Love Story (The Series)
Chapter 27's
...Bait Season 2...
When Tiara and I had lunch at the Canteen, it turned out that there was a brother Rangga Azof and the gang gathering in the canteen. Hadeuh canteen so crowded with cogan (cowards handsome) like a magazine cover boy, like, not only is Rangga aja aja handsome but there are also kak Seto Wardhana who is a chairman of OSIS, there continues to be brother Irwan Prayitno who he is a child of the owner of this High School is open only SMART but he COOL so many girls are only in so-called impingement he aja alias only in PHP-IN, and there is brother Farhan Hamid Karzai who is also one of the members of my school Indie band. Geez I feel like I'm looking at the artist again until my eyes so sparkle, and again added to their matchless charisma.
"Surge!" Said Irwan
I swear he's COOL abizz
"I.iya sister" he answered
Hadeuh seems like no school in the State or Private oppression will always be there, it seems.
Hmmm better I keep eating beautiful ala Dinda Kanyadewi
And suddenly Rangga even nyamperin me
"Hi!" Prattling
"I.iya" I replied as my mouth filled with food
"Can you sit?" Ask
"Yes, sit down!" Tiara nimbrung answered
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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.
"Is Lo happy?" I don't know just words written with question marks, not firmly not elegant. Just want to be someone who is as special in front of him, even though I am not a perfectionist who deserves to be flattered. I'm being selfish, he shouldn't be a part of my life story when he's not a part of it. My move is stopped but I don't want this to be just a story about me and him, in fact now there is not only me but also there is him.
"Know me Rangga!" He said while sticking his hand out but the Tiara even helped START first, ambyar me
"I'm Tiara"
I don't know since when I only became a mosquito between Tiara and Rangga who were chatting, but let me just be on the cuddle while continuing my beautiful lunch.
"She!" Call him
He knows my name, I said in my heart
"We are Dinda Kanyadevi right?" Ask
"I.iya," I replied while inhaling the meatballs
"From yesterday the food was very good until I was not bargained" he said
"Heavy . " Hadeuh I can only Awkward himself because he was aware of eating it greedy and unconscious for nawarin kak Rangga
"Do you know my name?" Ask
"Who doesn't know the beautiful Cheers members like you" he said
"Ahhh brother can do it" replied
"I see you often too!" Said added
"Liatin me?" Ask
"Hmmm..." Eh he even diem himself and then he left because he was called the same friends.
I was so confused how he could say so, haduh like my cheeks suddenly immediately became red.
Gillon, gillla, I feel like a chameo who is dealt with by the artists who are the main actors while I am just a chameo (helper role) sad but I feel proud who knows I can also be as popular as them waduh I said what the hell is Dinda throw away the habit of ye (less sane).
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.
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