FRIEND BUT MARRIED
in silence
Smile shamefully in the quiet, dark room only cell phone light shines. If only seen by people, shame may be felt when the hue of the cheeks continues to grow.
Shy smile one night, every strand of the word always rotates in the mind, whether joking or not, already baper that's him.
Every chat is anticipated, even though either side across the ogah-ogahan to reply. He kept waiting, not knowing what to expect. Just shut up and enjoy, keep waiting, the woman rolled over when the non-tive sounded, but a sigh of disappointment was heard because that was not what was expected.
In a line of words, it began to be written while waiting, in the darkness of the room, a lamp that had been extinguished many things in mind, but could not be deciphered.
My tongue is slurred
As soon as he wrote on the note, whether what game was being followed, he could only wait with a beat. Every cheap mishap chanted from across, is reciprocated as much as possible so as not to be too tight. Yes, he enjoys flirting, but his phone keyboard shrewdly hides, ludicrous.
I miss you, but not until
The next is going crazy alone. Even though he knows, the real world and chat are very different, tomorrow will be met, only 3 short days of communicating in virtual and reality are not the same when meeting. Even so, he waited, wanted to talk more, even though he did not know what to talk about.
In the dark, alone. Pensive with the heavy feelings suffered, at the confusion that is actually clear. He fell down, maybe deep enough, but not aware of the reality, or tried not to fall asleep.
My mind's dead-end
Blank
Like a shell losing its master
‘Don't fall too far, worry can't get up,’ whispered to himself. Staring at the screen incessantly, he opened up a few poetry poems, a never-ending passion, reading and waiting.
Here
By ourselves
I miss
There's no him, sir
The heart-breaker isn't here
No one came, not a single notification appeared. A feeling of disappointment has been present, maybe it was too late he thought encouragingly. Hoping on something gray was so painful, as if she said yes, but was just joking. Confident he has worn off, facing ‘dia’ like this can only be joked. Seriously not so necessary, not convincing. But continued serious feelings experienced, as if unable to escape. Continue and continue to follow the game of feeling that is really painful, weak, laugh because he is so weak made his game. The Lord of the Hearts, has succeeded in immersing him on the bottom of the sea there.
Distance, I miss
Time, can't it pass quickly?
Heart, filled with you
Think only of you
Happy success, master Seizing heart, no concentration is possessed now, full of yourself, yes only opium
I was pensive in a quiet silence. I put a tired body after a day of dealing with UN material that makes me have to go home more afternoon. Ah, the twilight this time is really beautiful, Don't Have to Have aBy: Amalia Tussyahada
“wooy...” voice Cintya megaggetkanku. “what the heck, disturb aja” replied me with cuek. “gue bring new news, loe must be shocked with her” said Cintya. “what news?” my reply. “Mikha Sama Dinda soanJomblo AkutBy: Siti Nurhayati
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It is like a word that wood cannot say to a fire that makes it ash. And like a signal that no cloud can reveal to the rain. A very simple but meaningful word.
Somehow I had to start, as a woman who called herself a secret admirer, until finally the moment came.
“Hai!, What You Like
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wooy..” voice Cintya megaggetkanku. “what the heck, disturb aja” replied me with cuek. “gue bring new news, loe must be surprised with him” said Cintya. “what news?” my reply. “Mikha equals Dinda soan loooh”. “ooh” answers. “gak asiik loe”. Cintya left with an annoyed face.
I pretended not to care about the news that Cintya brought, but this heart could not lie, this heart was very sick to hear it. without tears dripping through the cheeks and falling to the earth. I love Micah, I love him very much, but I can only keep him in my heart, with no one knowing but me.
Micah and I were friends.We were always together like stars and moons, because of this closeness I began to realize that I loved her, but this closeness was only as a friend in Micah's eyes. lately Micah's been away from me, he never talks to me again, he doesn't smile when we meet, he's so cute like someone who doesn't know each other.
Some days I often daydream, I do not attend class, even I often cry for no apparent reason, I look very weak.
When I walked down the school hall, I saw Micah and Dinda, they were so close, they were so familiar that they even joked and held hands together.
I don't want to be in their midst.God forgive me for being sad to see my best friend happy, my god just wants to see her smile, see her happy even if she's not with me, let my god be sad, let me feel the oracles.
I will keep this love and affection in a very deep heart, without anyone who can see it even know it, and I believe that “LOVE SHOULD NOT HAVE EACH OTHER”
As usual, early in the morning I got out of bed.I painstakingly went from the bed to my favorite chair, I opened the window, I waited until the person who came out of his house. He who always smiled to greet me, unlike my other neighbors of my age they were always indifferent when I threw my smile at them.
As usual, my guide teacher came into the room. With great difficulty he guided me. He was the most difficult teacher I ever met, he never got angry even though I had a hard time catching up on the lessons he taught me.
My room without this wall clock, makes it difficult for me to set the time, actually I want to have a schedule of activities that have been neatly organized. But somehow, my mom never gave me a wall clock, a calendar or anything else in my room.
It's noon, it's time I sit back staring at my window, because usually the person I'm waiting for has gone home from school. But that day was different, I felt my heart was not because I saw the person who became my last hope joining hands with a beautiful girl. They looked happy, to the point that he forgot to greet me as usual. It felt like I wanted to tell all that to my mother, but I couldn't. I could only cry in my mother's arms, my mother, who didn't know what I meant, cried without asking what.
The debt is every day, so maybe my mother is confused and curious about what her daughter is feeling