Love Story (The Series)
Chapter 9's
...Melody Rhyming...
It was only then that we met and became acquainted, at that time I was cycling to the park near my home complex at that time I saw him playing basketball near the complex court and then accidentally hit me and I fell off the bike. Then he helped me. Like his face was no stranger, oh yes he was the boy who helped me in the river. At that time he was confused looking for his pet dog then I found it, that day we got acquainted and we while walking on the riverbank near the school garden area. It didn't feel like we had known and been friends for a long time.
I don't know if time seems to run fast and now he will soon move to Jakarta.
Now I ask the crowd of stars under the silence of the night, on the ground of the cool sky with the moonlight. Right now the light is very beautiful but the stars are not coming and so is the light dimming. I asked you, "where are you going?" It feels like there are no more words you can say since the morning came in the spring.
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While this silence listening to music is the most fun especially with acoustic songs in my mobile MP3, at that time I did not realize that it was a song that you created for me, the song is beautiful and nice to listen to but why does the meaning of the song story look like you're telling me about me. At that time I was asleep and silent until I remembered the time when you and I were together.
Rama harmonizes in his heart Melodi rhymed with the word love, he said Melodi is the only friend in his life. Rama is very happy when he can be with Melodi, as if Melodi is the only woman who makes Rama happy.
When the moon shone I was silent under its light, immersed together in the darkness of the moonlight, it was unthinkable why I suddenly kept silent to the moonlight that night. Once again just being silent and not knowing what to talk to, to whom and with whom.
Then I asked why? Why it all happens is like a theory of physics that I don't understand, along with a complicated mathematical formula for me to calculate. Like that he said like that, all of them like white doves that fly and then alight somewhere he moved from one place to another, that's the kind of you I don't know and don't miss.
Complicated like a melody that is plastered sounds clearly but connotes a little negative. I kept asking the moon of the night, "Will your moon be able to rival the sun?" I didn't know how well I slept that night. If you knew that moment, it was like a joke.
Let the star not blink if it is ashamed of being too small between the months, why the moon is only one if the moon is nothing can still shine the night means the night will be dark without stars and also will not shine with the moon.
Melodi greets the distance of the night with her best friend Nada who is now staying at her house, with them through the night with starlight. They both tell the story of a handsome man named Rama and also a popular boy on campus named Rocky. The two of them were friendly but it seemed that there was something strange between the two of them "What's the matter?".
At the beginning of happy when I met him when he played with his voice, when the day rushes pain really hurt even though in my heart really not strong to face all the trials that exist, he said, enough is enough that I can forgive you back even if you. Then you keep saying your persuasion to me, while these lips do not speak easily and do not easily mutter, this is the only beautiful melody in memory like the harmony of love when the morning greets. Enough is enough, maybe all just your words or just me kidding. At that time the sky was crying as it dripped in the distance I saw drops upon drops of rain falling, accompanying my sorrow rhyme by rhyme rhyme by rhythm melody by melody. What is this song? I don't get it? Is this pain? Or happiness?
At first you told me that I was evil, didn't you see that you were exaggerating your ego, because you care more about yourself than I do. That time in spring do you care when the row of grains that leaves fall. Seconds by seconds what I think so reveals you to me. Hentika egomu go back and listen to your heart.
At that time I did not understand which way, between goals, expectations, expectations, maybe everything feels simple but complicated like a task and a difficult problem to do requires more concentration in filling answers in love problems.
Stop talking no-no sometimes you're chatty, that's how you are.
You should not look up but look at what is below but do not be moody as well, align between the above and the below harmonize between the right and the left. Make it a habit to look vertically and horizontally, when you lament it may feel like you are slashed, so when you are absorbed.
Wind at the beginning of the month, there are no birds under the shade of the trees. Likewise, the rising sun gives its light to the Sunari earth, as well as the breeze that gives color to the smile in the morning. Whisper the stars appear even though he is not as big as the moon but he is enough to give sweet memories in the heart of everyone, that day we sang together about the love of the sound of the birds chirping adding to the hearty aroma of tea in the morning, but why is the starlight in the morning? "Who is he?" Ask the idol in the breeze of the morning sky. How could I not be happy if I heard that sweet voice from her red lips, what love? It's just a love story. The melody of the guitar in the morning adds to the cool air that morning, when you sing the song "Thank You Love" like a foreign song in my ear. Wh why? As soon as he asked the angel "yes, this is a song I specially created for you".
When I was fantasizing...
Haloo
"I suppose you're here to treat longing, in my own silence lamenting feelings that I don't hear."
"It's okay if this feeling grows on its own, helpless when in between even if it's just your shadow."
"Your beautiful smile is like an opium. I want to see it from far away. Now I realize that all my only dreams that fantasize can be with you."
"About a thousand doubts just silence...."
"I berkyal...."
At that time you made a special song for me the memory of the song topping and making me happy, beautiful and melodious your voice coupled with the sound of the guitar quotes made me happy, he said, you make a song with a meaningful tone and melody, not to be left with a beautiful smile on your lips gives a beautiful light that is painted on both your eyeballs. You make up stories about love and you magnify feelings about that love, how can I not understand because actually the sharpener and scratches and quotes of the guitar gives the energy of happiness and even the mystery of what is behind the heart. "The love you once assembled with Melodi will be Rhyming and meeting for me?" Ask Nada. With this emptiness of heart feel neglected but also feel overwhelmed by blue I don't know what this is for me too? I feel embarrassed. Maybe with?. In addition to the conversation between Melody and Rama will be together or will be devastating, since the arrival of Harmony in class now gives new life in our class and we also chat with her.
Earlier this week Harmoni invited us to his house, happily Melodi and Nada play to Harmoni's house he is the son of the owner of the school he just came home from Amsterdam and now settled in Jakarta he has an older brother named Rocky, he has a, Rocky is our upperclassman he really likes Melody.
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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