THE SOUND OF LOVE
Maybe You Never Knew

...Maybe you never know...

...Someone who let...

...His heart was broken, only to see you...

...B. A. H. A. G. I. A...

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The mentari shyly reveals himself, bringing warmth in the heart. Its rays expel the enveloping thick. It is gone, it is gone, it is hopeless. But one thing the sun can't do, spread the happy virus to this little brown iris girl. Sendu and Pilu are clearly visible on the look of his face.

Cloudy and hollow surrounded the owner of the brown iris. Since yesterday's incident he decided to no longer expect and trust what people call 'friendship'. Obviously the wound he suffered to one of his best friends was able to make him a fragile person.

Can trust not be bought or replaced by anything? Hate that is buried in the heart grows stronger roots until it is difficult to remove. The brown iris was afraid even though the trim was exhausted later he could still grow back.

The god? Am I the only one you trust to complete this test? Does God think I'm strong for what I think?

Excited the brown iris-owning girl with her tiny lips and a drop of clear crystal fell from her eye patch.

Wh why? Why do people we love more potentially create a deep sense of disappointment?

Again he cried out to the air hoping that the wind would blow him to the creator. He also smiled blandly while taking photos and something that he had always considered valuable was painful.

"It turns out only here is the meaning of friendship for you? I did not expect that the events that Amalia experienced used to happen to me, you know you already sicken people who always shuddered your life from Junior High School..

Do you know if I'm the same he's officially dating? Butwhy? Maybe you don't even know how hard I've been patient, being the best for the person I love. You should know one thing, that jealousy looks at no one. "

My mouth on a piece of photo displaying ten girls with happy faces hugging each other, then tearing them into small pieces. That's like trust for me.

Something that is intact in shape but can be broken into pieces in time and cannot be returned as hard as you try.

Clouds of clubs hanging in the air close the sun that gives warmth and happiness. The cool breeze scented with rain also greeted. It didn't take long for the rain to start falling to the earth. The aroma was soothing and the cool breeze turned into a piercing cold heart.

Rinai rain also accompanied this little girl. He directed the petals of the hand that grasped the painful fragments of memories. Slowly opened the petals and exhaled and let the wind carry them away until the rain erased its tracks. Rinai rain disguised a puddle of clear crystals that had broken down from the little girl's cheeks.

The flashback

Ringing cell phone chanting 'I won't give up' owned by Jason Mraz. A name is listed there Diandra Larasati.

"Yes Din why?" I who at that time felt fine without feeling anything that would happen just silently followed the flow.

"...." instantly the look on my face turned flat.

"Oh yaudah Din to my house at home kok" I do not understand one thing, tumben once diandra call and want to play at my house.

By the way Diandra is also one of the ten girls in my friendship who are closer to me besides Aldira.

"Calistas.. Play yuk!!! Assalamualaikum atuuuuk tuuuk atuuuk" Toa is a long-haired, pure-white girl. Well-favoured.

"Ck. When do I have normal temen anyway. Beautiful sound kayak toa mosque, get ready to ENT I "decakku while stepping open the door.

Then she screamed out my name and kissed my cheek. Iyuuuh.

"Had I not rabies times" upset me who understood with the look of my disgusted face then I laughed.

Then we headed to my room.

"Well what to drink?" ask me mindfully as a good host.

"Hm, is there a color?" ask her with a cute pretentious tone made-up.

"There was. Spirtus, gasoline, wipol, or oil?" I answered who was immediately rewarded with pillows and bolsters that floated towards me.

After I fulfilled my dear friend's request, we played music that accompanied our night, throwing ourselves to the bed.

We were carried away until I was closed, but still could hear the sounds around me. Until the weak voice of Diandra interrupts.

"Lis?" Diandra's weak voice disturbed my tranquility.

"Hm? " my mumbling still closed refused to open my eyes.

"Gue apologized" I opened my eyes and turned to Diandra who was staring at the ceiling of my room. Then he changed his position to sit on my side.

"Make what?" and I also reflexively changed my position to sit on my bed.

"Make this" he showed me something from his phone, one of his sosmed which contained our friends without exception who I had not been able to download.

As soon as I was stuck like something was wrapped around my heart, I found it hard to breathe to see what was in front of my eyes.

"Ga Din, it's impossible. It's a joke, right? You know me for sure? You're just like any other Din, really like manasin people, really like for me to cry" I accused Diandra who just shook her head to look at me softly.

Okay so this is really painful. Something no one ever expected.

"Tin Jawab!!! Tell me if it's not Agas. Tell me if it's just an edit photo. Answer Din. J A W A B's..

Why are you diem? Hah" Diandra's reflexes hugged me and stroked my dear hair.

"Sorry that the truth list hurts more and is ready to be ready, you don't want to accept" Diandra drowned her face while saying an apology that should not be him who did it.

I stared pushyly ahead, my mind drifting at what I saw a few minutes ago.

"Well, how long did Agas put a photo of the two of them on his sosmed account of this Din?" I asked in a trembling voice as if I was like a dandelion ready to be crushed in a storm.

"Seek List, after the bukber show setu (ten-one) "His speech while hugging me tightly which he believes I will be crushed to the ground to hear it.

My reflexes held her tightly even though she was weak and quivered to hold back tears.

Even then I was fighting all day Din and sorenya you guys bukber but Agas did not try to persuade me Din. Do I have to back off now?

Instantly my tears broke filling the silence of the night. I who can't believe it, I who was hurt that second, I who felt the meaning of a 'treason' can no longer build a solid wall within me.

"Ga maybe Din, Agas can't be that bad, right? Daisy too, I trust her. But why at? Wh why?

Why just a photo of the two? Just the two and very friendly. WHY Din?" My hysterical screams in my tears implied a new and profound disappointment.

Like the rain that hit hard we can not prevent it.

Flashback off

From someone I learned to, don't be too trusting of friends, but unfortunately friendship is more valuable than Love. Like a mirror, which can always judge our bad.

However, I forgot that the mirror could crack, if we couldn't put it where it should be. It can also crack because of mistakes we make, intentional or not.

So how should it be? It depends on us.

Hates. A word that originally grew out of caring, affection flavored with betrayal and ended with extreme disappointment.

Three years the little girl was patient, three years had the little girl beat her ego for their friendship, and three years ago the little girl put on a mask covering her heart and thought everything would be fine.

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