The Sun is sinking

Chapter 11_This Is What It Tastes

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Whether this is a good idea or it will worsen something that is slowly improving, I honestly hesitate a little but that's okay. Alan took my hand and led me into the classroom.

"Now, she's my girlfriend, no one can bother her" Alan said as he placed his hand on my shoulder. I silently lowered my head. I know they whisper about me.

"I'll make sure you're okay" whispered Alan softly. "No one will dare bully you" he whispered again, I nodded slowly. After Alan left class, I immediately sat on the bench.

"So actually let her be the actor" Chita whispered to Lisa.

"Gue said also what, he's not as good as he looks," Chita replied as she stared at me intently.

"Yesterday dating Aaron, now dating Alan.

"Stt..had it been, ntar he reported again the same new girlfriend, actor sweet mouth," added Nilam who also glanced at me cynically. Jhuly nudged my arm.

"Ciee, who's been made, ciee," she said. "What the hell are they, envious of huuu," Jhuly comforted me.

"Gue do'ain yes. Hopefully Lo is the right choice for Alan," jhuly put her arm around my shoulder.

"Aamiin..," I answered in agreement. Then he whispered to me.

"Now, matchlangin Gue ama Aaron dong..," hearing his whisper I immediately held my laughter and looked at him.

"Gue mohoooon," he said while putting on a clear face.

"Yes, yes, I will try," my answer that immediately made her face change, she smiled and stood up from her seat.

"Yes."

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After school, I walked alone out of class, walking alone to the floor. I did slow down on purpose and then suddenly Alan came tracking me.

"Hi..," I greeted him with a smile.

"Did anyone in class bully you?" I'm shaking.

"Nothing, you already warned them so no one would dare to bother me now heheee.... Alan's cool."

"Yes doong...,"

Happy that's what I feel right now, I always feel alone but this time I have Alan.

"I'll take you home" he said, holding my hand.

"Ah don't need Al, I don't want to trouble you," I refused.

This is what it's like to have someone you love and love, like this is what it's like to have a boyfriend. I hope it's not a rainbow or twilight that comes in just a little while and then disappears.

The race of this road is only ours, swinging a hand while occasionally singing together.

After arriving at the stop, Alan did not take off his hand, he still held my hand. Actually I'm a little embarrassed because there are a lot of eyes that look at us, I just look down to hide my face.

"Just be sure" whispered Alan to calm me down. He must know my current discomfort.

None of Alan's traits made me think he was a bad guy. From the beginning of the meeting, she was very kind, gentle and all her treatment was very sweet. Although many say he's a playboy but not for me. Again, he just hasn't found the right one.

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I don't know how to express my longing for Dad, I can just write it on paper and put it in a small bottle and then throw it away on the beach. I know it's old-fashioned, it's okay. I just had that way, hoping the waves would convey my miss.

I used to hate the beach because I thought the waves brought my father but the longer I liked the beach because with him I could take off my father's miss.

Twilight this time.I ran with the waves getting higher, playing around with him and immediately threw out my miss letter to Dad.

After being satisfied with chasing the waves, I started to step away from it but then my steps stopped. From far away I saw someone sitting on the shore, looking straight ahead. I immediately ran to him. Aaron.

"Haii..," I said after being next to her, she turned to me.

I think I'm the only one who knows the location of this hidden beach, it turns out he knows too. I sat next to him. He looked straight ahead again, no matter what he was looking at, what was the water? Or waves? Or sand? Or a cloud that slowly changes color? Or What??

I didn't dare to ask, I looked straight ahead without a sound but occasionally I glanced at him. His face is expressionless. The sound of the waves and the wind greeted each other but why did he not make a sound, what was he thinking.

"Do you like Ron's beach?" Finally my voice that broke the silence, he shook his head.

"I don't like the beach" he answered flatly without looking at me. I looked at him from the side.

"My mother likes it" he continued slowly and turned to me, looking me in the eye.

Hearing his reply I no longer dared to tease further, there was a wound emanating from the look in his eyes. I don't want him to continue his story.

I immediately stood up from my seat and ran towards the waves, playing with him again. It turns out that it was not only me who kept the story here, it turns out that there were other people besides me, it was not only me who shared the story with the beach and the waves. I ran over and pulled his hand.

"Ron.. I think you should get acquainted with the waves," I said. He complies.

I took him to meet the waves, took him running.

"For a long time you will love the beach" I said.

"We'll see" he replied.

The beach with waves that can make me convey a message of longing for Dad, the beach with the roar of the wind that is able to convey a message of longing for Mom, the beach.