THE WILL OF LOVE "HAPPY LAST"
she looks charming

He Looks Charming

And since entering first-rate school my grandparents have died and

it made me very frustrated and I didn't know I should ask for protection

who's. But I realized that there was no parent who did not love his child so much that I

forgave my parents and chose to stay with him until

now it's. I was a child who was known to be grumpy, but now known to be quiet by friends

my friend, I don't know what the cause might be because of my parents' factors, but it's not

it's a struggle to continue my schooling. On the first day of school, in my class

a new student, a woman, named Julianti. Julianti's performance was decent

neatly organized but likes to bully, different from me who messes up which is always a mockery of friends

friends for not being fit in that school for my family size. Then in time for rest, then,

the kids are getting together for the race, I want to join. Something that never

done by the girls before, during this time, the race run time break time was

belongs to the boys. And it turns out, I managed to defeat all those boys, look

things like that Julianti hates me so much for feeling rivaled as a woman. With intention

wicked Julianti, he kept teasing, mocking and insulting me. Then I met with

a man, the man just called his name Geral who helped me not to be disturbed

by Julianti. this man is charming, smart, also good at playing futsal, the more days I get

close to Geral.

I began to grow up with the age that entered tsanawiyah is equal to

Secondary School (SMP). I was faced with puberty when I liked

opposite sex. Not infrequently many men who tease me to be used as a woman

special in the lives of the men, I did start to like the opposite sex since Junior High

but have not thought about a serious relationship to the path of dating.I began to get to know

the first man in life at the time in a cottage at the level of High School (SMA), the,

in High School, I began to have relationships with men I thought I could

providing comfort and giving a lot of laugh smiles in my life that make

sleep well and eat better.“First love is hard to forget” is what is always thrown when talking to

one of the close friends in one of the organizations named 3L (Literation Lumbung

Lombok), this organization that handles in terms of growing interest in reading.

Because I am an Aliyah child at High School or a cottage child, it is not uncommon for children

the mumps also have the same passions that need to be managed properly, because the intention wants

loving very much, to like the opposite sex has started to grow in my chest,

so I often communicate using a shabby letter paper that is given perfume

to have the paper scented was then thrown behind the back wall of the dormitory, because of the man's cottage

men and women were only limited by the five-meter-high wall bulkhead easily

communicating by letter.

My first encounter with a male idol occurred when I was eighteen

nineteen years old, they had met two hundred

fifty-two times in the meadow behind the school through do’a one-third of the night.

His name is also a cottage child should not meet the view let alone two or two, then who can

done is only a wheeled third of the night, it's a beautiful meeting. First love is hard

forgotten, not infrequently all admiration is fixed on the man a, understand the son of the cottage

but not as tight as in the past where you can not get out of the cottage, you have to stay inside

monitoring the state of my beloved, especially when the man I like is very good

in playing futsal, shrewd in playing a round ball so that it is not uncommon to get a champion

in every game, so I don't want to miss watching the action,

even often follow the schedule of futsal club matches, every moment I capture

dimemori brain, the most difficult moment to forget during the game is when Geral it

put the ball into the opponent's goal and waved it at me. His hand was waving

waving like daunt plinth blown by the wind, ,

It was the day when all the humans were standing, they all looked like grass

it was like the world belonged to both. The smile of the man seemed to divert my world,

his eyes were like floodlights that only shone on him in the dark of the night.For three years I lived the love story, I lived with joking laughter happy

and the crying, the happy, the sad, all the flavors mixed into one container that was accommodated with

a glass of hope is united in the ark of holy love, with the promise of living life while praying for each other

meeting in a third of the night but never staring at each other is a very important thing

painful for a pair of children Adam who is being romantically stricken.

Because some of those things that make my relationship become tenuous and mutually

we are accused of having an affair between us. I don't know for sure who's wrong who's two

in that relationship, obviously I don't want him. But clearly for three years

lastly my relationship was not harmonious let alone Geral was also preoccupied with the task

school and other things he was working on at the time. And in the end

our relationship broke up without knowing the clarity. This is probably what's called monkey love, love

a moment and without a good-bye that is spoken well. That's love

monkey, who loves without direction and not clear where to take it.

Between forgetting and remembering we are often faced with an almost

similarly, learning to forget but still remembering what to forget is a thing that must be forgotten

just like a firefly's fleck on a dark night, and its extinguishment is part

from the change of time, it means that every event will inevitably change and be forgotten over time.

But when we try to learn to forget, then we will be more difficult to

forgetting, he will continue to wander and perfect the silence.

I want to burn myself so that all that is left is forgotten and what appears is

new hope. That way forgetting is the best thing to perfect love.

Graduation day has arrived, I continued to STIKES YARSI and Geral continued his studies

one of the Colleges in Jogja. During that time our relationship was no clarity,

we never communicate again. We consider that the relationship is over. But not infrequently

I always remember it. Distance to me is the cruelest creature of God. Spreadings

the people I love, who carry my heart and exchange it for a little

sweet memories that never end for me soy sauce, loved ones tucked there

here, which makes me unceasingly beat distance as the creator of space and bulkhead.

Sometimes I think, how happy it would be if the world was only as wide as a football field in Kawo,

until of course all the residents remain my conscience can be fully covered in it.Thus this niche of my heart never again feel the tinkling of the so-called pain

longs. Distance is getting cruel. The great God is the undemanding flower of love

love grows from the eyes of the cause without meeting my eyes with it, who is sincere

nourish the fertile and give the beautiful shakes that I cannot name.