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Today Ilham and his five friends are Rafael, Rangga, Bhishma, Dicky and also Reza is cool to walk around in the city. Indonesia's capital city. But they do not ride a car or motorcycle. Instead walk. Yes .. his name is also streets, automatic walking.

"Ham, I'm thirsty ya" Dicky said, clutching his throat were dry already rich desert without water
"Really lo doang hungry? I also thirsty know "chirps Bisma
"We Traktirin dong, Ham. Lo the rich "asked Rafael to face melasnya
"Yeah rich, rich monkey lo Coh the word?" Asked Ilham upset.
"Wkwkwkwk" everything just laughed out loud. While Ilham just pouted not clear

Reza, immediately hugged her brother Ilham with a sense of compassion. "Uweekkk .. nauseated Ko in ama Reza hug. yes, I know, he's my brother. But still I really disgusted. Myspace clay people told you I was not normal "inner inspiration

While hug Ilham, Reza said,
"Let the one, Ham, lo do not frown dong! Later added the already ugly face ugly, you know "
"Sett dah ni yak how is my brother? I ngehibur first, but why last ngehina I? "Said Ilham upset in his heart
"From the lo, bang, nose to the palace !!!" Ilham also reply teasing his brother.
Jump deh, Reza ngeraba-touch his nose. Ilham still laughing just glad wrote in his heart.
"Are you sure you want me traktirin lo?" Asked Ilham rich snobs. All nodded
"Fine, I traktirin lo all dah"
Finally, Ilham treat all his companions were quite Ngeselin with beverage cans. well really yes

"Thanks yes, Ham" said Dicky.
"Yoi coy .." said Ilham
"I adek Tumben well. the usually stingy really ama me. again kesambet lo devil what? "teased Reza
"Wow .. less tamarind really yes, my brother. traktirin already good at, uh instead of teasing. if rich tau Look, I will not treat. a waste of money. I'd better use for the other "inner inspiration
"What the hell is lo say, bang?" Asked Ilham upset.
His face red. not red because of embarrassment. but with annoyance. besides red face, from both ears out smoke, You know he really bull ballistic how? yes .. roughly deh Ilham picture time again go ballistic. Carefully, the house can be destroyed !!!
"Kagak anyway, Ham. I had just said good lo deh already traktirin I "Reza with watadosnya.
"I can bang ketauan lo, lo Boong reply. Gini-Gini I could kagak lo boongin. weve thought I fuck? snot-nosed kid? "said Ilham hearts
"Not that it was. but that before! "Ilham order. Reza shook his head, and ...
"KABURRRR !!!"

Forced inspiration must chase his brother. he said all body langsingin let rich Bhishma, but not until skinny so

BRUK ..

Ilham not accidentally bumped into someone. Crazy .. very beautiful behind. especially from the front. tuh hair is very long, about waist-lah. where tall again .. inner inspiration as he continued to stare at someone who had it crash

"Pretty" call Inspiration, patting his shoulder
Inspiration hit someone who had no answer. Again Ilham call,
"Beautiful" Ilham call again. tetep wrote not want to peek. Reza wrote suddenly came over Ilham.
"What are you doing lo, deck?" Asked Reza for police
"Ni hello beautiful girls. But crazy ... arrogant really bang "said Ilham upset
"Really lo sure, this original girl?" Asked Reza doubt.
Ilham nodded sure
"Fine deh. I live, Ham. Good Luck !! "Ilham Reza left the girl alone with this arrogant.

"Girl, peek dong!" Ilham tell when Reza had gone
Finally, it was the peek too. However,
"Aaaaaaaa ... !!!" shouted Inspiration
"Oh cyin, no mas handsome"
"Huaaa ... benconggg !!!"

Ilham ran kenceng really. Bencong was actually chasing Ilham. Then nyampe time in large trees, inspiration and this bencong run muterin tu tree. You know vidio clip india right? That there is a girl with a guy going around-muterin use clothes india big trees?

"Hosh .. pant .."

