Memories Of Her Part 1

My name is Juna, my full name is Juna Matahari Radinaska. True to my name, I love the sun. Don't know why, I don't have a reason for that. I am the son of a rich man, my father and mother love me very much, I am the eldest of three children, which means I have two younger siblings, one boy, and one girl.

My younger brother is Justin Alvaro Radinaska, many people say me and Justin's twins, even though they know we're pretty far apart in age, about three years. My face is very similar to Justin's, but I think I'm more handsome than Justin, I'm his brother. Nothing can match the handsomeness of a brother. But in fact, I realized that Justin is more handsome than me.

Justin is the favorite child of father and mother. He is an accomplished child, becomes the Student Council President, often participates in the Olympics, the point is that all good things are in him. Sometimes I wonder why Justin never gets tired of studying. It's just me, let alone studying, I don't even have books. But for some reason my destiny is good, I can be smart without studying, I can catch material with one listen, so if I study again later I will be more famous.

My little sister's name is Aletta Putri Violet. I love my little sister more than I love Justin. I spoiled her, for some reason I felt that little Violet was very adorable, Violet was like an angel in my life. Violet and I are 6 years apart.

My family is complete with them in my life. I feel that I do not lack anything, I have a harmonious family, I get more than enough love from my father and mother, I am never lonely, I am always surrounded by people who love me.

At school, I was always cold, indifferent, and didn't care about the environment around me. I don't know why I don't like to show off with the happiness I have, let them think what I am like, I don't care. After all, they weren't the ones who fed me, were they? But I behave like that only to women, I do that on purpose so they don't come near me. I don't like women who like me, because for me the nature of women is being chased, not chasing.

But sometimes everything I do is in vain, they still look at me with adoring eyes, not infrequently some women don't know shame on daring to confess his love to me in public, I think it's embarrassing. But then again I don't care, whatever they do is their right, I never bother with their behavior.

I can be called a bad boy, but if the nickname of a bad boy doesn't suit me, because behind my mischief, I have many advantages that others may not have, one of which is that I am good at rejecting women.

I am Juna Matahari Radinaska, I study at Tribuana High School, I am in the 1st grade of high school, I major in science, and my favorite subject is Mathematics Why Math? Maybe that's a pretty silly reason to hear, I like math because math is complicated, you have to solve algorithmic problems, you have to understand probability. More precisely the opportunity to get his love. Because math is complicated, that's why I like it, I can learn to understand the complexity of women. The most complicated thing for me is not mathematics, but the character of women. Why? Because women are creatures who always want to be right, always give unclear codes that must be solved by men. Okay, remember this is for girls, please! men are not psychics who can know everything.

At school, I had four best friends from my Student Orientation Period with them, one group until finally one class with them. My best friends are Andra, Stefan, Raka, and Langit. We are like betel nut in five. Those kids at Tribuana High School called us "Most Wanted Pandawa." I also don't understand why they say we most wanted, but you could say we are famous for our above-average good looks. But are all humans like those who see good looks the main thing, is everything? Oh no! It seems that the world will stop breathing.

My four friends are fun, friendly, and smiley of course. Either they spread charm to women by spreading smiles everywhere or I was expressionless and didn't pay attention to any woman who approached me, except for her of course. But in reality, he never approached me. But unfortunately, he never looked at me, he never knew that I admired him, I liked him silently, I thought about him who knows where he is now, I don't know. Maybe it was the first and last meeting between me and him. After all that was also years ago, even I don't know what he looks like now, and whether he still remembers our meeting, like I remember all those memory tapes in my mind.

For the first time, I felt something strange about me, I've never felt this before, and strangely enough, I couldn't sleep all night thinking about it, I dreamed about it. Could this be called Falling in Love at the wrong time? I don't know, all I know is that I'm in love and that's why I know thanks to me innocently telling mom about this because I can't hold it in anymore.

Juna is pensive on her King size bed, she takes a ready position to sleep exploring his dream world, but when he wanted to close his eyes, he remembered the recorded conversation with his mother several years ago.

Flashback On

"Mother," Juna shouted, startling her mother who was cooking in the kitchen, there was the sound of a spoon clinking from the kitchen, Ah he startled her mother again, he thought with her innocent grin.

"Oh my god Aska, why do you have a habit of surprising mother? What if your mother has a heart attack? You want responsibility? Don't you feel sorry for your mother, you are still so young, you must have a heart disease?" Mother Ana scolded (yes Ana is the biological mother of the 3 children). And Aska is Ana's mother's call to call Juna, she prefers to call her eldest child with his last name.

"Sorry mom, Aska didn't mean to. Mom, Aska wants to tell you but don't laugh, okay? If mom laughs, Aska doesn't tell the story, Aska wants to go back to her room again if that's the case." said Aska who was about to turn towards his room which was on the top floor.

"What's the story, honey? Okay, mommy won't laugh, mommy promise. Let's talk to mommy." said mother Ana enthusiastically.

"Isn't it true that you won't laugh?" Aska asked to confirm once again.

"Yes dear true, a mother will not laugh," answered Ana's mother confidently, she wanted to laugh seeing the serious look on Aska's face that was in front of her now, but she held it in so it didn't happen. Because Aska has never been this moody, serious like this, made him feel something strange about his son, recently he noticed that his son was often daydreaming, I don't know what he was thinking. Therefore, this is his opportunity to find out about his son's problem, who knows he can provide a solution for his eldest son.