Manful Guys Overseas
The Love Letter Tragedy
At night I was awake at the desk. Ga other and not because of thinking about what to write in the 'love letter' fuck I have to make for Aya. The clock on the wall was already showing the number 11 and I should have gone to bed early because tomorrow I should be back at school at 05:30.
10 minutes, 20 minutes, even up to an hour I still belom wrote a word for this 'love letter. I don't know and don't know what to write in this letter. I don't know about love, I don't know girls' minds, and I don't know how to melt girls' hearts. If asked how to be cool to a girl maybe I have written eight hundred words in one hour less summarized in an essay.
I grabbed my hair with both hands, forcing my brain to work extra hard while occasionally muttering 'Errggghh', or 'Arghhh', or the words that defined my state at the time. I rubbed my face and then took the phone lying next to the blank paper, looking back for references to the contents of love letters on the internet that I tried a while ago. I re-read the examples of love letters in a concise manner that always succeeded in making my stomach tingly. My pair of eyeballs are not strong to read the real version of 'love letter' circulating on the internet.
Is this what you call a love letter? Hid.
I smiled and snapped my fingers and soon started writing my own version of love letters.
The pen in the right hand is now dancing beautifully on a stage called white paper while showing the elegance it has. Less than ten minutes the pen was dancing and now he was lying limp on the floor, tired of dancing abis directly invited to check in with om-om who wriggled his exotic dance.
After a while, I read my own 'love letter. I muttered in my heart:
Okay, love letter is done. And I want to see your expression after reading my 'love' letter.
In the morning I was awakened by an alarm that echoed through my room, a sound that grew increasingly hateful. And I'm sure someday when I hear the same sound again, I'll hate this sound even if I don't sleep. With my eyes closed, my right hand popped out from under the blanket trying to grab the phone to turn off the alarm. After turning off the alarm I immediately took a duck bath while holding the cold water ice.
The bath is over, the bath is over, and I am now complete with a blue white uniform and then rushed to the dining table.
Mampus...
I forgot that auntie didn't come home today because yesterday afternoon complained about not feeling well so I told her to rest at home. And the impact this morning there is no food presented on the table while the clock has shown the number 5 over ten. I undo the intention to breakfast and then check the completeness of the contents of the bag starting from the apron wrap coffee until the love letter. God, I almost forgot that my football hat was confiscated by that jerk Aya.
Then I ran to the trash to look for the piece of the ball next to it. Fortunately, the piece was still in the trash. I cleaned a little with tap water and put it in a bag and went to school with a stomach filled with wind.
Tatib (Cowok): YESTERDAY IN VIOLATION OF THE RULES, GO AHEAD NOW WITH YOUR DUTY!
I then left Ojan who was tidying up his attributes and in the fingers of my right hand now tucked an envelope containing 'love letter' for Aya, or more properly called 'my letter of vengeance for you'. At a glance Ojan whispered: successful shoot the hatibnya! Really bangke this kid.
At the time of the surrender process, there is a female suspect who gives a love letter while looking down with a red face and this is realized by other tattoos. Can be guessed the continuation of the suspect this girl is like how. I don't need to explain the misfortune of this poor woman.
Then it was time for me to give my love letter to Aya. I walked slowly while slightly*** the end of the envelope.
I: This is my love letter to my sister.
I gave the envelope while raising my right lip, trying to forcefully smile. I looked into her eyes with a gaze that had an implied message: mamam tuh love letter!
Aya took the love letter quickly and directly put it in her blazer pocket.
Aya: Back to the line.
Although he did not scream, but he said quickly and the tone in his voice was flat but his eyes stared sinisterly at my eyes, without blinking. After the 'court' was dissolved, I returned to the line and now I'm standing next to Ojan.
Ojan: How's your friend? Smoothly?
I: Well, most tomorrow I'm called again.
The next day when I came to school, I was immediately greeted by the recipient of my love letter. Without further ado, he immediately shouted and he did not care at all that the new students were directly paying attention to him.
AYA: YOU COME WITH ME NOW! STILL A NEW STUDENT BUT KAYAK GINI'S BEHAVIOR!
He said that while taking out my gift love letter that was already shaped into a ball from his black blazer pocket. A second later the letter was thrown towards the trash can and his hand began to forcefully pull my left arm, leaving the field and going into a classroom. From the corner of my eye to the right, I can see Ojan shaking his head, care!
Arriving in class, my eyes widened in shock at the contents of the class. It turned out that the classroom was filled with nine people wearing black white striped blazers on his back, waiting for me to come with Aya.
Today, I'm dead. Forgive your favorite son's mistakes, mam, pap...