"I swear, I really cape. Well, my friend fifth instead lol. Wow .. can not be invited to the stove mi ya. Uh, I mean compromise "said Ilham holding both knees while looking at his five friends were laughing out loud

"Oh mas handsome, why stop it?" Asked bencong it in a tone that made Ilham shocker.

Ilham forced to run again. might lost weight 10 kg tuh. Almost wrote, Ilham in the same hug tu bencong. But he was able to escape. Imagine if the same embraced Ilham bencong, then at Reza in the photo, upload to twitter .. distress times huh ??

"ILHAMMM MAMAAA ... PLEASE !!!!"

Short Story Essay: Zahrah Alifia Ghaida Anrose
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My name is Zahra Alifia Ghaida Anrose, commonly called Zahra. Currently I have produced four works, namely:
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4. This Is My Story published nulisbuku.com

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Dark color tone
Appears behind the north
Menerawamg how digits in anxiety ...
I was imprisoned in the power of time
Why is this?
Caught in overcast
Flying in a rainbow
Pursued eternal love,

The woman was staring at the clouds through the window fragile, now he is in bondage deep sadness. He greeted the morning with dark, waiting for a quick night came. Hopefully love.

Adler, that's greeting since first entering the real world, some of the time. Adler live beautifully, no one beats her world.

The ride was no trace limit, no stops, no word tired. It is very beautiful to enjoy the world that one to the other side of the world, from west to east, even from north to south. Waiting life without end.

Symphony first story is now only fragments of the beauty of life. He is now only woman sitting alone behind the window waiting for the miracle to come unexpected. Waiting ..

He slumped since new story that is inherent not be separated from jaln life. A story of unparalleled. Left behind by the time of the only point thorns stop everything. dashed

However, now the story becomes a nightmare that actually occurred in fact alive. When ringing "Adler, nanda remember your father and I have to keep track of the world on the other hand, I have to go to the right side of this world. Kan waited yourself signifier, goodbye ". This is a piece of heart-wrenching words, even into the early story WOMEN Adler became cloudy.

"WOMEN'S RAINBOW". With a smile, chirping sounds beautiful, the morning sun, together welcomes story. Beautifully dreamy blue eyes with a ball that is unmatched. First.

Women cloudy. It's my time, just a word that implied meaning and again adds wistfully in the chest. Even row of letters that became the beginning of the journey the next Adler.

The series of story-crystallized love it. Only will be dark hue to her, but why is this ?. dark hue that brings a ball that feels much sun in the rotation of life.

Now women overcast decomposed by the sun and make the ball Adler woman morning sun that decorate the universe.

Short Story Essay: Niny Mahruz Bella

Name: Nini Mahrus Bela
Age: 16 years
School: SMA Islam Athirah Bone
Address: Bulukumba
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Maybe not the time to talk about love in my mind at this time. Because I caught up in a lot of responsibility and a myriad of targets to be achieved this semester. But, he made me open-mouthed at the time of the incident that day. Yes Nadin, a friend who suddenly disappeared from my life. Stay away, stay away and keep away. Disappear for no apparent reason.

Nadin, his name is always there in my mind at that time. Perhaps because of awe or love, or could it be love. Unique smile, always envisaged a plain face and his words are straightforward and unequivocal. Encouraging to me. Gives tremendous power to become a better person and keep better throughout the day. Pick a myriad of achievements on campus. Against limitations in myself. Lebay little bit I guess, but it's like that. Short impact caused by beam sincere heart. He who accomplished much kept me motivated every day of my life.

That night, I sent a message to him from my cell phone. Send words of motivation that often I sent to friends close to me. To expect a straightforward reply as usual. Expecting a line that will make me smile reply.

One minute, passed, an hour was approaching, and ultimately empty night without a word replies coming into my phone. Feels disappointed not like the nights usually. When she returned my message even if two or three times a reply. Finally kuterlelap in the dark of night in my room were quiet.

The next morning I lead my life as usual. Lecture with spirit. Noting lecturers and still answer the questions that lead me. Try searching for the attention of the lecturer, so my grades will be maintained at the end of the semester. No doubt sometimes also be a priority value. In addition to the knowledge that is beneficial.

