The Dear Love School

romance

❝If someday you don't love me anymore, I won't give up, I'll tell you the story of our relationship struggle in the past, so you remember there is only me who always sincerely love you❞

Kaylindra zeiden pratama

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    Today is a reminder of my week-long relationship with the senses, this morning I even had a chance to pinch my own skin, because I didn't think I could date someone who everyone thought was mysterious.

  Kaylindra zeiden pratama

  The man I always watch his movements, who every time he says there will always be me watching his words. Where when he left, there was me who always looked at him, the man I used to think 'weird' with all his attitudes, finally together with me in a relationship.

  This week a lot of things that I don't know about the senses, I think the senses will be stiff, and very foreign to the name 'dating'. However, in fact I was wrong, the man with a sweet smile that is a very romantic man, in every type he tells me through WA will be tucked some poetic sentences that are either intentionally or not.

Like this

If someday you don't love me anymore, I won't give up, I'll tell you stories about our relationship struggles in the past, so you remember there's only me who always loved you sincerely

  Strange indeed, when I only ask what if someday I do not love him anymore. And another, romantic, very romantic sense, almost every day the guy sends chocolate to my house, heart-shaped chocolate too with a bouquet of red roses, she said, I asked her why she had a red rose and she answered.

Because the color red is describing how I feel right now, happy to finally be loved by a special girl like you.

  Strange for the senses.

  "Tock daydreaming." I was shocked and jolted as soon as I heard the weight of the coals, I quickly returned to my job of cutting onions.

   "Morely think of the senses?" God while poking my chin.

  I brushed off his bare hands, then looked at him dislikefully. "So, brother, it's gonna be a scorch." I diverted the talk of kak bara on the grounds that the fish he was fried would be burnt.

   Yes, this morning my brother and I are making breakfast, today is Monday, as usual my father and mother will always be busy, while the brother bara today there is a lecture hour later, so he still has time for me. School holidays will end next Monday, I do not vacation anywhere because of the busyness of my parents who can not be delayed, I understand him.

   "Ca, tumben well pa—"

Ting tong ting keg

I glanced towards the main door, the sound of the bell ringing. Immediately I left my job to see who was coming, but I was sure that this was someone who this week often came to my house in the morning.

    As soon as I opened the door, I smiled, it turned out to be true my guess, this man who came.

  "Hallo good morning." Treat it kindly.

  "Morning." My answer.

  "As usual mba, but this time it's bigger." He pointed to a large cardboard box he had placed next to him.

  I was surprised, because this cardboard is very large, had thought what he put into a cardboard of this size.

  "Wow."

   "This is mba, sign it first." The parcel owner who was still wearing his red helmet handed me a paper and a pen, and I signed it immediately.

  "Is this heavy?" My toot.

  "No mba, it's not heavy, you can try to lift it."

  "Okay, thank you." I said, after the courier left, usually he would ride a motorcycle but this morning he brought a red box car.

   I stared at the brown cardboard in front of me, I had a snort, this package again, I am not not ungrateful just this is too much to hit me. Does it have to be every day that the senses send me gifts, whether chocolate, flowers or other things?

  And every time I complained about what he gave, the man would only answer with poetic words as he always did, want to be angry was not so when reading the strands of words he wrote in the package he always gave.

   I quickly lifted the cardboard, it turned out to be true what the courier said earlier, this cardboard is not heavy, even very light. Just thought about what the senses gave me this time.

  I kept the cardboard on the table in the living room, quickly running to pick up the scissors to open the duct tape that locked the top of the cardboard. After picking up the scissors immediately I opened it, a little curious about the contents, I was surprised as soon as I opened the top of the cardboard, which was, up here I saw a very large brown teddy bear wrapped in a transparent plastic, I was too happy to immediately take the doll out of the cardboard.

 

  I was again flabbergasted, because as soon as I saw the front of the doll there was another small doll that was hugging each other, so the big doll was hugging two dolls who were hugging. At the top of the plastic is given a pink ribbon, also a white envelope with a leaf decoration.

