Love Story (The Series)
Chapter 24's
...Love Triangle...
If I was this, that makes you happy
He is the one who makes your tears
Don't be mad at you for making the environment beautiful,
peaceful and peaceful
Put up
Now, who do you want to come cheer you up with?
The principal brought risoles from the canteen?
The Minister of Education brings the key?
Angels bring fruits from heaven?
Young entrepreneurs bring the fragrant ones?
Necromancer? A grubber? An army? A dancer?
Or I alone carry the words of choice
I'd love to say it and you're happy
Don't cry, you'll have a headache,
Anything I need to help you with?
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"What's the connection between Milea and Ikbal?" Ask Rizal
"Why Zal?" Ask the others
"No"
"So I heard you talking about Ikbal?" Ask her
"There's nothing!" Answer, then leave
"Why is Rizal the same?" Ask
"I don't know if Ikbal looks like Milea he immediately did!" Tell the others
There are times when you smile, and there are times when you are sad every long road that you go through is not easy every road full of obstacles and also obstacles, and also obstacles, you want to be happy but all it takes is not an instant process like Indomie, even you will feel the more you are on top then there will be many people who will drop you. However, everything will happen and every thing will be a life journey full of fantasy, together with the figure of a friend who always accompanies you when you like or mourn we will never walk alone there is always someone behind us whether they are a savior or an antagonist. There is happiness that I feel along with love and also every thing that I imagine with it I feel that God is always with me taking care of me and also protecting me. Therefore I am strong because I feel proud to be myself, even though I realize that every human being is not perfect all have their own advantages and also their advantages. I realize that every wish I have sometimes drops myself and also sometimes all the fatigue that I do not only gives me happiness but also gives me the opportunity to keep going and succeed.
In this story I am not a main character, even so I always hope Milea will like me, various ways I have done but she always considers me as her friend.
"Lea, go home with me yuk!" Taught me
"I was picked up!" Answer
But right then I saw him walking with Ikbal riding his bike, the scenery that made me miss, the view that made me, jealousy and anger all burned my heart and I don't know how else to deal with it.
"Lea wait a minute!" Rizal
"Gue likes Lo !" Holding Milea's hand
"What the Zal!" Milea
"Get my hands off!" Bespotted
And suddenly Ikbal came
"Lo wants to fuck my girl!" Reveal it
"I mean Lo !" Rizal
And then Rizal and Ikbal got into a fight.
BuKK DBRUKK...
"Stop!" Say me
"What the hell are you two!" Taught me
I don't know why it can be this.
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.
"Udah Stop!"
"Udah come with me!" Ikbal
"I'm sorry zal!" Say me
Every thing when I wait for you
Time is slower for me
The night is slower
The day is slowing down
Wall clocks move slower
Age is getting slower
And when my jantukku beats faster
Exceeding the speed of light
With the desire to meet you
I don't know if this is really him if only I try to get to know him but in fact I don't know him at all, someone who from the beginning I tried to understand and understand him, he said, love is beautiful but if we love too much then we will feel pain especially if the person we love at all does not show affection to us I don't know what he might be a cute guy figure duck but why the hell cuek the cuek but I also do not diemin it sick anyway but not bloody, but not bloody, is the guenya that is too sensitive until just a small matter of my being big what I am too selfish until I behave childishly.
Ikbal emang figure of a strange and cute guy, but why I love him, but I do not know how to make silly behavior he. She's sweet she's also nice to the point that I'm confused and also seduced by her sweet seduction, too, he never stopped giving me love when this is not the right time to get love but he instead gave more attention and began to establish love together with me.
Even though he's the cool guy I'm not looking for but the complicated relationship we're in gradually makes me feel that he's the only one in my life.
"Bal, why do you like me?" Just stick me
"Why yes!" Ngeselin
"Answer dong!" I said sprain
"Because you are the only girl in my life who makes me happy" she said
"Ah. so sweet, but too much!" Answer me
"Deh why is that!" Say
"Yes, you said so!" Taught me
"Deh so I'm you!" Ikbal
We never know who we're going to fall in love with, who, but at that time we will know we will miss who even though he looks cute but he is a guy who is difficult for me to forget. Not only handsome and handsome he is also a man who has made me happy, he always showered my life with the love he gave me.
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.
Ikbal is the guy I love and love, I really can't hate him even though everything he has done has made me angry and disappointed. I knew he was, but when did he realize his own feelings and stop making distinctions between love and friendship.
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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