From Dinta

From the Author

My name is Dinta Syakira and I am 28.5 years old. Only about six months ago I got married and I was grateful last week I checked with the doctor that in my stomach there was a fetus that would continue to develop. He is only 2 months old, said doctor Niana Sahabatku.

Just now the man who was fiddling with his laptop beside me asked me something.

"In what crap?" He asked and leaned his chin on my shoulder.

"Secret" I replied and I closed my laptop

"Pamali maen secrets same husband. Nih debay nih your mother maen secret2an nih" he said again while rubbing my stomach that does not look like a pregnant person at all.

"Aaaahhh watch out I want to take a second. I've finished your work, keep sleeping fast" I said.

"Heh who must rest cepet tuh pregnant again. What is sleep hunting" he said.

"Yes, but I haven't done it yet"

"Tomorrow, he continued the sleep hunt." He said again and I just obeyed him.

Alright temen-tenemen. Here I list my story only starts from since High School more precisely in the middle of class XI aka class 2 where the feeling called love is starting to be perfect I guess.

Yeah, like I said Arkan was my best friend, my friend, and my neighbor since Junior High because we were in the same housing complex. His mother was named Pratiwi and his father was named Kusuma Mahendra. Arkan has an older sister named Rahfa Mahendra who is 7 years older than Arkan.

Arkan calls his mother Bubu and his father Father. But Rahfa's sister calls her mother Mother not as strange as Arkan.

Oh yes, I myself am the 2nd child of two brothers, I have one older brother named Deris Pratama. My father was named Wijaya Pratama and my mother was named Nindi Yuanita.

My father is from Yogyakarta and my mother is from Jakarta.

This story began in February 2009 where I was still sitting in the 2nd grade of High School semester 2. Where at that time the feeling called love began to come slowly and form a sense that is difficult to express.

There's nothing wrong with feeling, but I'm wrong with loving my best friend. Yes, at that time I loved Arkan completely. Even then I realized that everything would not go according to expectations.

There were so many things that I experienced at that time, happy and hurt that I actually felt that year. If you have to remember it still feels sad, considering how my position and circumstances used to be, not just about the love of the opposite sex but the love of who should love me when it disappeared swallowed by the ego and everything. It was so stifling to me, Yesah even though it has now turned 90 drajat into a perfect happiness.

This story may be too simple if read by hardy humans and adults also never feel the High School table, maybe even impressed more. But that's the story of how the child who lived in the year 2007/2010 with all the twists and turns of his life.

I never forced anyone to understand how I felt back then when anyone read this. Here I just share a story and hopefully I can take the lesson.

Happy reading ❤

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Syakira Dinta