Short Story (Cerpen)

romantic love story

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Comfortable, perhaps it was the only word that could describe my mood as I looked at the graceful look on her face. Because it's so hard to describe my feelings in words.

Dance.yeah, call it Dance. A girl who is able to make me understand, 'How her senses are made by God.' Maybe too much, but this is what I feel.

In rest or no teachers, I spent more just looking at his face. Dimples that adorn his left cheek further add charm to him. Plus his funny behavior makes me never saturated to continue to pay attention to him.

The days keep changing, and the sense of it is getting bigger. A taste I can't pour in words. At first I only intended to keep this feeling, because I felt it was inappropriate for him. He's too perfect for me. But I don't know which wind made me change direction. Turned to be from mere admiring to a desire to have. Yes, have his heart and love.

I started trying to approach him, even if only through SMS. I was too embarrassed to speak directly to him. As I thought, it's not easy to get close to him. Her attitude was so frozen the first time I sent her an SMS. The SMS I sent was only answered with the words 'Yes', 'Ohh', 'No too'. 'O Allah, is your angel so cute??' my screams are inward.

His name is also love. No matter how cold he is to me, my intentions will not stop. Day after day I try to get closer to him. Through the attention and love poems of my creation that I deliberately send to him to signal that I love him. I wish he had the same feeling for me. I don't understand myself, I who used to be stiff and can never be romantic towards girls is now changing. I was able to string words together to make a poem for her, even if it was still so simple.

Day after day passed, our relationship grew closer and I began to get positive signals from my efforts during this time. He who was so ignorant at first began to pay more attention to me. It started with a short message he sent me one afternoon,

'Arief has eaten?'. I was quite surprised at that moment.

And I answered with, 'Alhamdulillah. Emmm, so much attention from Arief?'

'It was wrong, right?' The answer.

'No, even Arief is happy, ' I replied again.

Since then he has increasingly shown that he also has the same taste for me. And of course I also more dare to pay attention to him, without telling him my true feelings. Once terbesit in the mind want to have his heart, by shooting him.

'uh? Shoot it? Are you brave for Rief? Can you really Rief? And if he's brave and he can, does he want your life? Nyadar donk if you are nothing compared to other guys who again PDKT also the same him.' I murmured in my heart.

If you haven't tried how to know the answer. 'Once the screen grows back and forth we abstain'. Since then I started strategizing how to shoot him. Starting from words, help properties and atmosphere. But it's always a dead end.

As usual I SMS-an the same him, an angel for an Arief. After a few minutes the SMS-an was somehow possessed by a ghost from which I dared to send an SMS which for the first time showed blatantly that I love her.

'Emmm, Dance. Actually Arief has a crush on a girl, and wants to reveal Arief's feelings to him. But Arief was afraid of being rejected.' Reveal it via SMS.

'Whose crush is that anyway? If you haven't tried how to know.' The answer.

'Because, if you haven't tried, definitely won't know'. Welcome me again.

'If Dance can know which girl Arief taxis is who the hell?' tanyanya.

'Emmm, if Tari knows Arief is afraid that Tari is angry and does not believe.' I answered with shame mixed with fear when he knew the truth.

'You know donk. Dari promise will believe and not be angry Rief'. Persuaded it.

I gave up, 'The girl.'

'Who is Rief?' doubt tanya.

'Yes, does Arief need to prove this all in front of the first-class teams?' I answered without hesitation.

In that instant I felt as if my blood was flowing faster, my heart beating faster. I wonder if there is an answer from him.

'Tari actually likes Arief, too'. Answer her.

'really?'. My answer was short as if I could not believe what I was reading at the time. My heart is like jumping with joy. But that joyous leap seemed to be such a painful fall as I recalled my words that I would shoot him in front of my classmates.

'Yes, it is Rief. Dance wait yes promise.' Her speech.

'Where is yah?' I asked in my heart how to shoot him.

The days keep changing. I started to get the words I was going to say when I shot him later and most importantly, a piece of courage. Just waiting for the right time and atmosphere.

October 18, 2012, was originally normal for me. But after the break I got very good news, the teachers will be meeting after the break. 'The right time' I said in my heart.

Classrooms are as crowded as a traditional market. Some are busy studying, some are busy humping, some are busy singing, and some are even busy trying to treat other friends. Yet I was just sitting sweetly in my chair, hesitating between 'shooting' or 'other time'.

Thought too. 'If I do it next time, will I get a chance as good as this? All right, it's time. It's Show Time's'.

'Guys, can you ask for a little time? Just a little.' I started with confidence.

'I'm here to tell you that I have a debt with someone, not a debt of money or goods. But promise debt.' I said with a slight glance at Dance. And he doesn't seem to know that I'm going to shoot him.

'My debt is a promise debt, a promise to someone that I will shoot him in front of you all. And that person is Dance.' Some of my friends cheered, because some already know the closeness of me and Dance. Unlike the others, Dance's pretty face turned pale. As if I couldn't believe what I was saying.

I immediately approached her, knelt in front of her, and looked into her beautiful eyes. Sembari…

'Dance, Arief loved Dance a long time ago. Arief loves Dance. Although initially Dance cuek same Arief, but Cuek Dance even make Arief increasingly trying to show the affection. And now, Arief wants the same dance. Want to be Arief's girlfriend? So the companion of Arief's days? So Arief's heart vacuum filler?'

For a moment the mood became silent

and at that time also received dance to be the girlfriend of the arief, the,

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time passed until the time when the arief married I dance in front of their parents

with the word "SAH" they become husband and wife until they grow old

seriated

*ok brother is my first short story hopefully in the future bjsa even better 🤔👍