  This is what I usually look forward to from the gift of the senses, usually the man will always slip a letter containing the expression of his heart which sometimes makes me embarrassed myself to read it.

   Out of curiosity I immediately took the envelope, and opened it. Read the latin slant neat writing that is very typical of a kaylindra.

 

Good morning my sun, my,

Do you know what a suitable definition to describe you is?

I think you're a great fit to be a sun

Always shining gives warmth and also cheerfulness when the moon leaves the night.

Like you, you came to my bleak life, giving me plenty of light to use to find ways of happiness that I have not found.

Yes, you are the sun and the light of my life.

Oca

—indra, the star

a lonely night.

  I was touched by the letter, carrying the yellow paper in my arms. Feeling very happy, even though this is just a simple letter that may have been written by the senses.

  Right, what he said, he will give me a lot of love, but only a week with him I have got things that I never got before.

   I asked him why he sent a letter like this. Why not just chat, anyway I never reply to the letter. But indra said, writing on a piece of paper is happier when writing on a smartphone screen.

  I've felt it, which it is. Very delightful.

  "The senses are romantic, yeah."

  I was shocked, until I held my own chest because of the sound of the coals behind me. I quickly also hid the paper, did not want kak bara to see it even though surely kak bara had read it earlier, it sucks to have a brother like kak bara .

  "WOW, doll, so sweet." Said big brother while taking the big doll.

  "What the hell brother."

  "It's very rich, very bucin senses with you deck." Says Brother Bara, I just rolled lazy eyes.

  "Well, if not bucin, where maybe my sense of courtship is the same as my brother." Reply origin.

  I took the doll that is now in the grip of the brother coal. "Here, I'm going upstairs. Brother keep cooking it well." I said carrying the doll with a little run, congratulating her on escaping from the coal.

  Fortunately, my brother also did not protest much, it seems he was quite sensitive to my current condition.

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   "DADDY!! his senses!!" The loud noise made me rush to tidy my hair immediately, occasionally looking at the glass again to perfect my beauty.

  I who get the scolding of brother coal can only smile at the horse, returning his fierce gaze that was deliberately made up.

  "Son I'm leaving yeah." My pamit.

  Brother Bara just nodded, then smiled at me rubbing a glimpse of my long hair that I accidentally tied one up. "Be careful not to go home late." His advice, I only answered him with a faint smile as he passed away from before him.

   "Bad as a coal!!" I shouted from a distance, running towards the front door to see my very handsome lover.

   Surely, senses are indeed handsome, I did not lie about it. As soon as I opened the gate of my house, I found a man with long enough hair, his face looked so happy with the sweet smile he used to display.

  I came to him, although our gazes had met since I opened the gate, but the gaze of his senses was unmoved, he kept looking at me with his smile.  I was nervous and embarrassed, especially with my senses it was different.

   "Good morning." My sapaku was so right in front of him.

  "Good morning, oh yes do we promise to wear the same colored clothes?" Ask.

  I was confused until I finally realized that the color of our clothes is the same, the senses with blue salted egg jeans, I was in a jumpsuit with salted egg-colored jeans. I chuckled, though I didn't know that she was wearing the same colored clothes as me.

   "Maybe we're a fool." I answered and laughed softly.

  Indra just smiled, then gave the helmet he put on the front of the bike to me. I put it on quickly, riding on his red scooter.

   "Have you?" Ask.

  "It."

  After I answered that I was ready, the motor senses began to advance the motor left my yard, I was able to wave my hands as soon as I saw the brother bara standing in front of the main door of the house.

   "How did you sleep last night? Wakeless?" Ask the senses with a loud enough voice.

  "Suffered, what about you?" I turned to ask the senses, slightly tilting my head to the left so that the senses could hear my answer.

  "No, I couldn't sleep last night." He replied in a stern tone, I grinned confused brows, are the senses alright?

  "Why? Why can't you sleep?" Asking me worried.

   "I couldn't fall asleep all night thinking about how lucky I was to have such a special girl like you." The answer, after which there was a small ruckus.

