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EPS 91'S. LOVE IS TOO LATE

Pass moderation on: 25 November 2020

The morning was bright, the birds were on a link like they were beckoning each other but this morning was not as bright as my heart, I was still curled up on the bed when my mother had knocked on the door.

“kei, wake up after noon you are not in school?”

“iya mah I have woken up, just take a shower first”

Then mom stopped knocking on the door, and I was ready to start today.

My name is Keila Ananda, I'm in the 12th grade at Scholar High School. I feel lazy to go to school, not just today but yesterday and tomorrow. After I finished getting ready I went down the stairs and had breakfast, and then I said goodbye to my mom

“mah kei left school first ya”

“iya dear you are not with kenandt?”

“i ride angkot aja, I am late assalamallaikum”

“walaikumsallam”

When I just got out of my fence, Kenandt and his bike were ready in front of my house.

“bareng ya kei?”

“no thanks I can ride angkot” then I walk past kenandt but kenandt blocked my hand

“please want some cave bulloin”

Without saying anything, I went straight up on the motorcycle.

Kenandt aditya he was my little best friend when I was sitting in 3rd grade at the time my parents bought a new house, and Kenandt was my first friend at the time, he said, And we used to be so familiar we were always together, where there was Kenandt there must be Keila, and where there was Keila there must be Kenandt, and where there was Kenandt, but the friendship that used to be so beautiful is now tenuous because there is a taste, a sense that we can not accept each other the affection that is more than just a childhood friend, and certainly not me.

Along the way Kenandt did not speak a single word he only occasionally noticed me through the rearview of his motorcycle. Not long after I arrived at my school, Kenandt also did not talk about anything and only spoke later at school he would pick up and then he rubbed my head and left.

I know when I entered my old best friend's class the image looked at me so cynically. In the past, the image of anggini was my best friend from smp to high school, I was always with him, but in the past the image was liked by Kenandt and Kenandt expressed love to Citra but their relationship did not last so long because it turns out Kenandt only toyed with Citra. And my friendship with Citra was tenuous with the issue that Kenandt liked me.

“KRINGG... KRINGGG KRINGGG... ” The bell I was waiting for arrived, the bell stating that I could go home, but when I wanted to leave the class Image intercepted me

“what relationship are you?”

“lu and KENANDT”

“only friends”

“friend you said?”

“iya what else, he made the cave childhood natural if we are familiar, you know it even the world knows!”

“and the world knows too! If KENANDT likes you!!” image's face reddened he held down a cry

“again me and Kenandt are just childhood friends, no matter what he feels like to me, all I know right now is I HATE him for ruining a friendship that has been built for years just because of selfishness!” then without me noticing, Kenandt appeared behind me, he brought a bouquet of white roses and the flower fell and he came to me

“who is selfish kei? This cave childhood best friend?!” then kei left, I bowed and cried looking at Kenandt's long-lost back

6 months later..

My life changed a lot, I went through a lot of changes during these 6 months my relationship with Citra improved, unlike my relationship with Kenandt, after that incident Kenandt rarely went home to school even tegur me when passing by he did not see me at all, and I heard from his om he got a scholarship in Japan, and I heard from him, of course I'm proud and surprised, but if it's the best decision I only wish the best.

Today came the day I had to take Kenandt to the airport, I just stared at myself in front of the mirror, and I felt that I was now like a girl not a child anymore, my face and body had changed, and as I was engrossed in my death I knocked on the door

“kei ayuk buru om and mama Kenandt are ready”

“iya mah” mama just smiled at me

While on my car trip with Kenandt and only a loyal driver brought to the airport, Kenandt just looked at me without a blink and did not speak a word. Upon arrival at the airport I did not want to get out of the car at all because it was too hurt to see Kenandt leave, I gave a reason that made mama believe that I wanted to stay in the car, arrived om Kenandt get in the car and give me a letter “ini what om?” “you read it and it's a gift for you from kenandt” I just smiled and om left me again

To: KEILA

Hii! I'm sorry if you feel that I'm the cause of our friendship, but is it wrong for me to call you an ordinary girl? Maybe when you read this letter our kei is separated by distance and time, and I hope you get the man who supported you when you were about to fall, who photographed all your happiness, he said, kei you are the second woman after my dear mother.love u keila ananda

KENNEDY

These tears fall, my defenses collapse my heart aches when I read them, hurts, disappointed, upset, dear, afraid everything is so felt. I got out of the car and ran into the airport and broke through the airport attendant, I was like a person who lost oxygen I lost control then om kei hugged me calmed me and said “kenandt had gone 5 minutes ago” I fell mama came to me hugging me

And at that moment I realized, I was selfish I was not like kenandt, I was afraid, afraid of the things I made myself and in the end it was that fear that made me lose and I realized…

LOVE IS TOO LATE