Masalalu Story

chapter 14

a glimpse of my life that was ever experienced

I reminisced about how I timidly stole a glance at Diajeng sitting on the front bench, admiring every strand of her hair that intersected in the style of a sweet artist and her smile blessed my heart Di as well as her gently glowing eyes.

I never even dared to look directly at him or speak longer, because my body suddenly felt stiff and unable to move.

Every night, never unheard of imagining the figure of the dream of the heart before going to sleep even often visit decorate dreams, incarnate angels dressed in colorful colors and brilliant wings.

What a dashyat “battle” hearts from this first love.

Too bad, I did not have the slightest courage to approach intensely. It's nothing, I feel inferior every time I face him. On social status he has “derajat” higher than me who is just a son of ordinary civil servants who live in the village

Every day the marwah was driven to school by the father's car while I rode a bicycle or sometimes on a crowded walk with friends to school. I was very sad and finally thought I was not the one who deserved to be with him . I have an acute and severe inferiority stage that I actually experience in women who I like very much (something I later regret in the next few years).

One day Diajeng came to me near our class. My feet suddenly trembled and my tongue was feeling faint

I can't say anything. Just stupefied (more precisely gaping).

I can't believe it's like I got a gift this big. I was like the character of Ikal in the love story when I first met a woman when buying chalk at Toko Sinar Permata. There were butterflies flying and beautiful flowers scattered in front of me and him. It's exquisite.

Until then he jerked my daydreams with a soft laugh, which, aceh is fascinating. Like an 8-scala richter earthquake, it has the potential for a tsunami that shakes the deepest recesses. This is an amazing gift that is completely unexpected and highly expected.

And so with all the sincerity and willingness, I accompanied and taught Diajeng to learn mathematics on the porch of his magnificent home at least twice a week. With valiantly various mighty knights in armor riding a frivolous horse - I rode my Orange colored Jengki bike to his house which is approximately 2 km from my house.

My butut bike is always driven fast to get there, can't wait to meet soon. Often times the bike chain is off on the side of the road and it is inconvenient for me to put it back on.

I've dressed up neatly wearing green tancho hair oil that has amazing sticky power and gives the effect of the sule artist hair style in the movie “Godfather" and spray my father cheap perfume from home. A systematic romantic attempt to (slightly) increase the degree of good looks.

Although finally the appearance was in vain when everything faded when it arrived there by the sweat pouring profusely due to tired pedaling the bike. All those “suffering” paid off in cash just by looking at his sweet smile that greeted me, like an artist greeting the idol in an episode of present-day soap opera 🙂