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Unforgettable (Part 3)
(Fragment of the previous part: [...] You want to know what is it?" he answered and asked a question to me. "Yes, I want to," I said quickly. He take a deep breath, then said, "It's getting bitten up... Again.")
After heard him saying that, I'm so shocked. Like, is he crazy or mad? I take a deep breath, and say, "Go buy a brain!" to him, then go to the cafeteria. I know, he must be shocked, but I have nothing better to say. I'm frustrated. I saw him got bitten up so badly yesterday. I collected all of my courage just to help him, but see???? During my walk to the cafeteria, I've decided that I won't help him at this ever again, and I'm so sure about this.
At cafeteria, I didn't buy anything, but ice lemon tea. I lost my temper, I lost my mood. I don't care about anything right now, even if it's that damn pic or that f*cking weird boy. It's so strange that last night I have fun with that boy, then talk to the same boy at the first break time, but now I'm alone here, only by myself. And in the end, I spent my second break time alone.
A week passed by, and I didn't see him around ever again. I wonder where is he now, or what he does now, but just like the other days, I ended up spent my day alone. I feel like my old me is back. An introvert, a weirdo, an ordinary girl that just exist in this world without any contribution to the world itself. How is it possible? I became a different side of me—that I didn't even know was there only for a few hours in the evening and half a day in the morning. The question "is it just me being a weirdo as usual, or the power of that f*cking boy?" keeps replaying in my head, over and over again.
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Unforgettable (Part 3)
(Fragment of the previous part: [...] You want to know what is it?" he answered and asked a question to me. "Yes, I want to," I said quickly. He take a deep breath, then said, "It's getting bitten up... Again.")
After heard him saying that, I'm so shocked. Like, is he crazy or mad? I take a deep breath, and say, "Go buy a brain!" to him, then go to the cafeteria. I know, he must be shocked, but I have nothing better to say. I'm frustrated. I saw him got bitten up so badly yesterday. I collected all of my courage just to help him, but see???? During my walk to the cafeteria, I've decided that I won't help him at this ever again, and I'm so sure about this.
At cafeteria, I didn't buy anything, but ice lemon tea. I lost my temper, I lost my mood. I don't care about anything right now, even if it's that damn pic or that f*cking weird boy. It's so strange that last night I have fun with that boy, then talk to the same boy at the first break time, but now I'm alone here, only by myself. And in the end, I spent my second break time alone.
A week passed by, and I didn't see him around ever again. I wonder where is he now, or what he does now, but just like the other days, I ended up spent my day alone. I feel like my old me is back. An introvert, a weirdo, an ordinary girl that just exist in this world without any contribution to the world itself. How is it possible? I became a different side of me—that I didn't even know was there only for a few hours in the evening and half a day in the morning. The question "is it just me being a weirdo as usual, or the power of that f*cking boy?" keeps replaying in my head, over and over again.
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Unforgettable (Part 4) - Ending
(Fragment of the previous part: The question "is it just me being a weirdo as usual, or the power of that f*cking boy?" keeps replaying in my head, over and over again.)
Later that day, after the school ends, I go to take a walk first instead of going home. During my walk, I started to think, that my life could be represented by my walk this day. I only walk, keep walking, walking around, but without any purpose. And my life? I just do what have been told, I just do what people said to me to do, but I didn't realize, that all this time, I do things as usual, but don't have any purpose in life. And I also didn't realize, that my tears falling down slowly into my cheeks. The way I want to take a walk to calm my mind, turns out to be worse, but useful, at least for myself.
I finally decided to go home and pass the same street. I saw many of guys running with the stains on their uniforms. I decided to check it out, then I found that a boy is laying there, hold a camera with a broken lens. His blood is falling down from his forehead to his chin. I don't know what to say. I'm speechless, but I can't hold my tears. I'm crying, then I leave. Actually, my mind told me to leave, but my heart told me to stay. I don't know which one should I follow, but still, I leave.
I'm still crying during my walk to go home, even after I finally arrived. I just opened the fences and the door, then go to my room without even saying hi to my Mom. I've been sitting in the floor of my room for like an hour. Still in my uniform, and still with those thoughts that I've got during my journey when I take a walk. I heard someone coming upstairs, then opened the door of my room. It's my Mom. She brings the dinner upstairs because she wants to have a dinner with me, but instead of having a dinner, my Mom hugs me, and I crying even harder. My Mom knows that I'm crying, but she didn't say anything. An hour later, my Mom goes to work, and I stay at my room. We ended up didn't have a dinner... together.
The next day, I didn't go to school because I've got a fever. Maybe it's because I took a bath in the evening—it's cold. I stay at home by myself, because my Mom have to replace her friend for work. Around 5 PM, I saw a posman put something on my mailbox. I ignored it at the first, but I'm too curious, so I checked it out. There's my name on the envelope, which is means that the letter is for me. I opened the envelope quickly, then saw a picture of me and that one weird guy, that we took the first time we met. On the back of the pic, there's a beautiful yet messy handwriting, says:
"I found this pic on my bag after we talked to each other during the first break. I don't wanna tell you yet, and I have a reason. I always keep an eye on you, even when you don't see me around. Today, I don't see you, where are you? I hope you did the same thing as I did. Apologize won't works, but still, I'm sorry. I don't know when this would be happens, but see you."
