Loving You Secretly

This Class Glass Window

Sitting in the corner of the back row bench right next to the translucent glass window directly to his class. From there I began to know her beautiful face from behind the glass window of this class. The moment I was waiting for finally arrived as well, she left her class. Both my eyeballs were directly on him. I don't know why my soul suddenly shook so hard when I looked at him walking quietly away from his class. It was probably because I looked at her thin, red, always wet lips, and those beautiful eyes, which seemed to lead me to sink into her beauty.

“Adi please pay attention to mom if mom is explaining!” said Eni's mother with her floor to me. These words seemed to force me to turn my eyes away from HIM.

“Iya ma'am!” I answered, bowing my head to the wooden table full of scribbles that I never knew who the author was.

The second break bell has rung, Ms. Eni must be forced to end her math lesson this time.The students there are some who go to class

“Come..! I'm also thirsty again nih”

We also went to the cafeteria, while walking to the cafeteria I did not think I would meet him. My heart suddenly beat faster like a war drum and my head was raining millions of tons of ice from the north pole, when he saw him walking towards me and he looked me in the face. My eyes seemed to be unceasingly looking at her beautiful face and her hair that she had let fall was cluttered on her forehead which added to her beautiful face like a heavenly angel that fell to the earth. The distance between him and me getting closer was probably only about two meters. Inside my brain was planned to greet him but my tongue seemed to have reached its freezing point, it was as if it felt so frozen and so hard to say his name and was just a smile that I could lay on him as a gesture of my love for him. I didn't expect him to throw a smile at me as he walked across my body. My blood felt pumped so hard and flowed so fast from toe to head when I saw her sweet smile.

The school bell had rung but my mind was still held hostage in the second break. It was as if his smile had not escaped my mind. For three months I admired him from behind the glass windows of this class, watching him laugh merrily with his friends. And for these three months I was just talking about his name and the news of his very rich parents, not even from the results of my introductions or my conversations with him, but the results of finding out from my friends. Perhaps this love would never have been conveyed to her, the economic gulf between her and me was plastered so deeply. my friends said he was the son of a wealthy coal businessman while I was just the son of a shackle laborer, being able to attend this High School was lucky for me, maybe I can get him. Maybe it's true people say that poor people like me are haram for dating. I do not deserve him, where maybe the son of a slave laborer can be with him, but it's okay, let me keep this feeling in my heart, let me take this love from behind the glass window of this class. Sometimes love does not have to be. Then let it be only me and the window of this class who know this feeling of love.