Return of Romantic Artists

The Come Back 1

My name is Elman D. Philiph, I am one of the students of the English literature who since childhood has lived in Indonesia, and I am familiarly called children with the call of Maman, but my best friend called me a beaver, because my nose is sharp and pointy.

The name of my best friend is Livana Larasati, a beautiful native girl who is really the face of Indonesia. He was my best friend from the time I was as small as a grain of rice until I became one of the students at the State University in Hero City.

Never a day did I get away from him since childhood even when in High School many thought I was his girlfriend, but firmly I deny, because there is no special relationship between me and him. When I got back together in college with him I and he confirmed to all my friends that we had no special relationship.

My college friends and even my classmates asked me about teenage Livana who can indeed be said to be so beautiful and charming in the eyes of the men and girls who envy her, because it was immediately popular since the beginning of college.

“Eh Man, you are very familiar with Livana, a student of economics faculty,” said my classmate benny.

“Iya, why Ben?” my answer.

“I can't deket same him? I was really interested when I saw him,”

“Waduh, if the problem I can not give a decision, try to ask him directly,” I replied casually.

“You will be the friend, help your classmate this little bit,”

“Help how, since the school era to college, all my friends always ask for help to pdkt in to him, but he does not want bro, mending directly meet him deh,”

“Huft, okay then, only if I can get acquainted, you help yes,”

“Ready boss hahaha,” I replied with a laugh.

The hour hand showed at exactly 12 noon, the hour of my course was all over, I went and walked to the parking lot to pick up my bike and go home, but the troublemaker immediately came to me and surprised me.

“Hoooeeee, cuey very anyway, until it doesn't happen to me???” livana shouted in my ear.

“Eh... This buset is a child, this is a wooee ear, not a microphone,”.

“Hehehe, cung. earlier there was a classmate of yours who would like to know me, his name is Benny,”.

“Hmmmm.. yes I know, earlier he directly I asked acquaintance with you rather than I helped him, would be troublesome,” with a flat expression I replied.

“Cung you why the hell, your expression is so very,”

“Why, bosen aja from our childhood to so big, I still answer the same question from your brown horsemen,”

“Hmmmm... Are you jealous, Cung??? Sorry yes Cung, understand me kece and famous hahaha,” answer proud of myself.

“Hadeh, yes.iya famous, let's go home not?”

“Oh Yes Cung, let's go home,”

We both came home with my matic horse that has always accompanied me since High School, I saw in my motorcycle rearview how beautiful this woman who is loyal to me, in my imagination always wondered if she could be mine later. With my daydream it was then from behind I was hit by him right on the helmet.