be my valentine

"Tell me Whom you love and
Will I tell you WHO you are

            Will you be my valentine? "
Meti crumpled piece of paper without sin in his grasp. Beautiful writing that fills the small space that wrinkly white rumpled sheets. Valentine's Day! Valentine's Day! Huh! When he would get a memo that kind of love dream of a prince? Like Rosa, like Pupuy, Lula, or Sarah. They all had a boyfriend and a lot of plans ahead of independence day of love, 14 February. In fact, since these weeks, before the numbers on the calendar in January pointed to the highest value.
Indeed, among the five friends, not he himself who has not had a girlfriend. Pupuy and Lula still sorangan wae and they enjoy their solitude. But, for Valentine day later, they already have a partner for ngedate friends at parties in people's romantic loving. That's their term. While Meti? The girl glanced at his figure in the glass window of the store's magnificent book. How bad is his face that no one was interested in her man? For one day though. Meti chest become tight.
Rectangular box filled with picture cards pink hearts and doves in front of visitors crowded the main entrance. Almost all teenage girls. Meti walk away.
"Well, you know, caught now!"
Meti heart thud-thud instantly. Pounding his chest. His face paled without a drop of blood fills the veins in his round face. Two girls slender gray-white uniform standing in front of him. Giggle with their distinctive laughter. Rosa and Pupuy.
"Want to find the card, yes? Leaks make make an appointment, yes? Just who? Ronnie? "Inquired Pupuy enthusiastic. The grin that underlie all questions interrogation.
"Well, yes, definitely Ronnie, here! I hear he's no trailer, tuh! Come on, dong, the Met, will be preceded by a sense of people know, lo! "Rosa provoking.
"What the hell, hell!" Do not know why, but lately tension Meti was quickly soared. Meggelegak frothing. Just boiling water temperature one hundred degrees Celsius can kill germs. Especially when it comes to Ronnie.
"Anger, ya, ye! Remember, you know, Valentine is there a term not grumble, must dear beloved. Including the same friend. Tul, right, Puy? "Rosa smiled dikulum. One of his eyes flashing mischievously.
"Valentine's hell, I do not ngenal, tuh, like that ugly western culture. Not any good anymore, "said Meti snapped.
"Who said ugly? Fun again! We can freely express our compassion to all people without shame or guilt. That day, my day of love. Love chocolate, love interest, just an expression of love and nobody has the right to prohibit, "Rosa react quickly. Pupuy giggled behind her. Two tigers in the gang they were ready to fight. One had to be rushed before the topsy-turvy the whole forest made.
"The culture like that, right, not Islamic," said Meti.
"Like in Islam is not no love and affection, yes?"
"No. Yang said with chocolate bergelatin lard, red roses, and cheap gala parties do not exist! "
"Stop! Now, now, do not fight in here. Love is lost again later. Yuk, Ros, our first. High blood Meti more recurrent, tuh! Just give in, at least for today until Valentine's day, "Pupuy took Rosa waist. Interestingly leave Meti who still keep sulking in his heart.
"Sorry, the Met!" Pupuy still took time to award a kiss on the cheek glimpse Meti, override some limits on her face veil. "We go first, here, okay, right?"
Pupuy wise. Inner Meti. A good referee in five communities most unique creatures on this earth. Without it, they might not be intact to this day. Arguments for the sake of argument often overshadows their friendship, especially since the hot blood that easily provoked Meti. Pupuy always mediate. Bringing coolness. Bring the adhesive to the five of them.
And Rosa, he is the most tomboy. There was almost no value in children's femaleness. But strangely, there is still a creature called a guy who is interested in short-cropped hair and the look on his face hard. Meti sighed. She was feminine, at least that's what he's feeling. Veiling again! Many guys like women veiled. More graceful, more beraura, more seem sacred. Ho ... ho ... though it should belong to ya-ya that scarf swept his chest and back. Meti, hell, just the wind, running the tip veil. Opening a glimpse of her neck is clean untouched sun. But whatever, Meti remain veiled. With full-pressed shirt and pants cordoray body though. Or maybe the piece of cloth on his head was a membentenginya from the hands of men. No one wants him? Not sold? Hiii ....
Meti shudder to imagine it all themselves. Really? Ronnie might not like the veiled woman. Prefer girls beautiful hair loose like shampoo commercials on television. Why, really, Ronnie? Meti recapture her heart started to walk away again. Yes, why Ronnie?
I dunno, but the last months of Meti heart always beat ten times faster when considering that one creature. What else heard his name called. What else bersirobok with him. As shrimp are dipped into boiling water, for sure. Scarlet. Signs of what? Is it true that he had a crush on Ronnie, in the words of a teen magazine that often he read? Like stealing of view, like talking, easy chills, scribble his name everywhere, ngelamunin, one way, so also man of the world's most majnun. Duhai ....