Class was over by 10:00 pm, I went out across the lecture hall and tried to look into the room next door who happened Nadin lecture hall. Look at the look, no I'm looking face. He was sitting on a bench which is usually empty and there was no sign of her. He did not go to college that day. In my mind said, "What happened to him. Could he be sick ..? ". to answer my curiosity wait for the class after the laptop while playing alongside lecture room. And finally his friends came out and I asked "why not make college Nadin". None of his friends who know, why he did not go to college that day. Understandably he was a very private person and the most focused I've ever known.

The next day I tried again to reach him. But there is no news and answers. And so on, day after day I passed in penasaranku. And no one knows it is reported until now, he disappeared without a word and reason.

Short Story Essay: Then Muhammad Ridwan
Blog: muhammadridwanprima.blogspot.com
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Passing vehicles crossing highway growing increasingly cracking, brittle. Old highway that has been ignored again by the government to be repaired. It was said that this highway has a history of bad and terrible. Many tragedies accident and ended a horrible death, and therefore not many audiences who choose to pass that way. But this does not apply to the audience of caffeinated beverages. It turns out that not a few of them choose to cross the highway for the sake of a glass or even seseruput black liquor containing the coffee powder. Whether pleasure what makes them willing to queue to get all of it. Especially when putung-butts skirt * k scattered in every ashtray contained in that room table and a variety of bad smell which often make uncomfortable and that makes a big question mark to me about what pleasure can be to have to sacrifice on the nose with unhealthy air it .

Cafe fragrance, so people call it. Perhaps of scents that can not be detected it makes the name more and wafted by all people of good intermediate level down to the top across the country, as if there's nothing to smell the fragrance of the cafe. Not only that, rumor which carries the name of the cafe was always heard of any oral audiences. Well, of course that's what makes this cafe name skyrocketed.

The more the longer the gap can not be kuintai of small holes are made of cement next to it. The more immigrants who packed full of classic buildings nan black opaque glass. Sometimes terbesit a tragic memories to me many times hold myself to do it. Well, my desire is only one. Want to destroy it fragrant. No longer fragrant nose damage, brain damage and even liver migrants.

"Maria, quickly entered the house"
My father orders are always heard whenever he find me lurking behind the small holes where air exchange. Delivery always with the emphasis very deep, tucked strands of the story's dark past in each of his breath. And of course I had to follow his orders.
"Fathers do not want if you have to end up like the late sister"
And here's an extra sentence which always weighed on my mind, even making it as a monitor driving patterns of thought.

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"Let's drink Reihan! Just a glass of black coffee course you do not want to try it! "A voice that sounded very Reihan friend dropped. At that time, Reihan just looked empty cup of black coffee without any response.
"What's the difference you with the women," added the voice. This time his voice increasingly pressing, dropping. As demonstrated some spoiled woman who barusaja flashed before him, while still with a view Reihan empty.
"And you're willing to your women, so that with me?" He added. Reihan waking moment of emptiness, looked at the figure of a man in front of him intently. Very highlighted anger burst. Very sharp spotlight like shavings newly sharpened knife again. A few minutes in silence, then promptly spent a cup of black coffee that confronted him. Instantly the whole room's eyes fixed on him. Perhaps for them it is a very brave figure in the spent liquor with a variety of herbs mixed in it-haram they had known before. And for this they are blind love. Just for the sake of a woman he loved-possible-he was willing to swallow thorn death. Or did he already knew what was going to happen as a result of, or even indeed he wanted to commit suicide? Well, various possibilities have tersebutkan, and this may be only a few of each head spectators horrible scene.

Time passed, the sound of frenzied vehicle the police began to sound softly, getting closer and well, the atmosphere of the cafe was instantly silent. Some where the visitors who previously heard chaos suddenly silent even just stay-butts butts skirt * k and empty cups were dirty and a man who left with mouth full of foam. Weak and helpless. Her face strong athletic and did not look as before, completely helpless. some of the items found by police were immediately packed for diseidiki and others brought the man to the hospital.

