3 a Letter From You

is this heart upset?

The time has shown at 9 p.m. This anxiety is passed every hour today. I have nothing to do today but ask questions, think, and sometimes even these eyes always glance at the letter tucked in a hat wrapped by a TL5 child. Unable to bear this heart wants to read it, but this heart is trying to fool me so I ignore it. But, but..

aaaaaahhhh .... really this soul can't hold anymore, I want to open it ... I want to read it ...

I want to know what he wrote for me ....

"I ... I ... huuuffftt ..." I took a deep breath and then exhaled.

"Okay ..! I want to open and read the letter ..!"

I immediately woke up from my sleep, and I took the letter that I had thrown from my hand and then I threw it into the corner of my wardrobe.

I tidied up the letter again and I opened it slowly.

This letter makes me very upset, this letter makes me almost crazy to always think about it.

Then I opened the letter slowly and I began to read it. And ... finally I read ...

My eyes glared and stared ... The contents of this letter I can't say a word ... because he wrote ... a word!

------ Z O N K !!!!!! -------

"Oh my God ..." my mouth spoke quickly .. It turned out that the kid was joking! That kid makes me feel stupid all day.

The boy made me think about it from day to night.

That boy makes my heart hate and wants revenge on him. Even now this heart feels hot, I can't wait it seems tonight has changed in the morning.

So I can meet him,

So I can punch his face ..!

So I can kick his body ...!

So I can pull out her hair ...

So I can berate him ...!

"Haaaaaaahhh ..... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaah ...!"

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh ....!

I screamed in frustration.

I strengthen my heart so that these eyes do not shed tears. I threw away the memory of his face in this head.

Really, this feeling in my soul is inevitable.

My breath felt tight, this body heat, Emotion raged and hatred began to undermine my soul. Only because of a stupid letter. makes me look like a fool all day. And all this happened because of him ...

Because he was the first person, which made me think about it.

Because he was the first person to make this self, like feeling something in this soul.

Because he was the first to give me something and feel something ...

From admiration to now, feelings of hate him.

Now all that's left is anger, hatred, frustration, resentment, and the feeling that the soul is completely out of control. I also find it strange why I am this way, what is really in this soul.

"Oh my God ... Why did this happen ...?"

"Crik ... Crik ... Crik ..."

Suddenly the sound of a cellphone startled me, and stopped the anger that moved my soul.

"Hello Anjani, it's me ...!

Jolted I felt this soul as if it were dark and my eyes glared in shock at the sound coming out of this cellphone.

"Sorry if I bother you ... I just want to say, don't forget to eat the chocolate, then brush your teeth, okay? In order not to get a toothache ... hehehehe .. Ok Anjani, good night Anjani ... tomorrow if I call again don't be angry ... bye .... " and the sound changed ... nuut..nuut ... nut ..

This mouth seems locked, this tongue feels stiff, this anger I can't say.

I can't get rid of my frustration. I feel like replying to his words. I want to scold him and say it.

But... His voice makes me like a statue that is silent a thousand languages.

Now my question is, from whom did he get my telephone number ... Chocolate yes ... he said about chocolate earlier, I almost forgot about the chocolate he gave.

I looked for it again, the chocolate I threw before.

"Huh ... apparently you're in the trash! Luckily I haven't thrown you chocolate!"

like crazy I said to the chocolate. My eyes are fixed on this piece of paper tucked into this brown wrapper.

a small folded piece of white paper.

I open and read ...

--------- Anjani, tomorrow I will wait for you in the Canteen behind break time 2 -------

I was shocked at once, It turns out he really managed to drive me crazy ... The pink envelope is fake, the contents of the letter are on this paper.

Yaaa .... God ... why with all this

I want to change tonight, because I want to see it as soon as possible. My anger has now turned into a smile, my hatred has now turned into a feeling of waiting ...

Anjani why are you like this?

I ask myself, because I really don't understand ...

Why am I being like this ...

Again I remember the face of the TL5 child,

when in the cafeteria, at the school gate and when he waved at me ... aaaaaahhhh ... why am I God ... why am I like this

This is what I was afraid of, this is what I always guarded, I wanted to feel this way when I was in college. but, now ... I've felt it ...

feel myself going crazy, feel myself become stupid and feel myself like being hypnotized by someone.

Oh, my God ...

Don't say that this is my karmic pride, until I accept this quickly ... I'm not ready, God ...

I close my eyes, I pray and surrender .... I hope all of this is a dream ... just a dream tonight.

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The second break was only ten minutes away, my heart began to fidget erratically.

I don't know what I should do later, when I meet him later, whether I should be angry with him or whether I should thank you for the roses and chocolates he gave me yesterday ...

Huuuuffff .... Anjani, why are you like this? why do you have to change like this? God, what really happened to me ... I also asked myself why I should be like this .....

Playing with this feeling, it's very difficult for me ...

I don't want to be like this, but I can't lie to myself ...

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