Love Story (The Series)
Chapters 10

...Melodic Rhyming Season 2...

Earlier this week Harmoni invited us to his house, happily Melodi and Nada play to Harmoni's house he is the son of the owner of the school he just came home from Amsterdam and now settled in Jakarta he has an older brother named Rocky, he has a brother named, Rocky is our upperclassman he really likes Melody.

When I fall in love with someone a beautiful voice with a smile, make love in the middle of the moon with the sun that will continue to shine. Love that gives coolness in the silence of the night and the wings of the white dove that fly give a sign of life, do not let the heart lie when the ego brushes aside love. Enough is the language of the heart let the dawn laugh at the moon of the night when the sun shines even though the light you do not feel, you do not feel, the drop of morning dew that you saw just let him wet the morning let's not give doubt to the dream when I want someone to fill the heart in a lonely soul. Chanting not for not with full happiness I strung even though I do not understand and I know why? What's with the pair of white doves that perch in the window of this room? What story am I going to tell or is this just a dream? Let the pigeon fly. Maybe the dawn and the broken wings of the birds saw us clash so there was no love. Let the Melody sing a love song with her martyrdom, lament the heart with a beautiful taste, I don't know? It may be a song about love or about hurt.

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Not the story of Romeo and Juliet whose story is written and also filmed, nor about the famous Rama and Shinta. Not a rich man, just an ordinary man, not a writer but just someone who wants to express every feeling through the verse of words and also the ink scratches that I pour with my heart and feelings.

The sweetly written annual temple of my love story with him that sits in the courtyard of love together with my heart that is always ringing with the whispers of his love so sweet, so sweet, indefinitely revealed but I can't say. I'm just someone who adores him in the distance, I'm just someone who tries hard to stay loyal to him even if I'm just behind the distance, don't ask me how I feel if you can't move on from the past that haunts you because it's so unfair.

The splashing sound of the rain rushing from the drops to the sound of a loud, not enough one but thousands of puddles of water swept over my shoulders and drenched me, not enough one, I just fell silent while letting every puddle of rain and also the boisterous sound of the wind blow fiercely on my face. I'm a nobody, I'm not the director who made my documented life journey into a movie. Even in the crowd I was still alone and feeling lonely, like there was only a firefly accompanying me in the silence. I'm just me and not him, let me keep this feeling at a distance because maybe you're not for me and maybe this feeling will one day go away on its own.

Never the hell you like someone but only limited to taste and can never express it, he said, maybe you are afraid but actually also embarrassed if you have to face the same person you like so you just try to cover up your feelings and just be quiet and awkward or awkward if faced the same the person you like so you look like an absurd and strange person to expect. I am a poem of hope, of longing, of remembrance and of the past, of trying to forget but powerless, I can only hold memories and the past in the longing hopes I want to turn into reality. But I realize the past is still a past, it is not necessary to expect much from him if he comes back later his story is clearly not the same. So why does this heart not want to stop hoping, when it knows that the past has left it. And who leaves should not be pursued, right?.

The sweetly written annual temple of my love story with him that sits in the courtyard of love together with my heart that is always ringing with the whispers of his love so sweet, so sweet, indefinitely revealed but I can't say. I'm just someone who adores him in the distance, I'm just someone who tries hard to stay loyal to him even if I'm just behind the distance, don't ask me how I feel if you can't move on from the past that haunts you because it's so unfair.

The splashing sound of the rain rushing from the drops to the sound of a loud, not enough one but thousands of puddles of water swept over my shoulders and drenched me, not enough one, I just fell silent while letting every puddle of rain and also the boisterous sound of the wind blow fiercely on my face. I'm a nobody, I'm not the director who made my documented life journey into a movie. Even in the crowd I was still alone and feeling lonely, like there was only a firefly accompanying me in the silence. I'm just me and not him, let me keep this feeling at a distance because maybe you're not for me and maybe this feeling will one day go away on its own.

Not someone who is good at stringing words, not a psychic who is able to express words, not the predecessor who is able to say words, and not the painter who is able to draw words. Every despair paints a word, every thing provides information about the journey of life and every time will scratch ink about the meaning of happiness and also sadness. I'm just an ordinary person not a protagonist who deserves to be flattered and also not an antagonist who deserves to be made in the bully, not also a figure who just passing by, not just passing by, I am not a slang girl who is pretentious and also not a cool cool girl who is cool, I am not as romantic as Nicolas Saputra and also not as beautiful as Dian Sastro Wardoyo, this is not a story between Rangga and Cinta.

Let the fire of romance encourage the angel, let the dawn in the eastern horizon provide warmth at the end of the twilight. Love is a perfect taste not everyone has every taste and story in love both in sacrifice and happiness that arises, let the phenomenon give a wealth of splendor in the feast of love when this heart thumping fast I want to look at his face in the silence of the night and I imagine a circular ring on the ring finger of the angel. On a cold lonely night you hug me and give me warmth that night and coolness by still looking at your beautiful face when you whisper the word love you make me sulk happy while we work together in the name of love, really the seeds of love that you grow every minute of the second you give me that feeling with sincerity ready to give and you give me a chance even though I don't understand why? Whahuh? And who am I? Why am I so loving? Why I want you so much. Then your wild look teases me with an innocent look but with a sweet smile you burn my heart with the luxury of heart, thank you love for what you give.

When I fall in love with someone a beautiful voice with a smile, make love in the middle of the moon with the sun that will continue to shine. Love that gives coolness in the silence of the night and the wings of the white dove that fly give a sign of life, do not let the heart lie when the ego brushes aside love. Enough is the language of the heart let the dawn laugh at the moon of the night when the sun shines even though the light you do not feel, you do not feel, the drop of morning dew that you saw just let him wet the morning let's not give doubt to the dream when I want someone to fill the heart in a lonely soul. Chanting not for not with full happiness I strung even though I do not understand and I know why? What's with the pair of white doves that perch in the window of this room? What story am I going to tell or is this just a dream? Let the pigeon fly. Maybe the dawn and the broken wings of the birds saw us clash so there was no love. Let the Melody sing a love song with her martyrdom, lament the heart with a beautiful taste, I don't know? It may be a song about love or about hurt.

Let the fire of romance encourage the angel, let the dawn in the eastern horizon provide warmth at the end of the twilight. Love is a perfect taste not everyone has every taste and story in love both in sacrifice and happiness that arises, let the phenomenon give a wealth of splendor in the feast of love when this heart thumping fast I want to look at his face in the silence of the night and I imagine a circular ring on the ring finger of the angel. On a cold lonely night you hug me and give me warmth that night and coolness by still looking at your beautiful face when you whisper the word love you make me sulk happy while we work together in the name of love, really the seeds of love that you grow every minute of the second you give me that feeling with sincerity ready to give and you give me a chance even though I don't understand why? Whahuh? And who am I? Why am I so loving? Why I want you so much. Then your wild look teases me with an innocent look but with a sweet smile you burn my heart with the luxury of heart, thank you love for what you give.

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