A few days of treatment but does destiny have to pick him up to go back. And it was due to an overdose of meninnggal mixture ext * the beverage contained in the few minutes before he died he was drinking. Of course, have been investigated by the police who found him in a deplorable state.

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"Reihan Firman"

Written neatly on a tombstone that is being partially hidden by burial mound. Increasingly fragrant frangipani scent for a cool afternoon breeze. Well, not anymore fragrant aroma of coffee and smoke powder skirt * k that wafted but funeral floral fragrance that either there or not benefits to owners of tombstones. Some tears fell from every view people around the cemetery. How unfortunate person who has just placed in a narrow hole and backfilled with soil burial should live alone with no one to accompany in nature there. Several times I rubbed my eyes, clean up a few drops of tears and convince carving tombstones that had been endlessly seen. Well, my brother was dead. He left us to go to his new nature.

Everyday is very impressive make other men envy him because not a few Muslim women who want to be his best man. He was my idol at the time, always diligent congregational prayers in the mosque and the mosque smoothed time before and after the prayers conducted. In fact he had asked some parents to teach the Koran to their children. However, a few months figure I knew was gone. After identifying some wild new friends, he so rarely pray, even for the congregation to pray alone several times I reminded just passed in the ear. Either since then I increasingly do not recognize my brother figure. As the world is being turned me against him.

Gradually, I started to become an adult. I carefully studied the Islamic religion and that was the will of God that has been written in lahw mahfud for my brother. And from here I learned a good start though not always all it's going to end up with goodness, this depends on each individual. How he must keep himself in order to leave this world in a state that Husnul khotimah. And after death surely come, as a cup of black coffee and a friend of my brother's death the worst of which is an introduction to my brother, and of course with a cafe with a fragrant odor was not clear who made me want to burn it. for a moment I also understand, examine the incidence of long-but never I found the truth. Well, it is written in a live scenario if it is the end of this story is like my brother, God forbid. And indeed, I have realized that a cup of black coffee, a friend of my brother and cafes fragrant essential cause of death is not my brother, but only an intermediary that has been scripted in his God. *

Seblak-handsome, 5 December 2013

Short Story Essay: Latifah Ferdiana
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"I will not let myself get into the same hole, that ye"
yes, that's all I can say to myself when I heard that name back in my life. somehow, all the flavor back. feeling frustrated, annoyed, angry, happy, love, and all the new feelings I felt after I knew him. after I fell. yes, love. whether it is love or merely love. which obviously I was falling, falling in a hole that gives me happiness. fall in the hole that contains so many beautiful things there. but the hole was too deep. the hole was too far from I guess. that I could not get out. until I was trapped there. in the hole, alone, in silence. holes should be filled by two people, just left me here. in solitude that torment me. alone, abandoned by all the wonderful memories we've been through together in this hole.

Morning came again. The fourth year I worked at this company, the company that gave me so much experience. in this place I can get a luxury sedan dah home office that the company gave me. but this all is not important, however, because my heart is empty. I remember those moments. when I shut up and pay attention to them, my extended family. Large family named orphanage Light. yes, Light, that's my name. first orphans in this orphanage. child who gives light to a widow who lives alone seller cake. found under the tree city park when selling cakes. light, that's the name he gave. simple, sweet, but a lot of meaning. because since then. mother goddess gained a lot of sustenance, cakes commonly sold hard sell even one of the famous shops in the city always order the homemade pastries mother goddess. 6 years after the care of the mother goddess, she can buy a home that is more than simple for both of us, at the same orphanage was founded. where I met you.

I still remember the tears, the tears are endless even knows how many drops that I spend. perhaps hundreds, of thousands of tears. but it can not erase my wounds. at the sight of the mother goddess motionless swaddled putin named shroud. at the sight of her body gradually disappeared under the barrow. who knows what else is going on I do not remember. since then I've been in my room with state of the eyes so swollen that it was difficult for me to open it.

I was not a cheerful child, even tekesan cool and fierce. because my nature that I never had many friends. and those who can see the goodness and warmth in me only the mother goddess, and you.