"Love is human nature, but we should be able to put it in a state that legalized God. Islam has set all of that. Give her ease with the marriage ... "Not exactly the same sentence, but Meti remember, we had read in a local Islamist website. Married? It should not be dating before? Not me ... me ...!
Gedubrak!
Meti stroked his forehead. Sipunya smile expands. Actually more like a grimace. Storefront ditabraknya book successfully.
"It's okay, Ma'am?" A salesgirl approached.
"Oh, um, no!" Meti stammered. His hand still clutching his forehead. Not bad at all.
"It does not hurt?"
Meti shook his head, "Sorry, yes, I really do not accidentally."
Shyly, with eyes a few visitors, Meti passed. Escalators and climb up to the second floor.
***
"One group with Ronnie?" Inner Meti, looking at a piece of paper containing a list of names of biology practicum groups next week.
"Well, get caught!" Rosa patted shoulder Meti two bloody murder. His eyes were soon joined on the sheet of paper in hand Meti.
"One group with Ronnie, tsk, tsk, can too!" Decaknya when he found Ronnie's name plastered as their leader Meti. "Hoi, girls, Meti join with Ronnie!" Cried cruel to other friends.
Ronnie who was writing at his desk looking up. Meti flushed. A second later bleached cotton. Lethargic. His heart was another recurrence. Especially seeing Ronnie is there.
"So valentinan?" Said Lula, who did a little stutter tangkapnya power.
"Yes," nodded Rosa regardless of circumstances Meti who nearly fainted.
Meti suddenly found a sword piercing her heart. Rapid eye Ranti property that sits in the front row. The only wide-scarf girls in his class. The most industrious took the Koran every Friday afternoon in musala school. He is like an angel who is always watching the movements of Meti. Reprimand without hesitate. And Meti did not like it. Knowledgeably.
With a bit of arranging his heart, Meti go away. This is the best way before the fight occurred. In front of the angel Ranti and in front of the Romeo Ronnie, Meti did not want to ruin imejnya. Jaim little to benefit more.
At the corner of the school, Meti straighten his back. Hugging her knees. Ronnie did not even react. Is it bad so I? He complained. The fourteenth is in sight. Jocks class is noisy. And if Meti will languish alone in his room, on the day of the meaning of that? Meti stared at his reflection that falls in between the white pebbles which neatly in front of him. Flamboyant leaf dry fly freely in the air the wind carved out of the shaft. Ailing. Meti sighed.
***
"Another legend tells of a Catholic priest named Valentinus III century thrown into prison and condemned to death by Emperor Claudius because he wanted to spread his religion. While in prison, Valentine was still holding fast to his faith and told friends with the jailer's daughter. When the Emperor finally sentenced to death on February 14 Valentine 269, he wrote a letter that read from your valentine to a child as a prison guard last keepsake.
Over time, the story of Valentine is growing in various versions. But people are usually more focused on the romantic story behind it. Some say that Valentine fell in love with the child's actual prison warden, and the letter he gave as a final token is the beginning of the tradition of writing love letters between the lovers ... "
Meti underline the words of a Catholic priest in a teen magazine article in his hand. Her lips pursed. Shiba, blue teddy bears, just knocked down to the floor.
Meti know the story of the first. Even memorized by rote. Roman versions, France, England, Wales, Italy, Germany, North America, even to the story the girl weaver in China. He also knows, that's not the Islamic tradition. But if the love approached, who is authorized mengelaknya? All his friends hoped valentine arrived. Expressing his love for their idol. Even more broadly.
"I do not have a lover, on bonyok, sister, brother, sister, aunt or dizzy even the driver could have been disclosed. Anyway, that day should be full smile, deh! "Said Pupuy with wisdom.
Meti smile. He had read in magazines specifically teen girls valentine edition, published this week. All are smells pink celebration was peeled out. Tips go out, special gifts, the clothes that fit, well, complete.
"Met, no telephone, tuh!" Called Mamah from the living room. Phone? Looks like he did not hear the ringer. Meti increasingly dizzy. Why is this so? He saw at a glance calendar on her bookshelves. The eleventh of February.
"Thanks, mah!" Cried Meti as he picked up the phone.
"Ranti," explains Mamah without being asked.
Meti changed. Changing the tone that was at the tip of his tongue. Earlier, he was very much hope, I hope that call ... Ronnie!
"Meti, can help us not, create a special discussion ngurusin this month? Incidentally we were again short of people on the committee, here! "Said Ranti after say hello.
"When?"
