Short Story (Cerpen)

Twinsamora (Part 1)

Category: Sad Love Story

Title: Twinsamora (Part 1)

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Diary, November 2009

Hmm, last time at the stop, I met a guy. He is so cool..! I don't know why I'm looking out for him. But, why do I not have the courage to do just nyamperin? Or give me a smile? anyway tomorrow I want to see him again. Even though he doesn't know I saw it. Hiiii. Yes, yes, diary. Do'ain me tomorrow can see him again…

Love, though,

Violet

– February 2011

It was the first story in Violet's diary. A story that anyone can guess, that he began to be interested in the opposite sex. Admiring the new figure he saw the morning when he was about to go to school.

Jingga let out a long sigh while smiling as she read the Diary. A Diary that has always been Violet's secret and won't share it with the Orange.

November 2009

Mozala Orange

Very sweet and cheerful 16-year-old girl. Naughty, alias do not want to be silent. Nyolot and stubborn. But, he's kind. One bad habit is to like to be late when going to school. He's the hardest to get up in the morning.

Violeta Mozala

16-year-old girl who is very sweet and likes to give up. She's graceful. Having a thick diary that always accompanies him tells about the grievances he feels.

Orange and Violet

16-year-old girl born with twins. Love each other and complement each other, even though the characters created in each of them are far different. They went to different high schools. Because Orange Likes Persada High School, while Violet likes Haluan High School. Despite not attending the same high school, they always go to school together. But, in special situations, they had to set out on their own. Like the. If Orange is late waking up. So, Violet will gladly give up and choose to go to school on the bus.

Oh yeah, even though they have a lot of differences, but they have one thing in common. RAINBOWS. They both love rainbows. Rain is something that they always wait for every day, because rain is an important means to present the beautiful ring.

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'Aaaaa.' The long cry came out suddenly from the mouth of the orange who was shocked to see the alarm clock showing at 06.35. The shout made Violet, her mother and her father who was having breakfast on the table eat the headscarves. That scream they hear very often. The hysterical cry of Orange with its delay in opening its eyes after a deep sleep at night.

Violet stood up from the chair and still with her face-decorating laughter ran upstairs to the frantic orange.

'Why buk? Is that the panic on his face?' violet Goda.

'Kok you didn't wake me up anyway Vi? Te..'

'Tell this.. You know in my scheme at what time? Huhhhh.. Violet is that!' Violet cut out the sentence that had not been finished by the orange. A sentence that always chirped orange every morning, if he woke up late.

Orange laughs loosely in between her panic. This is what Violet likes, a beautiful orange laugh and can make her feel more comfortable.

'Yes, go first. Wake up I used to cake nyampe ni eyes really-gener literate?' rutuk Orange spoiled.

'Until dear.. ask the same door of your room, how many prison because I gedor mulu? It's bruised at the door' Violet explained.

'No shitting?' sahut Orange defend themselves.

'Ihh.. Nyolot really! That's why tomorrow's the door won't lock. Onion anyway! Yes, take a shower there. Don't forget to brush your teeth. Smell this.' Violet covered her nose.

'Tell time? Hahhh.' Orange directed his breath at Violet's face. Violet just shouted while laughing.

'Udahh, take a shower there, he said late. Just talking to me. Yes, I went to the stop first? You are the same papa. My father is the same. Hehe.. Bye bauuukk's..' Violet ran out of the orange room and down the stairs.

Violet told her mom and dad then darted away towards the stop. Violet stood silently waiting for the bus to pass by, occasionally circulating her gaze around. It turns out that there are also many people who are waiting for the arrival of the bus. (it also happens to be the bus)

Violet's gaze stopped on a shady face. A face that made him want to stare continuously. Slowly, a tremor was felt in his chest. The song of love's romance began to sound from the corner of his heart. Quotes of harp strings that are so good to hear. Played by Cupid love who carries the arrow of romance and plugged it in the hearts of humans. Of love? Could that be what Violet felt? The feeling he felt for the first time. Hmm, right. It's love. Love at first sight. Violet glanced at the name tag attached to the man's shirt. William, that's his name. The guy named William was completely unaware, that there were people who were watching him. He just passed by without even looking at the person standing next to him. Only a few centimeters away. Violet just glared.

Just moment. Before long the figure moved away from Violet's gaze. The silent tall guy had already walked in the opposite direction to him. The guy wasn't waiting for the bus. The stop was just one of the places he went through when going to school.

Violet rode the bus with a carefree feeling. The empty space in his heart had already begun to be filled by the word called love. Echoing, and slowly suffocating the chest with its taste.

—

'Ma, dong pa! It is too late!' press Orange on his papa who is driving a car. Actually the school is close to his house. Walking takes less than 10 minutes.