Yes. you give happiness for me. you remove all my wounds. you fill out all of my loneliness. you who know what I like and what I hate without me give tau. you who know all kekesalanku, all the feelings that I just keep it to yourself. my name is light, but when it really becomes light is you and all kehangatanmu.

All so much fun. because ye warmed my heart cold, harsh and softened my nature. when I was 17 years old, that's when I realized, if I really love you. and when it anyway, you go, leave, and all the happiness that you gave me.

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"Aya!" I stop immediately. berdegub very strong heart to possibly be heard by the people around me. breath as if choked. has nearly 10 years I did not hear it. voice always sounded warm.
"Hey, aya!" A voice came closer, coupled with accelerated footsteps. I wanted to turn around, and make sure that the voice belonged to someone who had been missing from my life. but my body remained fixed. my lungs too nervous to show symptoms, ie shortness of breath.

His footsteps getting closer. as well as the increasingly loud heartbeat. "He called my name" the phrase many times I say, until either since from when he was already in front of me. those eyes, that smile, adi! together with the presence also of all the grief that has been 10 years I forget.

We were both silent, staring intently each face.
"Aya, a .." plaakkk ...
He could not continue my hand had landed hard on his cheek. I can not hide the face pucatku, until I quickly got into the office and let himself get tamparanku shocked silence.

Suddenly there is a new sms number for I did not know.
"Thanks aya, you still want to touch me. I thought you were disgusted with me "
Deg .. "why the response he just like that really, really annoying. go there wrote much of my life. make eye Sepet wrote lo "
But he simply did not change, still the same warm as it used to. I will not see the slightest anger in his face when I had slapped her.

Selesei work I went straight to sedanku. once again, he managed to make me pale. he comes with riding a blue color. Our favorite vehicle both.
"I know you do not like the sedan up, come on! I between home "
Either hypnotized or something, I indulged. The bike ride and dibonceng him.

"Why did you come back?" Question that just came out of my mouth without me knowing it. I know the moment she was shocked to hear the question because suddenly his bike he brakes for no reason.
"Because I want to restore the happiness that once I took 10 years ago"
deg, my blood seemed to ripple, and immediately all the flavors that have I forgotten back. I feel the warmth of it back, until he could feel my tears out back. water that had been frozen and never come out again from my eyes, now began to melt because of its warmth.

Adi knows I cried immediately stop pedaling activities.
"You what?" The question I can not answer. I even continued cries even louder.
"Hey, aya! you know why? forgive me yes! "I can hear the tone of panic.
"To .. contact .. why .. you per..gi in? a .. I ben..ci ba..nget with you! ka..kamu te.ga ninggalin a..aku sendi..ri "remains to cry, I shed all kekesalanku today, in front of him. he knows that happiness is he. if he wants to restore happiness, it means he wants to come back to me.

"I got a scholarship to go to college in Autralia aya, I can not tell you, because I do not like most things in this world is to see you cry" he spoke as he bowed his head in, but all that could not hide the fear in her face . all body movement and facial expression really showed that he was very depressed at this time.
"I was really scared when I come back you already belong to someone else. but I'm happy, because you are never in a relationship with anyone after departure "reflex she immediately hugged me, I was still frozen at the time. all this really made me shocked.

"Aya! will you marry me? "once again face paled, tears who had been out immediately stopped. The question I've always wanted to hear from him, now directly spoken.
I remained motionless, my face may already imply the expression like someone who is doomed, until he returned to repeat the question, this time with a penetrating gaze leads to me.

"Aya, will you marry me?"
"Yes"

It turns out that the hole for the kutempati not alone. He also was there, in that hole with me. it's just that I can not see it clearly. but certainly, this hole was silent again. because starting today, we're both going back to fill this hole with both happiness.

Short Story Essay: Miftahul Wahyu
Facebook: miftahulw [-at-] gmail.com (Mifta mita)
The first short story. sorry if it is not perfect.
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January 2014
I mused in my reverie unending. There are things that always make me not soundly in my bed. Memories of a year ago that still incise wound in the heart of this. I slowly close your eyes. Until I realized I was in a very dark nature. "The figure was .." I thought. He was standing right in front of me. She was a woman who used to be someone important in my life. Someone who goes by the unnatural way.

