Shasya's Love Story
About Shasya
Love is a word that is always considered special. A word that makes you smile but also makes you cry at the same time. Makes you able to survive, but also able to make you lose hope to stay alive, but not only that Love can also make you turn into others. makes you forget your happiness just to see him happy. silly all? yes, of course, because only with these Five letters can you easily change the way you look at the world and set aside your true happiness.
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the sound of the alarm broke the silence of the morning. The sun began to emit its light through the glass of my bedroom. I opened my eyes and began to wake up from sleep. I slowly pushed my hand to take the clock on a table beside the bed trying to turn off the alarm.
"world morning." I said with passion.
I pulled my body trying to stretch the muscles that were still stiff.
after I finished, I straightened up my bed and cleaned my room, then walked out of the room and went straight to the bathroom, I immediately prepared to put on my school uniform polishing a little powder on my face and scraping lip balm on my lips.
"as always, very pretty" I smiled praising my reflection in the mirror.
after looking at myself, I went straight to the kitchen, and sat down at a table.
"morning dear" said a middle-aged man who had sat down first.
"morning dad" I replied with a smile.
after that I grabbed the toast with chocolate jam located on a plate exactly on the table. then I greedily put the bread in my mouth and chewed it. he continued by chugging the warm milk that was also on the table right in front of me
Well, today is my seventeen year anniversary, if people say sweet seventeen or the beginning of maturity. While chewing my bread, I asked my mother to make a small celebration so that I could invite my friends and celebrate my birthday together at home.
"Mom, today masakin nasi goreng ya, shasya want ngajak friend shasya ngerayain birthday here.
"Dear, how many people do you want?" ask mom.
"4 ma'am." I replied.
"a little dear, this is your 17th birthday, sure you don't want to invite more friends?" Mother said as if in disbelief.
"No ma'am, shasya doesn't like it too much when it's too crowded, fearing the others at awkward". I convinced mom.
Honestly, I don't really like it when my birthday is attended by a lot of people and celebrated with great fanfare. Other than just wasting money, I don't like crowds either. For me too many people will even make me awkward and become unfocused enjoying conversations with my best friend.
Yes, I am a person who is a little closed. For me, having a few sincere close friends is more important than having many friends but end-to-end in the mode.
I have 4 friends, their names are Tiara, Syifa, Nadia and Nina. They were my best friends from elementary school. And as always, I want to spend my birthday with them even if it's just a chat without direction in my house.
about achievements no doubt. I always got a general champion in school.not infrequently I won various kinds of races such as smart meticulous, science olympiad, math olympiad and others.
my single-child status made me fight harder so I could boast about my parents, not just that, because my simple family made me even more trying to maintain my achievements in order to get a scholarship to the college that I had wanted so far.
if it's a love affair, I don't seem interested in it, it's a waste of my time. actually from the beginning I went to High School quite a lot of students who tried to approach me but unfortunately none of them managed to attract my attention.
for some reason, I feel like they're just a bunch of kids who know they're just spending their parents' money, and that pisses me off.
in addition, I also often see my friends who no longer focus on school just because they have a boyfriend. and even more ridiculous I often see some of them crying until their eyes swell just because of a breakup.
gosh, that's enough to make me shudder in horror. I don't want to waste tears just for those who aren't necessarily my soul mate.
but even though my attitude was always cold and strict towards the opposite sex who tried to approach me, still they did not give up. even their number increased every year. until now, exactly after I was in third grade and almost finished my school, there are still people who expressed their feelings for me. Severely my class siblings also participated.it managed to make me disturbed.
their behavior like that makes me never again out of class other than to the toilet.In fact I have never set foot in the cafeteria again. because decided to bring supplies to avoid them-they.
and thankfully, I have good friends.they even willing to bring supplies from home and accompany me to eat in class.
sometimes I also feel guilty to them. because of my very cold nature towards men, finally making them have to be intermediaries to convey greetings, letters and even gifts.
to be honest I was very angry with the men who used my friends, but even though I went berserk, it still did not make them stop.
I wonder, why the students today are too busy chasing the love of the monkey and even forget the lesson. is not the task of students learning so that later when adults learn the results can be their way to success? moreover, they are men who will later become the head of the family. Shouldn't they try harder to succeed? I don't know, I still don't understand.
The clock on the wall is 7:20. I took my bag and my provisions and walked out of the house rushing in my shoes.
"oh yes the motor key" I said then without my eyes continue to search for the motor key. After I met, I went straight to my mom and dad.
" Shasya said goodbye father, mother" I said, kissing my parents' hands.
"Be careful dear" said my mother, stroking my hair.
"don't speed!!" father's orders
" ready commander", I said then ran towards the motorcycle that was parked in front of the door.
I turned on my bike and then at the speed I drove my bike to school.
