TEENAGE SHORT STORY GROUP
SHORT STORY #13 2021
Book me, fight if you true² love.
rachmadani Varellino Arbians.
- November 10th
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POV IZZA
It was with great difficulty that I left my hometown to pursue a new education in another city. Leaving my first brother to the orphanage as well as the two foster parents that I had considered to be my own biological parents.
As a start, let's get acquainted with the author. Hay, my name is Izza. We meet again in 2022. This time, this is a true story that fits with my life huh hehe.
In the middle of the year I set foot in my class, a new class and a new atmosphere. Stranger, I guess. My personality is well known Introvert and there is no comfort in this new teaching. My classroom was very quiet at the time. Because it is known that I always leave early from home just to breathe clean air in the morning.
After months of waiting for new teachings, I was finally met by a man who I knew himself as an osis. Which made me forget everything.
He was kind, polite, handsome, and perfect. Makes me feel lucky and not wrong to choose someone I deserve to love. The name love requires struggle. I looked for him for a few months about a month I saw him.
I only found him a few times. One time my friend and I were walking towards the gate, unexpectedly when my bad mood met her again.
I wanted to greet him but I still did not know his name and could only look at him from afar. Really, I seem to like him?
The next day I unexpectedly saw him walking through my class with his friend. It made me immediately surprised and ascertained whether it was him or not?
My friend's friend originally didn't seem to care. Until a few days later, my friend who participated in the event of the osis found his number from one of the other upperclassmen.
He gave me that number that day, but I still couldn't send a message because I didn't know what to talk about? But during the day, my friend and I discussed as if arguing that I should send him a message. Finally I relented when my friend won and let himself chat my number crush.
At 12 noon. When I got home, my message was answered and how happy I was. I immediately report to my friend, somehow every new thing I always report to my friend happily.
Without further ado, I immediately expressed my feelings to her. He was surprised for a few minutes in silence.
Done it. Here I thought I was relieved, but it was not that easy to end it all. He wanted a small talk with me. I'm confused, what is this in my confusion I have a bad idea.
I'm stupid indeed. I thought I and he were done and I thought I was posted. To make me post a video alay bin lebay that made us quarrel for a moment.
Therein lies where we will go to a stranger.he has already been hurt, and time can not be repeated, if time can be repeated I will never disappoint him.
But stupidly I again, I want certainty from him. And blame himself for what happened to me.
fight after quarrel we went through with the cold war. Either I overdo it or him. I don't know, I'm trying to be sincere about everything that's happened.
A few months later after the cold fight. I tried so hard to forget him. Yes, in the third month of 2022 I managed to make a decision and was convinced that my decision was right. I cut off the relationship with him, saying goodbye, although I once said goodbye but it still failed in forgetting him, and in the end I really waved my hands will fall through my friend.
I thought I was the one who just forgot about it, but it turned out to be wrong. It turns out that some Indonesian women also forget their puja lovers and do not worry anymore. Yes, I won and feel proud of my courage. Some days I passed by with a glance without him, without thinking about it, and I was relieved. I can forget it.
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Struggle will not be in vain and betray the results.
- Fyzza2022
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April 14, 2022
- Thursday
POV IZZA
I smiled at myself, relieved and still able to look at him before class and our farewells made me feel like I wanted to hug him and run and wave my spirit in his class test. I pray for him, he is everything. Love, and I learned so much from him. Although I no longer feel but myself proud to love people as good and polite as him.
I won't forget him, I promised myself. The bayes? in all probability. Because love is blind. True what people say, love does not look at the age or caste of the person, the important thing is that we can put ourselves in him and make us comfortable with him.
Honestly, I can't say anything but this. To me, he is everything. Love u><
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To me, you are everything.
- Fyzza2022