'Habits if it's too late. You who wake up bad luck, everyone becomes a poet. Kasian Violet, right, must take the bus if you are late to wake up.' his papa lecture.

'Opa! don't talk to dong? Telat nih pa' rengek Jingga.

'The orange school section equals Violet's from end to end. It would be troublesome too if it had to be together. Orange School first, and then back to Violet school. Papa just got to the office. No, Repot, right?' add a long orange height.

'Good for your conclusion too? Okay, so from tomorrow to be fair, papa trus is not late to work, you're the same Violet take the bus only. Or you walk. Deket school is also delivered by car. Pamja the heck you' Papa stopped his lecture because it had arrived in front of the gate of Persada High School.

'Papa aja's land. The orange tree is not spoiled. Orange can be proven that Orange can also be like Violet. Look at tomorrow' reply Orange confidently before getting out of the car and running into his school yard.

The school is deserted. The bell rang five minutes ago. Maybe the first lesson has already begun. The orange accelerates its steps towards the classroom. A class located at the very end. Next to the canteen.

'Mmm. sorry Sir. I'm late' said Jingga nervously knowing that the one standing in front of the class is Mr. Tijo. Teachers who most dislike students who ngaret alias not on time.

'Overview of Mozala's orange? have you counted how many times you're late in my study hours?' sindir Pak Tijo while stopping his hands that are busy scribbling the board with Kalor formulas.

'Newly six times sir' replied Orange leisurely without sin. Still with a smile on her lips.

'Just six times?' Mr. Tijo nodded his head.

'Yes sir.' again Jingga replied with an oon look.

'Please turn right and wait until my lesson is up. Only then can you enter this class, ' Mr. Tijo said firmly.

Orange shrugs shoulders. And guiltlessly turned her back and walked away from the classroom.

Orang-orang sits in the school garden. Enjoy the freshness of the morning air while waiting for the hours of Physics lessons in his class is over.

'How come you didn't come in?' a voice greeted Jingga who was engrossed in enjoying the morning breeze.

'Tell...How come you don't come in, too?' Jingga replied to the question of the man who was currently standing next to her seat.

'Estlesson. The teacher did not come in.' replied the guy was cute and without realizing it, the guy was already sitting next to him.

'Bara' said the guy again. This time with his hand.

'Orang' without hesitation Orange returned the hand.

Just an ordinary introduction. But it made them start a new story. They exchanged stories. Laughing was witnessed by the green plants that grow in this park.

The orange heard his heart start singing. It is like a powerful magnet. He can pull her into a field called love. For the first time. Spring in the heart of Orange begins to be present. Beautiful flowers are starting to bloom. Love, ahh. is capable of paralyzing all the time we have. Orange began to stir his heart. Although Bara is a new person in her life, but she does not want to erase this new sense before letting it grow to be more beautiful. Is this as fast as it drugged my heart?, said the heart of Orange over and over again.

—

Heavy rain poured into the city of Solok. A cold fragrance began to infiltrate and filled the entire room in the house of Orange and Violet. They were sitting on the sofa enjoying a cup of hot chocolate.

'Do you have that smile, Vi? Where's kesambet?' ask Orange giggling.

'Apaan Ji, it's normal for people to smile. Worship lho' Violet's lips.

'Wild. You are also strange Ji. The aura of your face is also not as usual.'

'How's Vi? I'm getting better, huh?' janda Orange again.

'No, no. Pede is lo Ji. Yes it's different.'

'Yes, the same thing. You're weird too. From that moment the smile was mellow'

'Don't you fall in love?' yell them comp. The orange pointed its index finger at Violet. Violet pointed her index finger at the orange.

They are both silent for a duration of a few seconds. Then with cheeks that are both met they nodded.

'Falling in love on the same day. Unichowo. Hahaha' Jingga.

'True PLagiarater. Huh.' Violet tuned the ignorant face.

'Enak aja.' reply Orange ruffled waist.

Violet then throws an orange with a soft cushion and teases him all out. Orange also did not want to lose, he returned the invitation of war from Violet. They chase while throwing pillows, of course with an instant laugh from their mouths.

'Violet, Orange, the rain has stopped. Want to see the rainbow?' yelled my mom from the kitchen. From earlier mama can only shake to see her twin daughters make home as a means of playing chases.

'Belangi.' their screams are hysterical.

Pillows no longer jump in the clouds, the sound of their laughter subsides, along with the cessation of heavy rain that from earlier accompanied them to fight pillows. Quickly, their tiny legs ran out of the house. It seemed from the expressions of their bodies, that they did not want to miss the beautiful show from the sky.

They enjoyed the seven beautiful colors. No one's talking. They were both silent in their admiration. Imagined in each other's minds.

