Short Story (Cerpen)

All About Loving Someone

Category: Love Story

Title: All About Loving Someone

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I'm not tired of loving you. I'm just afraid of hurting this fragile heart…

I walk one by one out of the apartment. With a bag containing my clothes and personal belongings. Maybe my departure without saying goodbye is more worthy of being called a blur.

Ah, goddamn. It suddenly rained when I came out of the apartment building. As if testing the determination of my intention to leave.

I don't give a shit. I let the rain fall on my body. Because I can't go back. If I go back and get caught by that man, he will surely laugh at my ridiculousness. You're running away because it's raining? He would have mocked me like that. And his cynical laughter exploded. Nah! I will continue this step according to the original plan, my mind.

I stood in the shade under the roof of the bus stop praying that the rain would soon subside, or at least the bus I was waiting for arrived. So that I can leave immediately and not change my mind.

Five minutes, ten minutes…

Through vain. None of my two prayers have been answered. My body is already showing cold symptoms. Shivered…

Huh..do I have to regret now, but I have not started anything.

And I'm getting tired of complaining.

But my face was raised when my eyes caught a pair of shoe tips appearing before me.

Oh God! my screams in my heart.

The man was standing in front of me with a soaked body.

“Hans?” I stared at his stature.

“You want to leave me?” tanyanya.

I'm stunned. But not trying to answer.

She smiles bitterly.

“Why?” hans asked quickly after seeing me bow my face. “Are you tired of living with me, or have you stopped loving me?” his pedicab.

“Mey!” he screamed while shaking my shoulder.

“Hans..” I groan in pain. Please don't be like this…

“You don't love me anymore?” he is like a possessed man.

I'm shaking.

“I love you Hans,”. “But I...” My sentence hangs at the end of the throat.

Hans looked at me sharply. Waiting for my next sentence.

“Say Mey..” tell her.

“I... I'm jealous Hans,” I said staggered.

Hans glares.

“Jealous?” reworked. “At whom?” he insisted impatiently.

I breathed a heavy sigh before expressing my heart.

“Every day you are surrounded by girls who are busy asking for photos or signatures,” I said starting my outpouring of heart. “They admire your good looks and talent. They even dare to show love to you. I can't help but be jealous, Hans. I'm afraid you'll leave me someday.”.

Slowly the clear tears slid free from my eyes and seeped into my cheeks. I couldn't help but sob this time. Hans hated crying because I looked like a fragile woman in front of him. And Hans doesn't like that.

Hans rubbed my cheek slowly. His hands were cold when he touched my skin.

“You know I'm not like that, Mey,” he said. “I'm not a teen-year-old who easily changes partners. I've been busy lately, but I haven't stopped loving you at all.

The man in front of me immediately pulled my body into his arms.

I know you love me. Sorry if I ever doubted that love, Hans…

I hope you find your true love

and may your true love be your soul mate