I woke up with irregular breathing and sweat trickling down my face. I got up from my bed and I was silent for a long moment. My mind focused again on my memories with the woman in my dream.

Back to the past
July 2012
This is the beginning of the story. My phone rang signifying one incoming message. I see on the screen shown me a new number that is not known. "Who is this" I thought. Quickly send my reply to him. Turns out he is Rama, my classmates when I was in junior high school. Our conversation continued until late at night. He said that he could not continue school to high school level. When I asked why, she simply replied "family matter". He said it with a happy although I know her heart was breaking. As the fourth of six children. Rama is a child who is so devoted to his parents. Although I know that his mother never concerned with achievement he can in school. I was amazed to see it, to see a friend who was so strong even though nobody cares about him. While I can not so tough that he did.

Actually Rama is not dakat my friend or my friend bench. He's just a friend who I know because kejailannya bully my friends, both boys and girls though. He happily did not deserve the truth of his actions he did like a junior high student. "He was really mad" I told myself annoyed at that time. One of my new secret out of it. Turns out he liked one of our friend named Restu. I thought it was a mere rumor that is not important to talk about in front of me when people in my class talking about the two of them. I come join with gerembolan my friend who was busy gossiping
"No gossip guys" I want to know.
"Ihhh Ika curious aja lah .." said my friend that my furious with the arrival of a sudden disturb them. hehehe
"Yeah sorry guys if I'm alone. But what first rumor then I caw from here. OK .. "I said plaintively
"It was the Rama ka tablets, it turns out he likes the same tablets Restu and he uda from the first"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes lah. Uda caw lo from here. Just kidding "
"But I really want to caw really from here, I'm not willing to add my sin. Not good to know when talking about another person without his knowledge "I like cleric in front of them.
"Yeah right aja lah let me quickly" they said in unison
And I go so wrote without hearing again greeting them it does not matter.

My reverie shattered after my mother calling my name over and over again without me answer a word. I immediately ran to my mother who was ready to pull out his ravings.
"Hehehe" I laugh in the face of my mother.
"The girl in the morning gini not much daydreaming. Myspace kesambet ... "said my mother advised.
"Siiip ok lah bu. I shower first. Bye "with a delicious I ninggalin mother who still talk to me
"Uh, this kid in bilangin even blurred wrote. Elementary age children are now hard Ko yes dinasehatinya "chatter talking alone with my mother who is in cooking food for breakfast this morning.

Later that night ...
I paused again in my daydreams about Rama.

25 November 2012
Around 3 pm ...
We agreed to a reunion at the home of our first homeroom when we SMP.
I and five of my friends met there. Not to forget there are also Restu and Rama who also came on the reunion show. Not an official reunion sihh but only commemorate the teacher wrote. Blessing comes with our friends, Sisil.
"I'm confused, why not come with Rama Restu ?. I know that Rama said he would go with Restu here. "I thought to ask.

I immediately sent a text message to Rama. Rama said Restu not want to pick him up because Restu had more first appointment with Sisil.
"Res. why lo do not want to pick Rama. Pity he can not come here because there is not the nganterin "I said with a little annoyed.
"Males ka lah. Hot outside. Elo wrote that pick him there, "said the blessing, thrusting his motorcycle keys to me.
I'm really annoyed made. "It sucks" I thought.

Not how long Rama comes with a cousin who was also gone after he scaled Rama in front of our homeroom. I'm glad Rama come. She returned my smile. Sweet smile when I taste it. Last smile for me. A smile that still leaves the deepest secret between me and Rama.

