2 Meters per Second
My kangen has peaked
The next day was the third day after meeting Ida.
I walked alone to the school with lethargic footsteps, I would pass the same path when I first met Ida.
Using a high school uniform like this neatly from top to bottom, my hair was quite disheveled, as I walked towards my school resting under the flaps of my umbrella, reminding myself that the school is really about to start. And at the same time, I looked up at my watch, sixty and forty minutes.
As it approached the turn that was almost pinned as thin as the village alley, the strong wind from the back side further pushed my uniform.
The waving green leaves fluttering from the rows of tall trees on the side of the road further added to the coldness and unease in my heart.
Driven by a gust of wind from the side of the tree that can lower my morning spirit like that from behind me, this also had a sudden shortening of my step distance, I came out of this narrow path.
After a few rows of thoughts that made me cold because of the rainy weather around, I paused temporarily. A blue taxi drove into the circle of a city park and stopped at the shoulder of the road, about twenty meters from the other corner I saw the taxi.
Why did this story repeat itself? I looked up at the taxi and then at the tree, which happened to be where my witness met him.
And that's where I accidentally caught the sight of a young girl wearing a familiar-looking High School uniform at the bottom of a tree, her full name is Ida Permatasari. I met Ida who can shake my heart, black hair and elegance. The graceful posture of its foundation was like a lily flower, a frail aura like an illusion or a dream. He has stolen my heart, even from the speed of 2 Meters per Second. Ups wait for that speed is the speed of rainwater.
I could feel the air of his presence from behind me, my sense of kangen to him is still felt until now. He would run towards me, I would pretend not to know, then his hands curled into my head like they were covering my eyes, as he said, '. Who am I? I will answer, I miss you Ida, holding her tight.
Why am I even smiling myself is not clear gini yes ***!
After I got to school, sat bored on my bench, and waited for the second lesson to be finished. I had time to think about Ida's question which until now has not been solved. Before I still did not know the meaning of the sad cloud, it no longer lowered its rain.
A book called Broken Heard on Rainy Season.
This book I read is a novel book that tells the sad story of the main character having been rejected for love by the girl he likes.
There is no such thing as sadness without tears, and at the ends the girl will cry while her tears are filled.
I skipped this first one, because it's a little strange and difficult anyway. Then I'll finally try to think of the second line, which is, when he's happy, he doesn't smile, but tears? Hmmm…?
Ow hell! This second one is getting weird. She was happy, not smiling, but crying instead. It's possible back.It must be back!
That should've. Why does the sad cloud still bring down its rainwater, but when it is happy, it does not shed its tears, but instead brings the colors of the rainbow? If that was me I would know. And people who are not sensitive at once to the feelings of a girl you must know tuh.
… A few hours later.
The second lesson has been completed one hundred percent, meaning the next hour is a break. It's time for me to go to Ida's class. Asikk…!