Since that day, I never see him around anymore. I don't know his name, I don't know where does he live, I don't know where does he going, but I hope he still keeps an eye on me, even tho I never see him around anymore.
Author's note: I'm curious to know, where do you think that boy go? 🤔 And what do you think is the reason he didn't tell her about the pic?? 🤔 I think this part is too long, but it'll be fun! (I mean, I hope so 🤐)
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Unforgettable (Part 4) - Ending
(Fragment of the previous part: The question "is it just me being a weirdo as usual, or the power of that f*cking boy?" keeps replaying in my head, over and over again.)
Later that day, after the school ends, I go to take a walk first instead of going home. During my walk, I started to think, that my life could be represented by my walk this day. I only walk, keep walking, walking around, but without any purpose. And my life? I just do what have been told, I just do what people said to me to do, but I didn't realize, that all this time, I do things as usual, but don't have any purpose in life. And I also didn't realize, that my tears falling down slowly into my cheeks. The way I want to take a walk to calm my mind, turns out to be worse, but useful, at least for myself.
I finally decided to go home and pass the same street. I saw many of guys running with the stains on their uniforms. I decided to check it out, then I found that a boy is laying there, hold a camera with a broken lens. His blood is falling down from his forehead to his chin. I don't know what to say. I'm speechless, but I can't hold my tears. I'm crying, then I leave. Actually, my mind told me to leave, but my heart told me to stay. I don't know which one should I follow, but still, I leave.
I'm still crying during my walk to go home, even after I finally arrived. I just opened the fences and the door, then go to my room without even saying hi to my Mom. I've been sitting in the floor of my room for like an hour. Still in my uniform, and still with those thoughts that I've got during my journey when I take a walk. I heard someone coming upstairs, then opened the door of my room. It's my Mom. She brings the dinner upstairs because she wants to have a dinner with me, but instead of having a dinner, my Mom hugs me, and I crying even harder. My Mom knows that I'm crying, but she didn't say anything. An hour later, my Mom goes to work, and I stay at my room. We ended up didn't have a dinner... together.
The next day, I didn't go to school because I've got a fever. Maybe it's because I took a bath in the evening—it's cold. I stay at home by myself, because my Mom have to replace her friend for work. Around 5 PM, I saw a posman put something on my mailbox. I ignored it at the first, but I'm too curious, so I checked it out. There's my name on the envelope, which is means that the letter is for me. I opened the envelope quickly, then saw a picture of me and that one weird guy, that we took the first time we met. On the back of the pic, there's a beautiful yet messy handwriting, says:
"I found this pic on my bag after we talked to each other during the first break. I don't wanna tell you yet, and I have a reason. I always keep an eye on you, even when you don't see me around. Today, I don't see you, where are you? I hope you did the same thing as I did. Apologize won't works, but still, I'm sorry. I don't know when this would be happens, but see you."
Since that day, I never see him around anymore. I don't know his name, I don't know where does he live, I don't know where does he going, but I hope he still keeps an eye on me, even tho I never see him around anymore.
Author's note: I'm curious to know, where do you think that boy go? 🤔 And what do you think is the reason he didn't tell her about the pic?? 🤔 I think this part is too long, but it'll be fun! (I mean, I hope so 🤐)
#review #kwan #shortstory
Tawang and Lintang
I want to be a lintang
And I want you to be my tawang
Let me be the brightest one
And tell the world that you're only mine
No matter how beautiful are the clouds
No matter how interesting are their words
If lintang isn't there
Tawang won't be the same
I hope you want to be the tawang
And I hope you want me to be your brightest lintang
Let people pay attention
And consider it as the purest intention
(Author's note: I'm sure some of you (or maybe all) don't know or don't understand what is tawang and lintang. In Javanese, "tawang" means sky, and "lintang" means star. I hope this little information helps!)
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I want to be a lintang
And I want you to be my tawang
Let me be the brightest one
And tell the world that you're only mine
No matter how beautiful are the clouds
No matter how interesting are their words
If lintang isn't there
Tawang won't be the same
I hope you want to be the tawang
And I hope you want me to be your brightest lintang
Let people pay attention
And consider it as the purest intention
(Author's note: I'm sure some of you (or maybe all) don't know or don't understand what is tawang and lintang. In Javanese, "tawang" means sky, and "lintang" means star. I hope this little information helps!)
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Something in Your Head
Something in your head
Have you wonder what is it?
Something in your head
Is it true or just a fantasy?
Something in your head
Might control you
Something in your head
Might control the world
Something in your head
Think about it again and again
Are you ready yet?
Or always be ready?
Something in your head
Ask it what you should do
Something in your heart
Make it true, make it true
(Author's note: feels good to come back! Hope you still welcoming me, wether the old members or the new members.)
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Something in your head
Have you wonder what is it?
Something in your head
Is it true or just a fantasy?
Something in your head
Might control you
Something in your head
Might control the world
Something in your head
Think about it again and again
Are you ready yet?
Or always be ready?
Something in your head
Ask it what you should do
Something in your heart
Make it true, make it true
(Author's note: feels good to come back! Hope you still welcoming me, wether the old members or the new members.)
#review #kwan #poetry