Just a Monkey's Love

Chapter 1 Prologue

I'm Raline, I'm almost 14 years old now, I'm an only child who should be perfect.

Yes Mama must really see others with all the advantages that I have. But the school teacher and friends nicknamed me the “introvert”, he said I was so mysterious and secretive.

Since childhood I have always been met with those who are brave and good at talking by my mother, but did not succeed in making me a person who has high confidence. Friends at school and at home were not the same, the pretext of my mother so that I have many friends and acquaintances.

In reality when I was good friends and already familiar enough with my age, mom always watched me end up being a errand boy. They threatened me, he said “I wouldn't play if I didn't obey what he told”. The implication is that I am always angry when my friend tells me to do things that Mama does not like, then my friend plays victim to be the perfect child in my Mama's eyes.

I changed friends a few times, but eventually I went back to them. I don't like being compared to them the most, their behavior sniffed Mama, until in the end Mama had a fight and we moved house.

My mother also always said “you are beautiful, mama ga want to listen to a pretty-beautiful mama's child but bloon - naughty, mama tuh want it to be horrified mama's child is already beautiful, pinter is good again, don't be shy mama...” so chattering, so,

or “you it's pinter just males !!! do not be dibasain males, long if you males continue you will lose the same person diligently”

and or “mau so content creators must have a character, at least the good thing can be an example for many people, if you succeed, you will be in search of a lot of people, at least the good thing can be an example for many people, don't just ngandelin pretty doank”. There are many more.

Maybe my introvert emerged from such things, the once cheerful me turned into a quiet and unwholesome one. Actually it is not inconsequential that I succeeded in the form of my mother being a person who was always careful in acting or choosing a playmate.

Like choosing between perfume and carrion, like that also choose friends, if our friends are good then we will be carried away fragrant, if our friends are bad it will smell bad.

In the end, I myself will decide what I will be in the future, I am just a new girl in 2nd grade Junior High. And I pray to God, may my destiny always be good.

I have one sidekick, Senni, he's a friend and I consider brother, I feel fit to be friends with him, we support each other, more than that he is not toxic and people always think that we are twins, because it has the same eye shape. And I'm glad they said that, even we were always couple, and our parents didn't mind at all.

Senni the brave and talkative, I have only been a good listener since the 1st grade of Junior High. Many like it, but not a few who do not like his style is too spoiled and childish. It's okay, I'm not affected.

As a friend I always support what he does as long as it is good and makes him happy. “hai bestie me..” greeting Senni that morning while heading to the bench where we sat, I happen to be working on a math PR that I forgot to do.

“besok, we play to the Yuk” Sports park with him.

“mau what ?”

“tomorrow crush I play ball”

“ga to ah.. males i”

“ih likes it so deh...ayolah please” Senni whines with her typical childish style.

“ogah” answered me rather firmly, I was the laziest if I had to accompany him to see his crush, for me it was very unimportant, and it was his privacy, he said,

if it's his business with his crush, I'm not interested. I do know her crush, physically she's handsome and popular. He is Cindo, of Chinese descent but was born in Indonesia, I know a lot about him, because Senni has told me a lot.

“why the hell?”

“Senni, I told you it's your privacy, and I don't want to go along, just listening to your story is enough for me.”

“Ya...”.

I freed Senni to hang out with anyone. And it doesn't have to be bad for me.

He deserves to have another friend besides me and that's okay. I'm used to it myself, and I actually feel more comfortable.

That's what I'm an introvert.