Loving You Secretly

One Love is Yours

Comfortable, perhaps it was the only word that could describe my mood as I looked at the graceful look on her face. Because it's so hard to describe my feelings in words.

Dance.yeah, call it Dance. A girl who is able to make me understand, “How her senses are God's creation.” Maybe too much, but this is what I feel.

In rest or no teachers, I spent more just looking at his face. Dimples that adorn his left cheek further add charm to him. Plus his funny behavior makes me never saturated to continue to pay attention to him.

The days keep changing, and the sense of it is getting bigger. A taste I can't pour in words. At first I only intended to keep this feeling, because I felt it was inappropriate for him. He's too perfect for me. But I don't know which wind made me change direction. Turned to be from mere admiring to a desire to have. Yes, have his heart and love.

I started trying to approach him, even if only through SMS. I was too embarrassed to speak directly to him. As I thought, it's not easy to get close to him. Her attitude was so frozen the first time I sent her an SMS. SMS I sent was only replied with the words “Iya”, “Ohh”, “Gak also”. “Yes Allah, so cute is this angel of yours??” my screams are inward.

His name is also love. No matter how cold he is to me, my intentions will not stop. Day after day I try to get closer to him. Through the attention and love poems of my creation that I deliberately send to him to signal that I love him. I wish he had the same feeling for me. I don't understand myself, I who used to be stiff and can never be romantic towards girls is now changing. I was able to string words together to make a poem for her, even if it was still so simple.

Day after day passed, our relationship grew closer and I began to get positive signals from my efforts during this time. He who was so ignorant at first began to pay more attention to me. It started with a short message he sent me one afternoon,

“Arief have you eaten?”. I was quite surprised at that moment.

Then I replied with, “Alhamdulillah already. Emmm, so much attention from Arief?”

“It is wrong huh?” The answer.

“No, even Arief happy kok”, I replied again.

Since then he has increasingly shown that he also has the same taste for me. And of course I also more dare to pay attention to him, without telling him my true feelings. Once terbesit in the mind want to have his heart, by shooting him.

“Hah? Shoot it? Are you brave for Rief? Can you really Rief? And if he's brave and he can, does he want your life? Nyadar donk if you are nothing compared to other guys who again PDKT also the same him.” I murmured in my heart.

If you haven't tried how to know the answer. “Once the screen grows back and we abstain”. Since then I started strategizing how to shoot him. Starting from words, help properties and atmosphere. But it's always a dead end.

As usual I SMS-an the same him, an angel for an Arief. After a few minutes the SMS-an was somehow possessed by a ghost from which I dared to send an SMS which for the first time showed blatantly that I love her.

“Emmm, Dance. Actually Arief has a crush on a girl, and wants to reveal Arief's feelings to him. But Arief is afraid of being rejected.” Reveal it via SMS.

“Whose crush is the same? If you have not tried how to know.” The answer.

“Berih also, if not tried definitely will not know”. Welcome me again.

“If Tari can know which girl Arief taxir is who the hell?” tanyanya.

“Emmm, it's important that Tari knows Arief is afraid of Tari being angry and not believing.” I answered with shame mixed with fear when he knew the truth.

“Tell donk. Dari promise will believe and not be angry Rief”. Persuaded it.

I also gave up, “The girl...... Tari.”.

“Which is Rief?” doubt tanya.

“Iya, do you need Arief to prove this all in front of the first-class teams?” I answered without hesitation.

In that instant I felt as if my blood was flowing faster, my heart beating faster. I wonder if there is an answer from him.

“Tari also likes Arief”. Answer her.

“Totally?”. My answer was short as if I could not believe what I was reading at the time. My heart is like jumping with joy. But that joyous leap seemed to be such a painful fall as I recalled my words that I would shoot him in front of my classmates.

“Itya really Rief. Dance wait yes promise.” Her speech.

“How to do yah?” I asked in my heart how to shoot him.

The days keep changing. I started to get the words I was going to say when I shot him later and most importantly, a piece of courage. Just waiting for the right time and atmosphere.

October 18, 2012, was originally normal for me. But after the break I got very good news, the teachers will be meeting after the break. “Exact time” I said inwardly.

Classrooms are as crowded as a traditional market. Some are busy studying, some are busy humping, some are busy singing, and some are even busy trying to treat other friends. Yet I was just sitting sweetly in my chair, hesitating between “shooting” or “lain time”.

Thought too. ”If I do it next time, will I get a chance as good as this? All right, it's time. It’s Show Time”.

“Friends, may I have a little time? A little bit of kok.” I started with confidence.

“I'm here to tell you that I have a debt with someone, not a debt of money or goods. But promise debt.” I said with a slight glance at Dance. And he doesn't seem to know that I'm going to shoot him.

“My debt is a promise debt, a promise to someone that I will shoot him in front of you all. And that person is Tari.” Some of my friends cheered, because some already know the closeness of me and Dance. Unlike the others, Dance's pretty face turned pale. As if I couldn't believe what I was saying.

I immediately approached her, knelt in front of her, and looked into her beautiful eyes. Sembari…

“Dance, Arief likes Dance for a long time. Arief loves Dance. Although initially Dance cuek same Arief, but Cuek Dance even make Arief increasingly trying to show the affection. And now, Arief wants the same dance. Want to be Arief's girlfriend? So the companion of Arief's days? So Arief's heart vacuum filler?”

A moment of silence…

“Iya, Dance to.” Answer's short.

“Finally...............!!!!!” I screamed in my heart

It didn't end with just that, then I said a sentence to her.

“Arief has 2 eyes that always want to see you, have 2 hands that always want to hold you, 1 brain that always thinks of you, and 1 LOVE that is now yours.”

“Hehe, a little bit dreadlocks.” My laughter is in my heart.

We went through the next days with different status, “Berpaaran”. How lucky I am to have you!. But as the saying goes, “There is no ivory that does not crack”, “There are no boils that do not swell”, and “There is no tuyul that is not bald”. Our love story does not always go well. We were also troubled, but the power of love always kept us together again. I love him, and so does he. I hope it's not the third person or the other problems that have us separated. But it's just a situation where one of us can't breathe anymore.

We always make every problem we face a lesson that is best for us. Lessons for understanding, understanding, and caring for each other.