My Enemy, My Secret Admiral

Love Letter Submission

As Ashley climbed down the stairs, Vanno appeared to enter from the outside with a small box in her hand.

“There are more deliveries!” vanno said as he swung the box in his hand.

“Who's Between Bang?” asked Ashley while approaching Vanno.

“Abang courier!”

Ashley opened the box. This time it contained a pink envelope and key chains that depicted a man and a woman standing side by side.

“Well, right. My secret admirer all this time it's a guy!” murmured Ashley while walking to the dining room.

“But not necessarily Wildan right?” timpal Vanno's.

“We'll see later!” reply Ashley who is ready to open a love letter from her secret admirer.

“Waaaaah, really long content!” murmured Ashley who then folded it back and put it in an envelope.

He chose to enjoy his breakfast first and read the letter in the car. Ashley's breakfast this morning was in such a hurry that she couldn't wait to read the letter.

Five minutes to enjoy breakfast and after that Ashley said goodbye to her mother's father and waited for Vanno in the car.

“The hope is speeding very dear. Usually also the last ending!” chirps Papa Teysar.

“Biasaaa, if you fall in love again is very difficult to fight!” timpal Vanno still enjoys his breakfast.

“Tahu aja Abang nih, I wait in the car yaa!”

Ashley runs into the car and opens the envelope of her love letter.

💌💌💌

Dear Ashley Addara's,

a beautiful woman who always tickles my heart.

How are you today?

Ah, how strange I am. Why do I even bother asking? Honestly, I know your news. Every morning, after worship and some body cleaning — read your timeline and tweets on social media so a habit that I never missed.

If only you had found this writing and known that the words you were reading were about you I guarantee you would have chuckled softly knowing how petty I was.

But for today, I want you to know something. I don't care if you say I'm a loser. You can also consider me a man who has no courage. When the confession sentence can only be spoken in an orderly manner, allow this writing to be the intermediary.

Do you remember that morning? Brief introduction because you just asked me what my name was. Then you threw a joke that made me laugh. Of course we're not alone. There's me, you, and some people around us.

Surprisingly, despite only a glimpse of your encounter, to this day I still remember the crisp sound of your laughter. How your eyes wrinkle when you smile. Your lips that you automatically bite when you can't answer the various taunts we make. I feel like you're a fun person and I want to always get to know you more deeply.

Our next meeting is not usually lost. You and I met at a dinner together, shared a table and took a side dish from the same plate. In the midst of the claws of many people who were buzzing in the ears, the friendly smile returned I found.

Seeing your lips alone makes me crumble. Ah, or just me being overconfident feels that smile is what you're pointing at for me. From then on, I wanted to create a moment so we could get back together. Holding a feeling like this sometimes makes me feel crazy.

Admiring you for so long, unknowingly forming me into a god-level observer

For me, the tough test is when you and I have to sit face to face and inevitably have to look at each other. I'm afraid you can catch another twinkle from my eye. If you look at it for so long, it could be a taste that all this time I just held tight spilled — into the air.

The smell of love that I have folded neatly for so long can not guarantee it does not reach your nose that is only as close as close.

Even without looking at each other, know that you and the little things about you are never knocked out of your head.

Are you still forgetful, until you leave the map containing important documents on the seat of the parked vehicle unattended?

Liking you for so long has made me a very good person to read signs. My eyes used to sweep your yard every morning, looking for your well-parked vehicle.

If your vehicle isn't there, it's a sign you're going to school. Or, you're just being lazy and want to be delivered in your papa or big brother's car.

You may not realize how much I've been watching you. You don't really need to know. Enough for me to make sure your life is smooth and without flaws. Just looking at you from afar, I never mind.

My mom and dad said I was in love with you. Sometimes I wonder, is love always this crazy? My mind is like a tree. At each end of the stalk, you're the long-awaited estuary.

Kuafs. Every now and then my mind just drifts to a place I wish I could be named “Kita” 

People say hope is the most inevitable source of heartache. And I am a stubborn person who is willing to put up his body to receive the pain that will come. Honestly, I often imagine what it would be like if we could be together. Unite 2 my-and us so one “kita” that is not separated spaces and pauses.

Sometimes I like to watch you busy with textbooks in the library. I also often steal glances when you look serious about work. If only I had dared to go to your side. Accompany your saturation who might suddenly attack. If only I could accompany you to lunch. I will choose a food menu that must contain vegetables.

While eating, we can talk a lot. You may be itching to tell me about the development of hacking systems that are always interesting for you to discuss. I will listen, while occasionally chiming in and giving input.

When tired of serious topics, we can exchange stories about films and songs that are now the subject of conversation. Whatever topic you bring to the conversation table, I'll be happy to listen.

If “kita” it does exist. I hope that the steps I am taking right now are indeed leading to it. You always fill my mind. I want to do this and that. But in the end the best way I think is to be silent, to observe you, while continuing to carry your name in silent prayer strings.

Loving you without ever revealing it — lets me know: the best love is love that remains simple

Before falling in love with you without a plan, I thought love was always filled with brown-pink colors and flowers. I never realized that the best love was a sense that remained grounded and simple.

Whether we're together or not, you still need to know. Your presence I never regretted. Your existence taught me many things to be grateful for

As ordinary people, I want us to be together. It has been imagined how much fun the days of your time can always be found on the side. But even if those plans and hopes don't materialize, your existence I'll never regret.

You taught me that love is giving. Be as good as you are, without worrying whether such great love will return.

Your presence makes me believe. Love is always under His most powerful hand. Some things need to be worked on, but the end result just needs to be handed over.

Loving you in silence for so long opens my eyes: so many forms of effort can be done outside of seducing and trading a mere sweet promise.

Thank you, there's been. Thank you for the lesson you brought without having to choke me with a long sermon.

If we come together, you don't have to worry. You get me, the person who has been silently praying for you various good.

But if our destiny is not to be one — you also have to keep this in your head. Those prayers never go away. Whatever happens, you will not lose a good petitioner.

From me,

Who in silence always admires you.

💌💌💌

Ashley immediately folded the letter and looked towards Vanno who was focusing on driving.

“Baaang!” call Ashley spoiled.

“Hemmm!”

“His letter really made me fall in love! I doubt this guy is Wildan. As far as I know, Wildan is not this romantic!”

“Kan brother told me from yesterday. You are even wayward!”

“Eh, but it could be that he turned into a romantic because he was in love again right?” reply Ashley who still remained chuckled with his stance.

“So you actually fell in love with your secret admirer is it Wildan?” ask Vanno to investigate.

“Just fall in love with the contents of the letter anyway!” reply Ashley made Vanno could only shake his head.