  I blushed in embarrassment, briefly responding to the senses with a small laugh, because blushing with what he said. Romantic, during a week of dating with the senses there are many things that I have never known before from the figure of the senses including himself who is a romantic man with all his sweet words.

 

   "Gombal." I replied after neutralizing my heart that was beating so fast.

   "That's the truth, I'm not lying. Do you ever regret ever accepting me?" Ask later.

  I immediately shook my head, though it was impossible to see my arm, but I immediately embraced the senses from behind very tightly, leaning my head on his shoulder like that time.

   "I've never regretted it, because I'm so happy to have you." Saying slowly.

  There was no answer from the man, only the movement of his hand that now rubbed the palm of my hand that was on his waist.

   Indra, that man will really always be my candlestick and the reason I continue to be happy, even though the world is grieving.

   ***

    "Well, time zone." I was happy to enter the time zone area which is quite wide.

  I walked in with my senses into a world full of games, shaking hands with each other. I thought senses would just take me to Gramedia like what he told me, that he just wanted me to go buy a book, but in fact, it has not reached the place where gramedia indra has invited me to the mall with the better reason to buy books at the gramedia store which is in the mall only.

 

  And not even to the gramedia shop, he already brought me here. Basic indra.

  "You can play whatever you want." Speak to me the senses.

   I smiled faintly, actually feeling uneasy from continuing to trouble the senses, from the beginning of meeting the man until now having a relationship I always depended on the senses, she said, sometimes I have tried to resist any sensory giving, but the man kept pushing, and asked myself to accept what he gave.

   "Today I'm the deal." I said with excitement.

   "Anyway, women don't have to spend money." Answer in a relaxed tone.

  I immediately shook my head, rejecting his words. "At any rate, this time I'm a tactical one, as a sign of my gratitude, for being able to be with the senses." I replied again, not forgetting to include a big smile.

 

  The answer from the senses was just a nod that I considered a statement of agreeing and accepting what I said. "Come, I want to play this." Excitedly I pulled my sensory hand to follow my steps towards a game.

   I stopped in front of a basketball game, there was a basket filled with basketball and there was a ring on the front. I bought a ticket and got a card, so if I want to play, I'll use that card.

  After I swiped the cards in place, the game began, I was given 60 seconds to insert as many balls into the top of the cage. I had a little trouble getting the ball into the net, let alone my inadequate height, 60 seconds was up, I could only put 2 basketballs in the pot.

  Sighing in disappointment, I immediately felt weak because I did not manage to set a record. "Here you go, you've tried so well." Praise the senses while gently rubbing the shoots of my head.

   "Yes, you're right." I answered trying to give a smile to the senses.

   "What if you play now?" I bid on the senses.

  Indra refused by shaking her head, but I kept forcing my senses to play this basketball.

   "All right." Her post with a thin smile that will always be charming in my eyes.

  The game of senses begins, time goes on, the senses keep racing with time but I was really surprised because from the beginning of the game started the ball of senses nothing missed, nothing missed, all scored good and fitting goals.

  Time runs out and I'm so well remembered that it's clear how many balls go into the cage, 20 balls in 1 minute, does that make sense? How could?

  "Wow, you have a hidden talent apparently." My clumsiness while teasing the senses.

  Indra just laughed a little, then took the coupon out of the machine as much as 200 sheets, good enough when I came home later I could exchange it for a gift.

     ***

   I was very happy because the result of playing in the time zone earlier I got a litle pony doll that is pinkie pie. Also some other gifts such as watches, small dolls to a pair of drinking bottles from the coupon results we get.

   "Find me a hand." Indra took a paper bag containing the gift I got.

  We had finished playing in the time zone and decided to get out of there for food, hungry, and now it's lunchtime.

  "What do you want to eat?" Ask Indra.

  We were both walking around the mall, the goal was just to find a gramedia shop that we had not found even though we had asked some people.

   However, I was quite surprised once I found a strange man who always made me uncomfortable with all his attitude, standing not far from us both looking at us with a strange smile creepy.

  "So this is what made you bully me oca?" Glen said in a relaxed yet cold, sharp tone.

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