Wingless Butterfly

CHAPTER 3 ADOLESCENCE HAS A STORY

Adolescence is the most effective time of our lives that we have ever lived. There are many stories in it, whether it is a happy story or a sad story. At this time we process from the beginning we are children to become teenagers. It is not easy, there are many stages of learning that we have to go through.

If we fail to learn to understand and examine ourselves and their relationship with the social environment, there will be conflicts beyond borders. In this case the vulnerable are teenagers from divorced families. Wh why?. Because they get their Support System only from themselves, while the role of their parents is only a little.

Adolescents who have adjustment, Resilience (the ability to rise from adversity), good optimism can certainly pass through and through life positively. Unlike the case with teenagers whose families are divorced who do not have adjustment, do not have Resilience or do not have optimism about his future, he will certainly misstep and his life is destroyed.

" I have to study harder now, "Rissa murmured in her heart.

Currently Rissa was already a blue white uniform disciple. Rissa managed to get into SLTPN 01 best in her place, she graduated from SD (Elementary School) with the second best grade in her school.

Currently she entered the Superior class and gathered with the best and brightest students from other SD-SDs. It is not easy to socialize with friends with IQs above average, most of them selfish and competing with each other. Out of every subject Rissa is more interested in Bahasa Indonesia, English and Social Sciences.

" I don't like this sports lesson the most, "Rissa was grumbling during running practice and at the same time she was always at the very back of the line.

" Rissa, let's run later Mr. Teacher is angry, " Said Mella who is also like me always weak in the field of sports lessons.

It turns out that this Sports lesson is about the sport of Basketball. And every kid is taught to bounce the ball and put the basketball in his net.

" It's boring, "My inner self.

After the sports hours ended we all rushed to change clothes and rest to eat in the cafeteria. I always order my favorite rice.

" Nasi pecelnya 1 Bu, Iced tea also 1 ya Ma'am. "

" Yes mbk, " replied the cafeteria's mother was friendly.

" Ris, soon Physics and Mathematics lessons will be fast. "

I hated every Wednesday because one day I didn't like all the subjects.

Today I was a little late, I ran a little fast because there was a task that I did not understand "Mathematics".

In the middle of the trip I accidentally collided with one of the boys who was also my age, but different classes. For some reason when I looked into his eyes there was a strange feeling in this turbulent heart. I didn't know what I was feeling at the time, and for the first time my heart was beating. ''This is love, the first love of my teenage years, "the love I accidentally met in my early teenage years.

For a moment we both looked at each other but the bell rang in and blew our daydreams. At that time I was also jolted by the no 5 Mathematics PR task that I had not completed, I immediately ran away from it.

In the classroom I kept thinking about the incident, somehow the face kept on clinging to my memory. " Uhhh. You're gone from my memory, "I keep trying to forget that face.

The next day when I wanted to borrow a book in the library, because after all I was a nerd. While I was picking up the book I was looking for, I accidentally stared at the pair of eyeballs watching me.. Dag Dig dug my heart skipped a beat!!!! " He, the handsome guy I accidentally hit turned out to be looking at me and somehow started when,"

I became misbehaved, and I quickly found the book I needed and immediately queued up to the book lending officer. Cold sweat dripped down my body.

Then after the administration to borrow the book finished I immediately ran to class. In class I was as comfortable as my own smile and unconsciously my behavior was noticed by Mella. " Riss, how do I notice from yesterday you smile yourself anyway?? No more crazy, right ? "

I smiled at my best friend, my only friend and best friend who understood me compared to my other classmates who were always scrambling to get the best grades. He was a sincere and kind man, a master of mathematics and physics that was inversely proportional to my ability. Every time I have trouble doing maths, I always ask him for help.

" Mell, you've never been in love with anyone???" my many.

Then Mella was dumbfounded as if she could not believe what I had said. " Huh,, you're not dreaming anymore, are you??, which guy made you fall for him??? "

" I don't know Mell, everything feels so fast and the tragedy of the collision made me understand this strange feeling in my heart. "

" I'm sorry Riss this time I can't share my experience with you about love, because I haven't even thought of myself falling in love. "

" Seriously you've never been in love with a Mell guy ???"

" Not Riss, for now I don't want to open my heart to any guy because I want to keep focusing on school, uh speaking of the guy you're appraising is the same age as us or the upperclassman? "

" Seangkaran, "My answer is flat.

" You sure he's the same age as us? "

" Yes Mel, when I accidentally collided with him yesterday in front of class B. "

" Oya ???? "

" Yes Mel, but I don't know her name. "

" Calm down, if he also puts his heart on you, he will definitely make acquaintances. "

" But what if he doesn't put his heart on me?? "

" Riss, you're beautiful, smart and your heart is good too. "

" But I'm poor mell. "

" Hush!!! that love knows no caste!!!, "Mella's words make makjleb in my heart. Honest with my situation, I do not believe myself to love and be loved especially the man I love is a rich man's son.

Even at home I still imagine her face, the shady face that I always miss. For a moment when I remembered his gaze I smiled to myself like a teenager. Will this love be together or at the ends clap one hand. Only time will tell everything.

And it's true, Adolescence Has Stories.