Monster Labile

Likes are Not Love

This time I will try to interpret the meaning of love that I have not realized.Yes actually I have liked-more precisely often, but only a few can make me react, but only a few can make me react, as triggered as possible. I love someone without knowing what the cause is. Is it because of the stature? Body posture? Or something else, I really want to know. This time I will talk more deeply about myself.

Does love need a reason?

Remembering the events of childhood when he was still sitting in elementary school, that time his cellphone again trend. I got Nadia's phone number, which is arguably the prettiest girl in class. I don't know where I got his number considering I'm a shy person let alone close to a girl. Then I texted each other, this is the first time I've ever sent a message to a girl. Without further ado I immediately sent a coded message, I still remember the time it rained heavily. I lay there waiting for a reply from him, smiling indistinctly. Most of what I remember most from the coded message "H&N" yes! H it's my name and N it's him, obviously but somehow after that there's no more reply from him. I think he realized it.

New news came when I was chewing on a pentol. Not news anyway more precisely gossip that Nadia dating the same? I forgot his name which was obviously our classmate. I don't remember it because we're not very familiar. Wait.. what? Sd boy dating!! Well that's just gossip. It crossed my mind that I couldn't possibly win with her, so I let go of the doi. The feeling was immediately attached as a sign that the doi was already owned, well it was just gossip anyway.

The day went on as usual I was sometimes scolded by teachers for my weakness in the subject area and strangely I like the same doi who is smarter.

I feel awkward. How can I?

I'm getting ready for tutoring because it's about to take the graduation exam. I stood in front of the mirror to choose a shirt, there was a green shirt that looked like the shirt I used to wear and a new shirt. My mother felt strange about this child who preferred the seedy green clothes, at that time I felt very excited with my sincere smile.

As usual there were not many people, I set foot in the dusty school field. I accidentally saw a student of my class hanging out on a big mango tree. I went up to them and hung out upstairs. There was nothing special at that time, only it felt ordinary near the doi. I asked..

New student registration has opened, I enrolled at SMPN 1 Tanjung. I saw a lot of people wanting to sign up. This is where I used to be, going to school. I was amazed trying to imagine being the best student without a test. Well that's how it's inversely proportional. Grass weeds a lot in this school yard, the cool and cloudy atmosphere gives its own special.

Still destined to approach Nadia. He enrolled in this school as well, probably because in this school there are acceleration classes for outstanding students. The feeling was still ordinary there was no intention to approach him.

My mom couldn't sleep all night thinking about whether I'd be accepted into the school, I convinced my mom again not to worry, I will pass because the test at the school is very easy compared to the graduation exam. I miraculously saw my grade on the notice board "80" woh a very rare value I got.

Then I have new days and new friends. Like going to school on a bike I bought from a neighbor next door. At that time I was still alone going to school through Loyang road suddenly Nadia beside me with a female bicycle that has a basket in front of her. His presence was shocking but even more shocking was the sentence he had just uttered. He said "i'm going with you. I was afraid yesterday someone was driving to hold my thigh while on the trip" only contact me surprised considering Loyang street housing is still a little. I also nodded in silence a thousand words.

Actually I pity him why not his parents who drove him to school, Nadia did not tell him. It's a serious matter but I'm speechless, Nadia was just behind me following me every pass on this road until I finally realized she was no longer following me or meeting me, maybe her parents drove her.

The feeling is still ordinary maybe because I just like it..