Heart And Love's

The Love that Makes Baper

Introduce my name Nara, and my friends used to call nana. I entered one of the Islamic universities in Jogja. From the first day of college, I saw a man who was so stunning, mysterious, and certainly very handsome. The more days my curiosity about him the stronger until finally I know who the figure of the man I idolized so far.She named Rizal, in addition to smart she is also an activist and follow some organizations. In addition Rizal is very good at playing guitar. happens to be me and Rizal one class, after getting acquainted over time we are getting more familiar even more than friends. For me Rizal is a very good man, whenever I need his help, he is always ready and there. No wonder so many people think we are dating.

Of course that is impossible, because we both follow and are active in Rohis, in which the teachings are strongly emphasized to maintain the relationship between men and women

Until one day I saw him playing the guitar in the corner of the park, there was something different with my race, my heart skipped a beat and my tongue was confused even I was very difficult to turn my eyes away from his figure. Until I decided to close my eyes immediately, hoping to get some peace. But when I did.

“Na, what are you doing, than the heat standing there mending here memenin I practice guitars” instantly I was shocked not playing hear his voice.

“Eh, Rizal hehe, no longer anything, just waiting for the somay nih.” My reason is.

As much as possible I try to behave normally. Although I entered the Rohis organization, my tomboy nature is still a little visible, my indifference to the surrounding environment can sometimes make me ashamed myself. But things felt so different when he was near Rizal. Instantly I turned into a quiet figure and often even misbehaved.

Well when I accompanied him to play guitar, there was one of my friends who approached Rizal, he also asked a lot of things, until I was tired of seeing him back and forth in front of Rizal.

And one night I wrote a romance poem that told me all my feelings that I could not express, only that I could pour in a scratch of ink. My feelings for her seemed to have made me feel like a mute person.

I always try not to want to have it too much, because I realize it can actually make it go from my life. Let me hold this feeling alone. Even I don't care if I'm only considered a friend, because being next to him is more than enough for me. Maybe now I can love her in silence, but I don't know when I can survive like this.