"On the fourteenth, from Asar to ba'da sunset."
The fourteenth? Valentinan party gang.
"Yes, yes? Because we really need people. Rada special discussion this time, the speaker just the popular Ustad Zakaria that, "pleaded Ranti hopefully.
Meti scratched his head. "I'm not sure, really, but later I usahain!"
Lazy, Meti hung up. To musala or join with friends, yes? If you join the Pupuy cs dicengin he might run out, if it comes without a partner. Even if they were allowed to come with you, but shame, dong, while they were all with their respective princes. It could be mistaken for not selling!
***
This day termemuakkan for Meti, actually. The days are long has he passed with great anxiety and indecision. Ronnie never speak to him except as biology lab in the lab. There is not no hope for him. Everything was dark.
Ah! Meti hardly believe it to see a list of mail in his inbox. Yes, the internet is the most efficacious drug for Meti stress. He can play anywhere he likes.
Ronnie Bhuana Nature. Meti rubbed his eyes. No one? Immediate opening of a letter containing a time bomb ready to blow up the breast.
In Brief. Short course contents.
Tell me Whom you love and
Will I tell you WHO you are
Will you be my valentine?
Ronnie
Meti breath quickened. Does not blame his eyesight? Prince has come at a critical moment nearly ahead. For a moment her fingers trembled. Forget to replay this historic letter. Her mind playing around on the ceiling. What dress will she wear? Lipstikkah wear? Perfume what is appropriate? Everything is spinning in his brain wrinkles. And Should she wear a scarf? Meti wishful slammed against a wall. Yes, what about the hijab?
***
Meti turned once again in front of the mirror. Crimson culottes, knee-length robe decorated sweet pink lace at the end of the arm and the lower end, a tiny color matching hijab also mounted styles. Her lips were thin smears were washed pink lipstick. Meti looked different. He smiled. Recently he realized now, in fact he has a side that had been hidden beauty.
"Duh, who would valentinan ...!" Joked Mamah when Meti out of the bedroom door. The girl blushed, "Do not let the night, yes, the Met."
"Okay, deh!" Meti replied firmly.
He looked at the clock mounted on the wall. Almost half of four. Ronnie promised to pick the right half of four.
"You see, the Met, although you can still wear the hijab look stylish and follow the trend," said Mamah who fell into Meti. First Mamahlah that encourages Meti to veil. He said, grandmother granddaughter wants only after puberty baligh hooded. Understandably, my grandparents, Haji! Mamah myself if I go usually hooded. Veil style.
Nearly four hours. Meti began to fidget. Period, anyway, the first date late. Do not have manners.
The phone rang. Meti leapt snatched up the receiver the black color.
"What!" He could barely believe it.
His face changed.
"Well, it's nothing, really. Bye! "Meti hung up.
Mamah the attention of all looked at him in surprise.
Meti walked unsteadily to his room.
"What, the Met?" Mamah pursue.
"The party's off," Meti replied tartly.
"Why?"
"Ronnie forgot that today he had a show with his family."
"How so?"
"Did you, ah, Mah. Meti to sleep wrote, "Meti sulk. His heart was shattered. Well, it turns out he was not worthy. Nobody in love with him. Because she was ugly, because he weight of four pounds more than ideal weight. Meti strengthen the dam water in his eyes. He did not want to cry in front of Mamah.
Meti Shiba wringing mess up his fur. No matter new in-laundry two days ago. Berlelehan tears rolling down her cheeks-swept powder. The shadow of palm leaves outside the window to protect from hot afternoon sun rays.
The minutes passed. Suddenly he remembered something. He glanced at the clock on the table at a glance. Hurry, grabbed a bag at his side. He half ran across the living room.
"Where, the Met?" Asked Mamah who was reading on the couch.
Meti did not see it, "Valentinan!" He said.
"He said that?" Mamah frowned.
"At school there was a discussion about musala valentine, Mah," explained Meti, "Instead of at home, bete."
Perhaps the discussion has begun, but a little too late it does not matter than none. Meti opened the cab door with the heart field. Where he had been, O God? Meti know, have not been properly man she loves before he is able to love God with all his soul. He is grateful to Ronnie did not come. At least he was reminded once been seduced by the life offered by his friends.
The red light block the rate taxi carrying Meti. The street was never quiet afternoon of jam. Meti suddenly smiled. Life is like a highway, must obey the rules if you want to survive. Try it if the red light intruded, could shatter his body invaded by hundreds of cars passing by as well.
He remembers Pupuy, Rosa, Lula, who should he leave. Yes, it should be. However, one day Meti promised to return. Because, she loves them and he wanted to share with them about the meaning of a love that is more valuable than a bar of chocolate. In love with God. In Him we will not be disappointed...

