Love Story (The Series)
Chapter 30's

...Rainbow After Rain...

Becouse is not only me doang who also likes the same cogan-cogan at school but my best friend Tiara also likes the same cogan-cogan at school, too, yes actually too hypocritical for me and Tiara likes the same cogan (bullshit). Because our eyes are both green when squirming cogan, btw it turns out Tiara likes the Emperor that is our classmate pantesan ajah he does not like to look at my deck-deket the same Emperor, even though far from my eyes from any angle the Emperor looks mediocre understand we have been fit still new times entering high school, this high school, yes the Emperor is handsome, yes, not ugly, the point is that he is like my best friend as well but I am confused why Tiara can like the Emperor, at first I thought he liked Kak Rangga Azof or Kak Irwan and the gang. But yes her name is also Tiara is not her name if you do not like it all understand her also the type of Playgirl girl, even though she is also a LOYAL girl figure as ROUND as There is hehehe.

Rainbow after the rain

Love is opium do not stir later so babu eternal in pseudu, love is grace do not be too angry later severe wounds enjoy with resignation, love can also mature away to spread the drop to strengthen the rainbow after the rain. Tear rain, some are thrown clouds before brightly shifting the black evenly in the sky, there is something you should throw away before a smile isolates the suffering.

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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?

Albert Einstein made a mistake

If I want to be completely the same as myself

So that he can't be alone in the room

And want to meet you!

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.

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 sun shines on the eastern horizon giving its bright light while waiting for the arrival of the dawn, dawning, I could not bear to see such a great and beautiful bright light but it inevitably gave a question mark to my feelings that raged between anxiety and uncertainty that made me not believe it the beauty of love, my instinct asked me if there were any mysteries that always arise in my life that make me unable to go through every process in my life. I was undaunted but also convinced but inevitably my little heart asked if I could fulfill my life well, the wind seemed boisterous which made me cold then I covered my body with a thick jacket that I brought from home. I don't know I just realized that it's rainy season and it looks like it's going to be raining heavily, then I closed my bedroom window as I watched the footsteps of the raindrops that were inevitably dripping and also wetting the garden area of my grandmother's house. I've been staying at my grandmother's house for six days I don't know, I think I've forgotten how long I've been staying because I've been staying at my grandmother's house, after all, grandma also lives alone in a village that is located quite far from the urban bustle. My grandfather had long died about three years or so, today the wind was so strong that the clothes my grandmother washed almost flew. I don't know why I could feel this kind of indecisive feeling, I stopped by a lake where I used to play with my old friend Irwan Prayitno. Actually it was a long story but why did I suddenly think back.

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.

All will change day will be replaced by night, as well as the sun that will not be able to shine in the middle of the night. Whether I was the only one who was silent, for a moment I thought with every scenario God made for me, everything was ambiguous not clear, but also made me afraid.

...EXPIRE...