The Hurt

Love

Today even a year I save my feelings for someone, oh yes my name is anto, I am a student majoring in accounting at a college in Indonesia. One day, as in other majors, accounting majors did not escape from an event that we usually call makrab or night of familiarity, the event brought together the seniors of a major to their juniors, and that's where I first met that person, yesap.the woman was my senior she's a sweet child so it's natural that some of my seniors expect his love in return. The first time we met it was unthinkable to try to follow in the footsteps of some of my seniors to expect her love, back then I just saw her just like the others, nothing special though I have to admit that her face is indeed very sweet and attracts attention.

Before the makrab began each junior was given a group that was accountable to one senior person who was usually called korkel or group coordinator, back then as a senior he held one group and I was in another group, I don't know why he suddenly came and asked some of the men in my group to get into his group, and of course I accepted it, she said, even though there was no feeling for her at the time, her smile was deadly, time revolved around me and that was the reason why I accepted her offer.

The time continued to be short of makrab event was not able to make the feeling grow until we finally walked each like two people who met at the supermarket to sell and then finished, then finished, until one day I realized there was something wrong with my attitude, yes, stupid that's where I never realized he was someone who was able to make me do something without having to think. Conscious of the stupidity that I have done I do not want to repeat the other follies, I try to show that I was once in his life even though only a shadow, I try to show, without thinking I try to send a greeting to a friend to be conveyed to him, and this becomes a reasonableness and habit until he finally realized that “I ever existed”.

My 2-day deadline is over, only half of which I am able to collect and that means I lost this bet, yep. The bet was not the end, we became much closer, it was not uncommon for my other seniors to feel like they had a new rival, because according to the story to me not all who approached him got the same treatment as me, and honestly it made me happy until I finally got the number even from a friend of mine and not from him, and this is the turning point of my story, I understand he is not a proud person so friendly to me, he said, he shared the story because I was his good friend, not because of feelings, not because of heart or any word that was there to replace the word love, because he would never be there to reciprocate my feelings, because he's still the one who used to be, the one who always thought I was a little boy who couldn't possibly stop by him, he always thought I was a little brother in front of him and all that was the reason why we had to walk alone like two neighbors who were selling, getting to know each other, helping each other but not being tied to each other.