HERE AVTER 

I sat in seat only the international airport located in the metal. Night was quite late when the plane finally landed my boston. Summer is entirely left boston, slowly be replaced with autumn wind felt bone-chilling. Snow has not looked yet but it was like being in a refrigerator. Luckily I was wearing a sweatshirt and long socks as much as two thick layers under my jacket. Do not forget hats skullcaps wrapped around my head, otherwise my ears would buzz.
            While waiting for a shuttle that will take me to the inn, I opened a piece of paper that contains two essays intan verses written on it. "A Infatuation about a depressing ending Agony", it was the name of the poem my ex-lover.
            Forbidden love with a wonderful beginning, but should be stopped in the middle of the road. Because the input fact of life is stronger for the defeat by the 'love'.
            I fold the paper containing the poem, then I tuck into my purse. After that I go to a photograph that come with the paper folded.
            It was a picture of diamonds with her face to the camera, smiling broadly. photo must be taken outside the room because the sun makes the skin beautiful face he beautiful .
            A depressing Infatuation about a never ending Agony. I laughed to myself because it realized how  sentence to explain my feelings to the intan.
            I miss he.
            but, it will be very painful longing. I kissed my picture before folding and since u put back into my wallet.
            The car stopped in front of me, then the driver a man in his 50s and he come down and help me raise all luggage and items into the trunk of my car. Then a young woman entered and sat down near me.
            "Are you going to Hilton, sir"  driver told me.
            "Sorry" tnya my birthday, because not used to hearing American asken.
            "No, I'm the one who's going Hilton" said the woman next to me.
            "All right ma'am" old driver told the woman.
            "Mu home where" the woman said.
            "I from Indonesia" explains me.
            "I hate history with Indonesia's once, which very memorable night and then he promptly left me"
            "Oh, I'm sorry" I said sympathetically. I immediately regretted my attitude is rude. "Why did he leave".
            She just laughed, I caught a tone of bitterness in the laughter.
            "He said, he love ​​others"
            "She loves someone else but spend time with you?" Ask me.
            "Maybe I'm just an outlet for her to forget her, yes just it"
            "Do you love him"
            The woman laughed at me "love? what is love, I've forgotten when she admitted that she loves peoples "
            I drew a breath, turns out he was also confronted with a situation in which with me, well, a similar but slightly different.
            I swapped stories with "that woman ... she was already married. We had agreed to live together, but in the end he was not biased left ank and her husband "
            "Oh, wow, you love a woman who married" he asked in a loud tone.
            I laughed for a moment, and I explained to him that a man who has given all her heart for women, will very hard to love another woman. Then she nodded "good point" my words must have pierced her heart, with all the regrets I apologize for my words hurt her.
            "You know what, it remains only a piece of poetry" said my I gave a paper on the intan to me. The paper was already somewhat shabby, because it was fold and I keep in my wallet. Latin looking woman took it, and then he read it with a i  think lighting street lamps, it seems that he did not bother to blame the car lights.
            "A Infatuation about a depressing ending Agony, nice" he nodded with raised eyebrows. In the dark I saw the smile which terihat biased underestimate.
            I laughed even though nothing is funny, maybe I need a little laugh to wont forget intan for a moment.
            Without feels it turns out I've got to the hotel, and after that she went away and who knows where. Since then I never see him again.
            The days I spent in boston I'm constantly learning so I can forget about intan for long

Beautiful friendship
beauty of the junior high, when I stepped on the junior high school, it is the happiest times of my life.
            There are many engraved memories for me, where I had lots of friends and I are very dear friends' friends who always loved me and entertain me, they are the mela, wurietni, nuryaani, and martin laoli.
            At all times we were always together sharing jokes and laughter, help each other and understand each other.
            When we  stepped Nine junior class, we always promised, "even though we are different schools together and we're always friendly". I always hope they will always remember me and would never forget me, because I will not forget them.
            Stressful day arrives, it is a day of graduation announcements, and finally me and my friends can pass the first examination and we were very happy.
            A few days after the announcement of the school we went to Cibodas to hold a farewell, and that's where the two happiest day of my life that I experienced. There we were chatting with each other, I got a room with mela, WUR, and minister to.
            Peak at night, we held a formal ceremony at the end with dancing and karaoke. And after a morning greeted us on the right allowed to see the waterfall that is in Cibodas, where I went first with Martin while the mela, WUR, and minister to follow me.
            Day was already getting late, and we were getting ready to leave home, I was ushered martin doll in the shop to buy souvenirs, and I bought a big beer colored white doll that still I kept it well.