Violet is putting together a puzzle after puzzle of her heart that contains William. The guy he saw for only a few minutes. Just briefly. But that guy was able to make her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He hopes that tomorrow will be more beautiful than today. In order to always look at William's steps, look at his shady face, and see his tall body.

Another with an orange. He was painting and framing Bara's face in his heart. He doesn't want Bara to just leave. He wants, tomorrow meet again with Bara and carve a new story. Wanted to see Bara's beautiful laughter and make her gurgle. He hoped that Bara would also feel the terrible vibration he was feeling.

—

February 2011

'Orang.' Mama's soft voice was heard from outside the room. The reflex makes the orange close the Violet diary she is reading.

'Yes ma.' reply Orange from the room.

'You don't want to see the rainbow, baby?' said her mother again.

'Rainbow?..' Then orange looked towards the window of his room. The rainbow smiled at him. He did not expect, that his daydream was long and deep enough. Until it was raining, he didn't realize it.

Orange stared at the rainbow that hung beautifully at the foot of the horizon However, something she liked now felt bland in her vision. Bianglala which decomposes like bright threads looks like a boring black and white color arrangement.

'Violet.' he muttered slowly. Tears began to flow down her tiny cheeks.

Orange re-opened the Violet diary that had been grasped earlier. He went back to reading strands after strands of that thick diary, making it back within the scope of the time a year ago. Back flipping through the memories that were still clearly remembered and permanently stuck in his mind.

—

November 2009

'Kringg. kringg..' The orange quickly turned off its alarm clock that was ringing loudly.

'Guess I woke up earlier this time. Telat lo' Jingga said ketus to his alarm clock.

Not as usual. Today I woke up early. He was determined to get up early, prepare breakfast, then go to school on the bus. Just like Violet did all this time. Because he didn't want to be considered spoiled by his parents. Especially Papa. He did this because he did not want to go to school anymore.

At 05.55, the orange is neat with a gray white uniform. The breakfast at the dinner table was also finished. Fried rice, milk, also a cup of coffee for papa. Then Jingga returned to her room to spend some time before leaving for school.

'Orang..' Violet opened the door of the orange room slowly. He didn't want to surprise his brother.

'Taraa.. I've woken up from Violet.' Orange promotion happy.

'Oh gosh.. How can? It's only six o'clock Violet shouted.

'Lebay really lo. Pokonya lo hunt shower, then we have breakfast. I've been preparing breakfast. Come. cepet.' The orange pushed Violet who was gaping.

'Breakfast? Also? How unusual is that? Hmm, I know. people again kasmaran is not clear that. Ceile' Violet pokes an orange arm.

'What the hell? The kasmaran are lo. Same William. William William' ledek Orange does not want to lose.

'Lo read my diary?' violet's facial expression changed slightly.

'Relax buk.. Yes, it is not. Last night I went to your room, wanted stories. But you're still fun to say the same diary lo. Trus, I called William that. Hiya.. Suit suit ' god of Orange

'Ahhhh.t know you. Tell me also dong, the guy you like is his name?.'

'Bara.' said the steady orange.

With an expanding smile, Violet left the Orange in her room. He quickly went to the bathroom and got ready to go to school.

'You're the one who took this whole Ji?' ask her mother when she saw breakfast was ready at the dinner table.

Orange nodded steadily.

'Bruuuffff... Ji's coffee is salty?' papa frowned.

'Yes, the fried rice is sweet gini.' timpal mama.

'Hehe. may be salt ama sugar taker tu ma, pa' replied plain orange without sin.

'Maklum ma, the kasmaran' Violet who from earlier had finished sweet fried rice made by Orange as well as a glass of white milk threw the tincture. He quickly stood up from his chair, then grabbed the bag and ran towards the door.

'Violet departs ma, pa' she cried with the remains of laughter

Orange also quickly grabbed his school bag, then said goodbye to both parents. Then he ran after Violet who had already gone to the stop.

Mama and papa they just shake their heads watching the two beautiful princesses. Sweet and always compact twins.

'First of all, don't wait for me.' said Jingga when he could catch up with Violet

'Sory Ji, I'm afraid you're jitak' Violet welcomes.

'Basic..' Orange is the violet's eel

'Tuhh! sick tau.' moaned spoiled Violet.

Soon their laughter broke. The road they went through became crowded and did not look lonely. Even though on that road there were only the two of them. Trees, grass, and birds joined them, accompanying them every step of the way.

'Ji, how come you haven't brangkat as well? ntar is late.' Violet reminded as she glanced at her watch.

'There's no Violet' yet'

'Oh my goodness of Orange. Buses to your school where there are. The schoolgirl lo deket here. Until noon lo waitin also will not be nongol. Udah. hunt there, walk. Late again know taste'

The orange then walked slowly towards the opposite direction to Violet. Then waved his hand. Violet replied to him with a very sweet smile.