SEVENTEEN LINE

Coincidentally - 1

Aini

Meetings are the path to a fantasy-filled story FZ

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“For Aini”, said Wella who had arrived in class earlier than me.

“For Wella, tumben came quickly”, I mocked Wella who usually always comes late.

“Duhhh, yes time OSIS Secretary always comes late”, said Wella while laughing at me.

Wella went out of class laughing. I put my bag on the table and sat on my bench.

Suddenly I saw a box in my desk drawer. I took the box and I saw the contents. It has chocolate and letters. It looks just like the letter I got on my birthday yesterday. I opened the letter and read it.

“For Aini Tamaro. Have a nice day. How happy are you today? Hm, definitely keep cheerful as usual right? You know you don't. I've always been jealous of Aldo. It looks so good to be like Aldo. Aldo is always by your side, and I? I can only see you from a distance. Hm, but it's okay while you keep smiling I'm happy. I also sometimes think that you guys are dating huh? Eh. but if it is, then I do not have a chance dong close to you. jaudah deh I would like to be close to Aldo. Have a nice day for you Aini Tamaro. Hope you like chocolate.

❖** Yoga*”*

I just smiled at the letter. Hm, I am also actually still curious, who is the sender of the letter. But, yeah how about it again. I guess this person did not dare to meet or talk to me directly. I'm out of class and looking for Wella, who knows if Wella knows who put this box in my desk drawer. Wella came earlier than me.

I saw Wella talking to Aldo, like they were talking about OSIS. Duh, I did bother Wella.

Aldo just looked at me confused.

“You saw the person who placed the box under the table I don't Well?”

“No. Why?”, said Wella.

“Oh, yauda. There is nothing kok”

“When there is nothing you do ni?”, this time Aldo who talks. He seems very curious. I have to try to be ordinary, so that Aldo does not ask strange questions later on to me.

“Yes there is nothing Do. Yes, I want to go back to”

I left those who had talked to me both.

Wella doesn't know anything about this box. Duh, who else should I ask? If I wanted to write these letters, I wouldn't be able to. This letter, however, has entered my memory.

The bell rang and Wella was by my side. Our biology teacher also entered the class.

Being ‘dumb amat’ is very difficult. Not infrequently I always think or even really bother me. Many things can not be forgotten just because we want to forget. Because something we want to forget will be something we remember very much in our minds. That's the real suggestion that ever existed. So, don't overdo it. Just ordinary. Get used to being used to getting used to it.