IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Ended before it began - 2

Finally Jo sat down in the chair next to me. Because his hand was not welcomed.

"you cry" he tried to notice my face that was still lowered.

"no, just a flickering" I replied briefly.

A twist? if only I had raised my head and he had seen my eyes puffed up, I wouldn't have believed it. And there's just question after question.

"who's the same brother? " because inside there is still the sound of papa chatting, of course brother Jo did not come alone.

"he's getting papa" Jo's brother was still curious, until finally he held my shoulder

"you're why, brother's story if you want" Jo's brother tried to convince me. But I still don't have the courage to raise my head.

Indeed, brother Jo looks even more cool. More comfortable talking to him, not flirt anymore. But yes, he who has a crush on me, chasing for so long there is also no response from me, even I confided to him about another guy.

If someone has to be heartbroken, it's just me and Dian.

Until finally someone with a heavy voice greeted us and invited brother Jo to say goodbye.

Finally, I don't have to lie.

Brother Jo came home, when shaking hands with his papa brother Jo even I keep bowing my head.

The two of them entered the car and I immediately got into the house.

No complaints, mama is cleaning up the rest of the banquet. I just ran up the stairs and went into the room.

Again my tears broke.

Still too heavy to accept all this berahir, but not yet started.

Did my hatred all this time unknowingly bring love?

What kind of love, hate but love?

Why is it so painful now?

can I not know him anymore?

Would a relationship as secretly as he said it be better?

but no, that means I'm lying, and one lie will be followed by another lie. As clever as his clever storing carcasses must one day smell too. As a result, the abisan became more fatal when discovered ustazah.

God, why don't I just stay small, but still be able to play with anyone. There will be no hatred from anyone. There is love and compassion everywhere.

My mind is still raging about a lot of things. I never thought I'd be this bright.

I looked back at the cardboard that I had moved under the bed, so it was not often seen by me.

I remember again, what might have been missed.

The longer you stare at these things that are only going to make me sad.

I decided to give it back to me.

Whether my crying sounds all the way down or not, I definitely just want this tightness to go with the falling tears.

Fortunately, tomorrow there are no more activities at school, my eyes are swollen almost as big as a bekel ball.

Then I heard a phone ring, and I saw the name of Jo's brother appear.

Of course, he wants to know. But my voice is not currently allowing to speak, the hoarseness is like a broken radio sound.

Finally I send a message, so that Brother Jo is not curious anymore and can sleep well.

After that I went to the bathroom to wash my face and lay down ready for bed.

Hopefully not to be carried away by dreams, already sick in the real world. May a beautiful dream, let a little medicine. Meet the handsome prince rich, for example.