Love Story (The Series)
Chapter 18's

...Not Dilan 1990 Season 2...

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

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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.

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.

I don't know why I became a poetic figure when I was not a funny or romantic girl, and also not a girl figure who slang like noodles, not even a pretentious artist, not even a pretentious artist, let alone to be pretentious my quiet face might be considered a less friendly and not good at getting along, even though I really do not know anything. Why yes lately I often write in my diary until one day I realize my diary is full of my curses, the point is long at times wide is the same as either since when I became a romantic figure like a top pesinetron when in fact I am an ordinary and not famous person. Maybe it's not me if I don't have a taste, because every feeling will lead us to a love, or friendship like the story I wrote here. I don't know Lo want to read or not as bad as Lo yes the term bodo very, because from the first I did not like a lot of talk but once said a lot.

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

Actually I'm confused why the attitude of Bianca is so great to Ikbal what in the fans times yes to Ikbal, Ikbal, yes, you could say Ikbal looks handsome, it's natural that many girls have a crush on him, plus he has a lot of friends too. Just was not too stiff was my attitude to him, ah yeshudah very body anyway he is not my deket temen and anyway I also have no feeling to him.

"Eh Nia Lo instead of studying even dating!" I told you to go to my friend

Nia:

One of the girls who likes to change partners, you could say PlayGirl too. I was even confused why this boy was always able to attract the attention of guys, especially guys who have a good bike and also cool.

"Why the hell do I bother you" he replied while holding Rangga tightly

"Yes but dating doesn't have to be on the streets as well as kellez" I said while pushing the road

"Deh, you little girl!" Tell them both

Not my name if I do not know people, sometimes I like to feel alone plus my hands are super jail it always feels like I want to do people.

"Gue standing behind the classroom door ah, later I did not want to" I said while waiting for who I want to work

"Something seems to be there" I said

"Woi!!!" Excite me to make a move

But I did not think it was not my friend that I had to work but it was the teacher.

"Milea, you don't want me to do it" said the teacher as she reached out to my ears

"Mommy too!" Answer me

"Judah, come back to your table" he said

"Yes Ma'am" I said plainly

The feeling of belom hours of lessons but why Master has already entered the class.

The school entrance hours take place as usual I sit in the middle of the bench, not too in front or also in the back but quite can be astonished even though my ears are also not very khan.

"Zal, you can step aside!" Say me to Rizal

"I am writing again" he replied

"Yes but Lo's head is big, I'm not looking at it!" Taught me

Rizal:

Absurd guy who never stop bothering me, he is not only a male figure rese, Ikbal but he also often disturb Bianca.

"What a fuss!" Said Mrs Teacher

"This is my song written by Rizal gangguin I mulu Bu!" Answer me

"Not Ma'am my guy wrote it first, Mom!" Prattling

I am most uncomfortable if in class there is Rizal who also rese he is notabene the type of guy who always makes trouble in class, but if he does not go to school even it feels like this class is quiet without him added he is one of Ikbal's friends.

"Lo say again my snack" said I while writing nyelesain the subjects earlier

"Lo is very serious Lea" he said as I wrote again

"Some of that already know I've seen the blackboard again, uh head Lo even ngalangin ajah" said I cuek

"Well, sorry I didn't mean to like that time" he said plainly while looking at me

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