Loving Or Loved?

7.White Grey 2

~ Like dice in the game snake ladder, can not guess what number will come out. Fall or rise, win or lose it all flows as is~.

Setya POV

I never thought I would wake up in this city, let alone sleep soundly in Qiana's bed. I don't know what his heart is made of, even though the wounds I bore for his heart and pride used to be too deep. On the one hand I am very grateful to know that I can forgive me and accept me well, even if only as a friend, on the other hand I feel ashamed of myself in the past and make me continue to remember the incident.

The Flasback

The school canteen...

"Qi, can I see your physical catheter?" Setya said while eating his meatballs that stayed a mouthful.

"May, but you take it yourself in the bag. Abis ate I did not go back to class directly to the teacher's room was called Miss Ida." Qiana replied while eating the meatballs.

"Okay, I'm ready to go back in the morning and what's wrong, right?" Ask setya.

"Not what." Answer Qiana.

Setya rushed back into the classroom first, the break was still 15 minutes. The classroom looked quiet, he directly walked towards Qiana's bench. Opening the milk chocolate bag, but he did not find the book he was looking for, his bead turned curious when his hand accidentally pulled the diary Qiana.

Because of high curiosity Setya finally sassy open the diary.

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As soon as his face pias, his smile disappeared instantly, his bead sharpened hard to interpret, but he continued reading the diary until the last sheet that was just last night Qiana wrote, making him extremely ill.

Dear Diary

20-Jan-2012 (20.25 WIB)

Today's H-5 is Tyo's birthday and his twin. Maybe this year is the last year I can say it in person. Because soon we'll be graduating from the white-gray period. Until now I have reached the goal of my High School, only for the love of my High School period I have not been able to achieve it. He is too cold and indifferent to his twin sister who can always melt the atmosphere. I'm basically difficult to express my love for the opposite sex, of course, making him unconscious with a taste that from class X I keep for him. As a representative of that sense, I am only able to express through these writings. At least it's calming for me.

Good night dear, may you have a good dream. I wish you all the good, Tyo, though you will never know that I have a taste for you. Be happy with His destiny for you.

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"Hah, so all this time Qiana liked Tyo my own brother. Even if what he always had by his side was me. Though Tyo's attitude is nothing better than my treatment to Qia. Ta..but this is what..?" Inner Setya.

Setya POV

As soon as I could put the diary back in her bag, I intended to leave Qiana's desk but I paused when I saw Qiana enter the classroom.

"Set, have you met?" Said me.

"Nothing in your pocket." I answered coldly, and I saw him clenching his forehead. Maybe he was surprised by my sudden change in attitude. He only gave a small nod, then he reached into his bag of enlarged beads when he saw the diary in his bag. On the lid of the milk chocolate bag, he turned to his desk locker.

"Well, thank goodness the book was in the locker you didn't find it in my bag. Bring it!" He said while proffering his physics book, without a word I just take it and leave it to my desk.

My mind is upset, I love him, I love him a long time ago, but why should my own brother whom he loves. They can't be made.

Not less than a month away from graduation. I accidentally saw the diary again, poking out from within Qiana's bag. Without caring that I take it, with this it might relieve my disappointment in him. I feel that Qiana only cares about me because she likes my twin. In the diary there are written all his complaints to anything and anyone. There is a curse when he is uncomfortable with his girl friend who thinks hyperbole and always teases him. Even if in the real world he seems to not care it turns out he is very sensitive, irritable but not expressed and does not reply to it.

A lot of complaints written there, I deliberately told a girl friend who he considered hyperbole and always harassed him. And he believed. Her name if it's not Bella's fault, I don't think I'm directly looking for Qiana.

Plakkkp...

Bella slaps Qiana who is in the cafeteria. Stupidly I still carry the diary in my grasp.

"You don't like it the same way I say, don't be good-natured in front of me. Pake nulis in the diary of everything, but at the end of it you tell people too. Don't be a hypocrite you're a person!" Shouted Bella to Qiana.

"What do you mean Bell?" He asked while holding his red cheeks.

"Do not know! that" Bella said as she pointed at me.

I saw Qiana, she looked at me with a hard to interpret look and her gaze stopped at the diary I was holding. He ran towards me and took the diary and stepped away from me who was still sculpting.

Ever since that incident she stopped following me, becoming quiet and seemingly avoiding me. I also have no intention of explaining anything because of my disappointment in the love that claps one hand and the love that has withered before it develops.

*Flasback Off**

POV Author

Tok.shock.

"After waking up?, let's go down has been waiting for Grandma to make breakfast together," said Qiana in front of her bedroom door.

"Hmm. ah, just a moment." Setya answered the newly awakened from his daydream.

Ceklek, Setya opened the door and immediately followed Qiana to the place to eat.

"For Nek." Sapa Setya's.

"In the morning too, son. let's eat up this we take a trip three to the area of Lembang ya all shady to the tomb of his grandfather's alm Qia," said Grandma Mira.

"Ready Grandma. Wah Grandma cooked a lot of gini," said Setya with a sparkling face when the Sundanese specialties were presented nicely in front of him.

"Ah this Qiana was the one who cooked not Grandma, if Qiana came home she must be the one who masakin for Grandma Nak," said Grandma, "You try it on goldfish made by her Qia, very good." Connect Grandma with her hands busy moving open a bundle of banana leaves containing goldfish pais.

"This was Setya once brought this to Nek during High School" said Setya enthusiastically.

　

~Beauty will always lead to happiness, even though it has to go through a bitter process that is not easy to go through. But always be sure and plant in the heart, that the fruit of goodness will always exist~ Ina az-Zahra.

Thank you for reading my work, greetings from me, may you always be in good health and always in His protection, aamiin.