Rama and Restu meet again after our graduation a few months ago. I know there is a very longing felt by Rama to Restu. I also know they are stealing glances. Rama busied himself with taking pictures with some of my friends. Maybe by then he treat injuries and ridunya to Restu. Restu prefer Sisil to dijemputnya than Rama who've obviously loved her more than the Restu tau. He invites me to take pictures but somehow that time I was reluctant to accept his offer.
"Come on our photo ka yuk .. Create a keepsake tablets ka" he said seduce me
"No lah makasi" I reject it gently

Later that night ..
Rama called me after the meeting this afternoon.
"Hello Rama there is what?" I asked, curious
"There is not anything. I just wanted to vent wrote the same lo "
"Ohh .. fuck story?"
"I actually really jealous clay Sisil Restu more promiscuous than me. Less what I Restu eyes. I'm less pretty ya ka? "He said a very sad tone invitation
"Elo not done anything wrong. Wrote blessing that can not ell deeper clay with his heart. Tuh children weve really annoying, Ram. Udalah need not be discussed yes. "I said, trying to calm him down.

Saturday, December 29th, 2012
As usual I and Rama always communicate even if only via text message. Tonight nights a week, I do not like girls usually are diapelin her boyfriend at home. I can only dwell in my room while sms's at Rama. Rama said if Restu bohongin him again. Pity I heard Rama says it all. The strange thing tonight he gave me.
"I sleep first ya ka" he said to me
Though he never said like that every time we sms's, I had no inkling whatsoever about his departure.
"Ok lah if you want to sleep first" I said innocently.
"Yes already, elo do not sleep at night time yes. Do not be too affected by fecebook ka, nice not know. And one more thing, do not try datangin place (a place that I can not mention "very secret") ". he advised me at length.
I did not realize that it was the words he's the last time.

Sunday, December 30th, 2012
Today is a day that is so me really hurt. Number Rama called me, I thought Rama but it kakaknya.Aku surprised when her sister said that Rama died. Once destroyed felt my heart, do not realize I was crying uncontrollably. I immediately went to his house. I saw he was lying in front of me. "Oh God, is this you take my Sepat" I thought in my cries were meaningless dribble because Rama I can not live anymore. Something angry and disappointed me is .. Restu not attend the funeral ceremony of Rama. He had never loved Rama at all. He was crazy. Blessing a man who had no heart. How could he playing Rama.

Before Rama died, he had said that Restu always had reneged when he will meet with Rama. Rama sad. Because he knows that Restu not love. Restu just say dear to Rama just to give false hope. There are many secrets still I keep here in this heart of the outpouring of Rama to me that I could not tell anyone.

Restu not know Rama died. Although he did not know might come because he was busy spending his school holidays in the village. Rama died in a motorcycle accident near his home. He died on the spot with bruises on his body. He was a victim of hit and run. People who have been hit not want to be responsible. Bleeding from the nose and mouth are still flowing when his body was lifeless. I conclude for themselves that Rama bleeding in his brain. Only the white cloth that covered his entire body. Friend Rama bum no one was injured. It is strange but that's the reality. When his death was also no know for sure how it happened.

There is only love which he carried until he closed his eyes for ever. Just stay in self Regret Restu. I was disappointed with it. Angry with him. Whenever I'm reminded of Rama him and that's when he did not want to hear me talk. I just laugh to myself. And happy because Restu really sorry.

Back it hit me ..
I'm in my room today. Scribble my diary about Rama.
Rama who was present at the first of my day. Did not realize that at this time I so miss. Dreamed and wrote a poem for him.

A sense that you had for him will never die, man.
I was the one who would turn that love you
Dead felt my heart to forgive him
I miss you friend
From here I send a prayer for you
In order for you to calm there
I'll make sure we meet again there
Will not be forgotten by me about you
This is all I have created for you

For you who have gone to bring love and lasting wound in the heart. I want to see your face ever framed life. Although you have to go from here. I're always there for you.

IKA friends ...

THE END

Short Story Essay: Ayu Kartika
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hi guys ... my name Ayu Kartika. I prefer dipanngil Ayka. I am now sitting in the class 2 SMK. Precisely at SMK Budisatrya Medan, North Sumatra. Hopefully can enjoy the story. The reality is sad lohh, then once I read it in front of my teacher and then the one I had tears in my eyes. Because this is a true story that I never forget until whenever. Thanks a lot. Bye ...
one another, Appreciate the love when love is alive, not to regret later on. Because of something that has been missing from this world may never come back again.
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