LOVE LIKE THIS
Chapter 1 Morning Dew

The morning bell rang, giving a new color in life, the morning dew droplets slowly clumped into

oasis for morning life.

My name is Alina, a woman who is no longer young, carved a story in my youth.

Lean on the chair, and enjoy the warm tea in the

in the morning, I returned to

memory – memories that live eternally in the heart.

My ears are still sharp, my memory is still clear and

my eyes are still watching. Memories of the journey of life that once walked, I slowly write on paper.

“ Twenty-six years ago.”  Was

it was a good time to start all these stories, when I remembered the journey of love

a human child, who must

ended tragically.

Just then, Silvy woke me up from the daydream

my banner, I'm the one who's bullied

think about the distance between school and my home.

“Woy, daydream Lin”, “ayo

come with me to canteen”

I was surprised by his presence, without

base – stale immediately agreed to his invitation, with the head still half dazed

consciously, Silvy and I walked down

the classroom to the cafeteria. Arrive – just arrived Silvy stop

in his footsteps, Silvy's eyes were fixed on

a man who passed right in front of him.

“Hayo you know !... ngviewin what you Sil.“ asku

to him.

Now it was my turn to wake Silvy up from his daydream, it seemed that Silvy was being dissolved by the view

men – that man, make me have to shake

- shake her little body\, to make

he's back to consciousness.

“Eh, nothing kog, that's all

what grade boy was it ?”  Ask

silvy was full of curiosity as he continued to look at the male –, who had passed away.

I also

heedless of the question, and more

chose to push her small body towards the canteen.

Iced tea became my favorite choice, with a snack

the tempeh is still warm. Arrived – just arrived, Rio and his gang came to us.

“Eh Lin, may I ask for one fried food, I do not bring pocket money nih “ pinta Rio to me. “Take it, but don't do much ya” replied me

to him.

Rio

he was a good boy, and he was also

a class leader, he was famously fond

helping his friend – friends who are experiencing difficulties, in case of fights he is the champion.

Even so, Rio was classified as a child who

diligent and accomplished in school.

Silvy asked Rio about the boy

the man who had passed him on the street, who he said made a heart

Silvy thumped and stunned him.

However

that question was completely ignored by Rio, instead Rio and his gang just walked away, without saying a word.

School bells ringing, clock ticks

after school, I rushed to

bicycle parking. I remember this afternoon I had to go to the market to pick up

my brother's order, so that makes me

must hurry.

I accidentally saw a man

the man Silvy was referring to, and

he kindly waved his arm at me.

I also

I was amazed who he was because of me

I met him for the first time today. He came to me too

and to get me acquainted, he

introduced his name Adit.

“Hallo, my name is Gunawan Radit Setiawan, just call me Adit, may I know what your name is?”.

I was silent for a moment because I don't know who

this man came to me and made me meet.

“Okey, my name is Fujiko Alina Sayaka, call

I'm Lina.. Oh yes you're in search of me.” Answer me

shaking his hand.

“ Wanted by your friend ?....

Who ? “ Ask Adit curious.

“ Her name is Silvy, Sylvi Tania Rarasti my classmate.”Answer me

while pointing towards Silvy who was far across the street.

I introduced him, because I arrived

suddenly remembered with Silvy who was curious about Adit, after which I said goodbye to go with him

to go home soon.

That afternoon, paddling my bike with all my might, the way uphill was not a hindrance to me, because my brother's order was far more important than the tiredness I felt.

When I stop at the red light, from

next to me arrived my brother opened the car window and rebuked me, surprised for me to see it was right

beside me.

“Lin, do not forget yes pesenan brother do not get late “.

I

just a small nod and look at my brother who then passed away so

just drive the car. ‘ Lazy Base,

why don't he just take it himself, anyway

I don't have to be tired of pedaling my bike ‘, I murmured in my heart while later

continue to ride my bike.

I

the last semester, my own name

fujiko Alina Sayaka

16-year-old girl who is still in the eleventh grade of High School, and my sister who is 3 years adrift of me

named Dian Risky Mayumi, who still sits in the eighth grade of Junior High School, we were born from a family that could be considered adequate.

My father was a doctor and my late mother was a model

before, but my mother was gone by now

I was in sixth grade, I

it is typical that people do not like to trouble people in everything, so as much as possible I live independently and

simplistic.

Time

it's night, I open my errands -

schoolwork I have to do for tomorrow. A moment came I

remembering my introduction to Adit this afternoon, curiosity and questions then arose

in my mind.

Why

suddenly Adit introduced himself to me, but I myself never wanted to know who he was, the question and curiosity was getting more and more

making it hard for me to fall asleep, I forced my eyes to shut, so I wouldn't wake up tomorrow

late and late to school.

The morning dust swept over me and awakened my sleep, rushed me to take a bath and prepared to leave for school immediately.

That morning my father offered me to take me to school, but the offer from my father refused, cycling was more fun for me even though

the distance I have to travel is quite far.

Hurry up, hurry up,

I ride my bike, go up and down the road

the winding, passing housing, parks and areas

the rice, accompanied by air

a very relaxing morning.

The car horn bell suddenly rang from behind, leaving me shocked and aghast.  Suddenly Adit was already in

next to me, and open the window

his car to greet me.

“For Alina, how about we go together

ride my car “.

I thanked him and refused his invitation, because I didn't want to trouble anyone else.

But Adit continued to offer his offer, before long the sky turned cloudy

and a drizzle of rain slowly descended upon the path I crossed.

Times

this is not to be, I have to accept

offer from Adit, I'll fold it soon

my bike and I put it in the trunk of his car, and we ended up going to school together.

I

just silent while in Adit's car, even I chose to sit in the back seat accompanying my bike.

“Lin, what class are you in ? “ Ask Adit.

“Oh I am eleven” class “ If you are bar classwhat is it?” much

then

“ If I'm still tenth class Lin.” Adit replied with a smile

“ Wah... still my junior sister dong.

you, if so I call you dik

Adit only yes.” I joke.

“ Uh make no mistake. although I

it's still tenth grade, but we're all age

sepasar, and I'm sure that you

no older than my age.” Answer Adit defend

“ Why can it be so ?  not that you are still in tenth grade?.

maybe our age is the same.” Askaqua.

“ Yes, that's because I'm actually a class student

eleven at my former school…. I just have to repeat from class

ten to be able to attend our current school.” Answer

Adit

“ Oh so you're a transfer boy ?....

moving from which school ? “ my question is getting curious

“ I used to go to school

music in Australia, and it's only been a month

I moved here.” Answer Adit.

Wealthier

engaging in a conversation that is quite exciting, between hobbies and likes that apparently have a lot in common, do not feel the school gate has begun to appear

be seen.

Soon,

I took my bike back, and

started paddling it back to my school, not forgetting I thanked Adit for the morning ride

these.

“ Thank you very much Yes Adit.” My speech

while bowing my body

“ Why don't I take you

into the school ? “ Ask Adit wonder

“ Don't, I don't feel good if I see the same friends –

my other friend.” Answer me

Wealthier

it finally split a few hundred meters before the school gate, although there was still some curiosity

what I want to ask, like why

he arrived – to invite me to meet, even though we did not know each other before.

An instant,

I woke up from my memories and stopped writing, the little girl ran towards me and

waking up my daydream that was writing about all the memories of my youth.

The morning air begins to turn into morning air. Leave the shady air that shade

from the scorching sun.