too

“For H.

Maybe it's time for me to tell you what I've been keeping all this time. I ventured to make a small letter to you, after I was encouraged by the spirit given by my friends. Do you believe in true love? If you believe, you may find someone who has had that kind of love for you for a year. You know me, the person who has been watching you all this time, without you knowing the length, the difficulty and the struggle I tried to get your attention.

C.”

That was the content of the letter I opened carefully and I neatly kept it in my pants pocket. I stand with the ambition to find the person who sent me this letter. I walked through the hallway of the school and arrived at grade 2-5, seeing a short-haired woman with a yellow hairpin on her right side.

“Hai, Chloe”

“Ha..i” Her nervous voice as I sit next to her

“Still yes to his letter. Maybe it's time for me to pay attention to people who have liked me for a long time. The only one I know and that is you, Chloe”

“…”

“I believe in true love. Do you also believe in true love?”

“Yes, I believe in it”

“Then I want to prove that there is true love and I hope you will be with me to prove it”

I waited for a few seconds, until he finally answered my expectations in a slightly low tone with a red face while looking at the notebook on his desk.

“Iya, I'll be with you to prove”

As time goes on, Chloe and I will prove true love. If true love exists, Chloe is the one.

Since then I have become aware of myself, that I have a selfish attitude, that does not care to know about someone who has loved me for a year.

I also wrote a small note that I made in my quiet room and covered it with my small square frame. A note that illustrates the greatness of a woman named Chloe and also the last frame that will cover every inch of the walls of my room.

“For whatever time, as hard as anything, and how hard you struggle. To keep believing and holding on to what you feel. The existence of true love, will make you understand to complement each other. I will always remember this little note of mine in the depths of my heart”