True Love Seekers
1. What Is Love?

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Hy, I'm Jack..

That's not my real name, but I like to cross that name out in my uniform and tattoo markers at my school,,,

"Bang, hem.inih his coffee.." the voice of the canteen mother slowly gave the bitter coffee through the narrow classroom window so as not to be caught by my teacher in front, hehe, ...

"Take a bik.. Thanks bik.. all the fritters yes bik, 5000 aja..hehehe. "thus much knowledge still get 10 fried at that time. I often drink coffee in class secretly, I know, although his glass had fallen cracked when learning Indonesian..

As always, though,

My eyes will fall asleep in class let alone listen to lessons except for the fun atmosphere or beautiful teacher.

I like to lift my feet to my desk, and always shorten my long shirt that I never stick to the mandatory stickers from school rules, except for the doodles and signatures on my shirt.

I thought, I thought,

I just enjoy my school because, people say, High School is the most beautiful time..

Even though I'm on the mark of an impolite and wayward student.

Moreover, I was often slapped by teachers or I had made math teachers cry and did not enter our classes, because I did not want to be punished excessively by being embarrassed, he said,

Even so I once got a rank of 10, you know, hehe.. Maybe it was because the general champion of my class was losing to a genius or arguing with me, let alone percentage time..

I was class secretary for 6 years that I was in school.

I also like to think, live, relax, and do not want to be disturbed by anyone,

I also like to write, but not to write lessons.hhe.com compose poetry, poetry, pantun,

I used to paint my teacher when explaining the lesson ahead, let alone her beautiful teacher pulling hearts...

I also thought about the mysteries that exist in this world,

My hobbi looked up at the sky and waited for the shooting stars...

But the mystery I find most difficult to solve is the mystery of love, and the heart..

What makes this person so loving?

"Bro, I think that's the most beautiful girl in this class, right"

"From that moment I looked around, as if Jack was right, I also saw the most beautiful girl.."

"Failure is not Rif.." I asked my friend who was in the corner of the class..

"Maybe..." We voted in class on the first day when we were new students...

Until our voting girl became my first boyfriend a year later, when I was in 8th grade, I was 15.

Actually, it's not my first sight. I was at first sight when the first mumps in this pesantren.he is now my best friend.

My first boyfriend and I called R not too much of a story, except love letters piled on top of my attic, Each letter almost has the symbol of Love and the arrow pierces the symbol of love that in and I pantun and the poem of love. hahaha..

Well it was 2013. when it was still the time of the letters in dating and loving, not yet the time of WhatsApp, Facebook, and Instagram. Not many have HP, though,

Then we broke up because he was a matre..

But I'm also not sure that love is based on beauty, or looks..

I can't express in words what love is,

Well, I'm still curious...

I thought about that for a long time...

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Even in 9th grade, there were probably 6 women I approached, but I was just curious about me, and almost all of them became my best friends..

There are many women I have approached,

This time I followed my heart again..

"Duh, Zey.. The girls next to this are so noisy, let's take a peek..." I also broke through a little wall of our class with my friend's scissors,

Her smile, sincere, her face, very caring, she was very beautiful, even though the person was not very tall, she said, but it was very soft for me to see through this little hole when the five of them were sitting in a circle on the floor of the musholla terrace...

"Jack, what do you see." from the front the loudest voice of my teacher because my bench is the farthest behind..

"No sir..." I also sat on the bench....

And still think of the woman whose face was sincere and gentle earlier...

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