            As we know that we are separate schools, we immediately saddened. Although I was a school with mela but I'm still sad at parting with my other best friend.
            I went on my school in high school 56, I got one class bersma mela kerlas ten five, but I'm sad because he was sitting with other people. But that's their right to vote and I'm not biased force. The days of the tenth grade I was very flat do not like when I was in junior high school first. After one year I went up to the eleventh grade high school, I also got one more class with the mela. In the eleventh grade was sitting with mela, however after the semester exams MIDs no conflict between us and the conflicts that make the mela sit with other people. Really I am very disappointed at the time, even I got to thinking he's not my friend anymore, now mela busy with her new friend's call it w *** a and n **** n, perhaps they are more significant than me, his old friend who had not considered the same way again.
            When he is more concerned with his new friends and forget about me, my heart ached. I have four years of friendship with him, but he forgot me for granted. But I still love her and I can only hope he can come back as before. I ALWAYS EXPECT MY FRIENDS-FRIENDS LIKE BACK IN THE SMP

persahabtan

Indahnya persahabatan

indahnya masa SMP, saat aku menginjak masa sekolah menengah pertama ,itu adalah masa-masa terindah dalam hidupku.

            Disaana banyak terukir kenangan indah bagi ku, di sana aku mendapatkan banyak teman dan sahabat yang sanggat aku syangi. Sahabat-sahabat ku yang selalu menyayangi dan menghibur ku , mereka adalah mela,wurietni,nuryaani,dan martin laoli.

            Di setiap waku kami selalu bersama berbagi canda dan tawa, saling membantu dan saling mengerti satu sama lain.

            Ketika kami menginajk kelas Sembilan SMP, kami selalu berjanji ,”meskipun kita beda sekolah kita kan selalu bersama dan bersahabat”. Aku selalu berharap mereka akan selalu mengingat ku dan tak akan melupakan ku, karena aku gk akan melupakan merka.

            Hari yang menegangkan pun tiba, itu adalah hari pengumuman kelulusan , dan akhirnya aku dan sahabat-sahabat ku dapat lulus di UN prtama dan kami pun sangat bahagia.

            Beberapa hari setelah pengumuman sekolah kami pun pergi ke cibodas untuk mengadakan perpisahan, dan di sanalah dua hari terindah dalam hidup yang aku alami. Disana kami saling bercengkrama, aku mendapat satu kamar bersama mela,wur,dan yani.

            Dimalam puncak, kami mengadakan acara resmi yang di akhiri dengan tari-tarian dan karaoke. Dan setelah pagi menyambut kami di boleh kan untuk melihat air terjun yang ada di cibodas,disana aku pergi  lebih dulu bersama martin sedangkan mela,wur,dan yani menyusul ku.

            Hari pun sudah semakin sore, dan kami pun bersiap-siap untuk beranjak pulang, aku pun diantar martin untuk membeli boneka di toko oleh-oleh, dan aku membeli boneka beer besar berwana putih yang sampai sekarang masih aku simpan dengan baik.

            Saat kami tau bahwa kami pisah sekolah ,kami langsung bersedih. Meskipun aku satu sekolah bersama mela namun aku tetap bersedih karehna berpisah dengan sahabat ku yang lain.

            Aku pun melanjutkan sekolah ku di SMA 56, aku mendapat satu kelas bersma mela kerlas sepuluh lima, namun aku sedih karena dia duduk bersama orang lain. Tapi taka pa itu haknya untuk memilih dan aku tak bias memaksanya. Masa-masa kelas sepuluh ku terasa sangat datar tidak seperti saat aku di SMP dahulu. Setelah satu tahun berlalu aku pun naik ke kelas sebelas SMA, aku pun mendapat satu kelas lagi brsama mela. Di kelas sebelas mela pun duduk bersama mela ,Namun setelah ujian MID semester ada konflik di antara kami dan konflik itu membuat mela duduk bersama orang lain. Sungguh aku sanggat kecewa saat itu, bahkan aku sampai berfikir dia bukan sahabat ku lagi, sekarang mela sibuk bersama sahabat barunya sebut saja w***a dan n****n, mungkin mereka memang lebih berarti dibandingkan aku, sahabat lamanya yang sudah tak di anggap dan di pedulikannya lagi.

            Saat dia lebih mementingkan saahabat barunya dan melupakan ku, hati ku terasa sangat sakit. Aku yang telah empat tahun bersahabat dengannya ,namun ia melupakan ku begitu saja. Namun aku tetap menyayanginya dan aku hnya dapat berharap dia bias kembali seperti dulu.

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