Love Story (The Series)
Chapter 16's
...Friends Season 2...
I thought the position would make me feel there, but on the one hand I even became an isolated figure, I don't know where to start and I don't know where it will end or where it will go. I think I was like being in a big tree that every branch of the tree is shady and gives me comfort but why instantly all collapsed and also uprooted to the roots. There are those who betray and release every bond and also go to a valley of suffering I do not know how to mengqtqsi everything but thus frustration, dilemma, dilemma, depression is also a difficult word to do.
The hypocrisy of a word I created when my heart was broken into pieces there was no way out and just looking for everything I did. I don't know I feel like I'm kayaking in a place in the middle of nowhere that ends do not give me certainty, sooner or later all will be destroyed, all will be destroyed, I think maybe I'll break up with Ikbal because the guy who is arrogant like him what the hell he wants is definitely the ends just toying with the feelings of girls. At first I just wanted to teach him a lesson but somehow I became deep into my role as Ikbal's girlfriend.
I'm too naive if I don't say I like Ikbal because he's a cool and handsome guy who doesn't want to be Ikbal's girlfriend, he is popular and many girls are chasing doi. He's not only in the basketball club but he's also very good at things even he's also on OSIS, it feels like he's just as much as I miss the moon.
Not much I know from Ikbal the figure of a cool guy and also be the center of attention wherever he is, a guy who has a handsome face even looks perfect for me, he said, it feels like an impossible thing for me even this is like a dream can the girl who is not popular like I can have a guy like Ikbal. It feels like he is perfect for my girlfriend is not only his height that makes me feel protected but also he is perfectionist.
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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?.
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 ink scratches written with the 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.
I don't know if I really fell in love with him or I'm just a girl who wants to make dapetin a guy like him, I don't know if this is just a taste of what this taste is strange. Love does not understand it is not a matter of taste or heart or commitment it feels like every thing that I have done the same as him even as I walk together, he said, watch and also date the same he has made me awkward problem I just do not understand why I can like the same doi which obviously I just intend not to drop him.
Ikbal a cool guy who always makes girls clamps are not clear like him, how can he make me ilfil gini. His time I like him when it was clearly buried in my words at that time if I could not fall in love with Ikbal let alone until GeEr like gini.
"Milea, why are you?" Ask my friend Bianca he has been deket same me for a long time let alone he is like my best friend really everywhere we are always alone
"Lo see no girls on the guy!" Say me while pointing towards the girls who are again on the ikbal.
"That's Ikbal" answered Bianca
"Geez, what a weird look Lo" I said
"Yes, almost everyone in this school also knows Ikbal kallezz" he replied with a smile of his own
"Who is Ikbal?" Ask me plain
"Jeez, you don't know him" he replied
I don't know why I feel so katro baget why the girls on the ngeliatin the Ikbal ajah....
At that time I was the same Bianca again eating in the cafeteria suddenly there was a guy who made me strange, because he was even in the crowd of many girls.
"Mom.no so abis he was handsome, so baddasss" he replied almost nosebleed
"Hadeuh is not my friend!" said me while eating almost to squirt me again drink too
The story has made me emotional from the beginning, there is a saying say do not know then do not love, yes so is the story of my love journey to the same Ikbal... What's? Of love? Yes I don't know the bucin-buinan style of High School where I feel like a guy who incidentally is a popular guy at school haduh I feel like an artist ajah.
So this is the beginning of the story...
I accidentally swore the drinking water I had bought was bagged right in front of the Ikbal.
GubbBbbrraKkkk
"Soo..sorry!" Excite me while Ikbal's wet clothes because of the water spill
"Sory, you don't have eyes, do you?" Ask
"Yes, I didn't mean it!" I said while apologizing to Ikbal
"Lo can't see my shirt getting wet" said Ikbal kekeh while showing his wet clothes
I was confused myself when I accidentally.
"Yes, the road is not lo-wild" replied Ikbal
"Eh Lo how Lea is, instead of being careful pitying Ikbal" Bianca said
"Judah there let me settle it myself!" He said while going to the toilet
It's super weird a magic bin guy like Ikbal that if you're angry it turns fierce too, serem!!! Thankfully, I was not welcomed with my shoes.
This is the first impression I met him, even though we are one class but rarely say hello. I really do not like to get too close to others plus I do not feel good if too close to Ikbal which is famous if the same decket he feels like the earth and sky and it's tarasanya it is impossible bin impossible.
"How the hell don't you see if there's him?" Ask Bianca
"Yes, abis earlier I again want to move the glass eh heya even the road ywdh so spilled deh" answered me while giving long lighting to Bianca
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