Mystery of Love

Raining

This is the most annoying part of my life. It feels like if I'm told to repeat life again I'll choose to jump over it or just cancel it. It feels really embarrassing to tell about this part, my pride feels like being trampled on because of my own stupidity but yes want how else it is a piece of the story that ever happened to me. And here's my story

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That morning on Sunday, without prior notice we were told to go home for a while for members of the DPD because of our age, Ima and Ima are 17 years old.

Someone was waiting to pick us up. Cak Imam and Cak Harjo. they asked permission to take us home and will immediately return us again to the cottage after finishing voting.

The priestess and Cak Harjo were already waiting for us in front of the gate instead of at the office . I walked hand in hand with Ima heading towards them while having a small quarrel

"make me zinc with the priest?" say

"Moh enake. peanut together with cak harjo" mbak Ima answered me sewot

I'm a little upset after some of the events that have happened. Cak Harjo looks sewot not ignoring me. I'm the one who lost of course would not want to be bonceng to cak harjo who put a jutek mode as if not know me

I also headed for his bike cak harjo because I had no other choice. He pulled the helmet he had brought to me without a word. I immediately put it on and ride behind him by giving distance between me and him so as not to stick even though there is a climb on the trip later. I held the iron tight in the back seat so that my body could be balanced.

during the journey we were silent a thousand languages, no one made a sound to each other. Maybe he's still angry at my rejection or maybe he's got other reasons I don't know.

Before the bridge I accidentally saw a young man riding on an ontel bike with a little girl in his arms who was linking his arms to the belly of the young man.

that... that.....

Cak jidin and the girl behind him I also know him, his name is Santi. His age is probably about Six years under me because he's my brother's third friend. Her son is jolly and smart even though he is from a poor family and broken home but it seems that he is excited in living his life with his grandmother.

I saw them until they were far away, duh why it hurts so much, he has moved on from me huhuhu.., I have rejected it but why now there is a pain. Bener-bener suck. I turned my face away so as not to see their romanticism.It felt like something was missing and I could not reach it again

Finally we reached the house mbak Ima. get off the motorcycle I say thank you as it passes to my house.

No matter how long I and my family went to the village hall for nyoblos.

"not ,ngkok afternoon ae"

"no Popo ta?" much

"opo.o?"

"numpak Len lak an?" I'm a little disappointed if I have to ride Len. mending dibonceng cak Harjo who is jutek than riding Len.

when I got home, I told my mother that she wanted to go back to the abis asar.

"i want aba yai crito nek Harjo gak Ndang mby Nang Dawar polake ngenteni pean. kajange ngeterno pean balik nang hut but not by ambak aba yai"

"pean Lapo doesn't sleep with jo?"

"ngrantos lare-lare kajenge mbangsulaken Ten cottage."

"mboten nak. arek-arek check mbalik dewe. pean Ndang mantuk"

like that about the conversation of my uncle and Cak Harjo.

fix I'm sure 100 percent he's not my soul mate.

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after the assar I was getting ready to go back to the cottage and wait for Len at the house mbak Ima. It turned out that fate said something else.The clear weather since morning shook and the sky shed its tears profusely.

kajange said udan ae kok Yo belibet really me this.....

the rain suddenly fell rapidly for almost an hour, making us forced to retreat our departure.

the next morning we returned to the cottage by preparing ourselves to give an excuse to Nyai why we did not go back to the cottage yesterday