Love is something that is invisible to the eye, untouched by the hand but can be felt by the king of body and soul, namely the human heart. Love is also an agent of change, with the presence of love someone will start to be good at dressing up, tidying hair, wearing perfume and more, starting to be good at writing poetry. You can't deny it yourself, even though in schools or Islamic boarding schools there are rules that prohibit dating, but still love is a matter of the heart that can't be blocked by the so-called rules.
Maybe it would be more beautiful if love without definition, let love be transformed into an attitude of love and loyalty and good behavior in treating partners.
Wednesday in the rainy season
at SMA 3 Jakarta. Antoni, who was in the second grade of high school at that time. During the day, when the rest of his classmates were having fun snacking and joking together, some were busy singing alone while hitting the table, some were busy chatting, and some were busy dressing up. Antoni was seen sitting alone while writing incoherently, feeling annoyed and bored because none of the teachers came that day. Suddenly, from the left side came a classmate, her name was Hani, Hani was a joking friend in class, Hani approached and greeted Antoni.
Hani : Anton what are you doing?
Anton : sitting while running the marathon
Hani : Someone got a greeting from my friend.
Antoni: what's the truth, what's his name and which person?
Hani : Seriously, her name is Sinta from South Jakarta and she is a literature student.
Antoni : Wow, literary boy? does that mean he's good at writing poetry?
Hani : His name is also a child of literature, already he can just write poetry.
Antoni : by the way how can he know me, the feeling has never heard his name, what if you meet again
Hani: Indeed, you have never met, but Sinta knew you when you took part in an inter-school poetry reading competition
Antoni: oh well, okay, then tell Sinta, greetings, greetings or greetings of love?”
Hani : I think it's nice to meet you that will bear the fruit of love. but okay, I'll tell Sinta later
The bell to go home rang, as usual I went home alone through the rice field path with Hani. He already considers Antoni a brother because he is so kind. Indeed, sometimes friendship is more comfortable and fun with the opposite sex, but without any more feelings, because friendship can also be destroyed because there is a sense of love to have.
Night came, I don't know why in Antoni's mind he kept on remembering the names of Sinta, Sinta and Sinta. Anton decided to write a letter to Sinta as an introduction.
Antoni can't wait for morning, can't wait to send a letter and receive a reply from Sinta. The days that previously felt normal and nothing special were now replaced with flowery feelings because Sinta's greeting began. Now his spirit is back in a very, very fragile soul, making the day and heart that was only covered with pitch black like a night that is not accompanied by the light of the moon and stars, but is now replaced by the washing of holy water and the colors of the rainbow. Like a drizzle of rain during the day accompanied by the beautiful colors of the rainbow.
The morning came and the all-engrossing God still gave age and opportunity to millions of types of creatures to welcome the afternoon. Antoni looks excited and ready to go to school while carrying a piece of white paper that has been filled with the initial greeting which hopefully will bear love and affection.
When he arrived in class, Antoni hoped and waited for Hani's presence. Hani turned out to be in school. Without much ado, Antoni moved like a machine and immediately approached Hani.
Antoni : Han, I want to leave a letter for Sinta, but remember not to let my classmates find out. can be abe later?,,,,
Hani : It's safe to calm down
Antoni : This is a letter to Sinta from me, just convey it as a symbol of the beginning of the introduction
Hani and Antoni both burst out laughing. Then the process of learning - teaching begins. Every time Antoni comes home or goes to school, his heart can't wait to receive a letter from Sinta.
High school is a time when a person is looking for identity, feels curious, wants to try things that smell even though sometimes it can be self-defeating, hasty in anything, doesn't think long. Sometimes careless. But that's the youth at school, no matter what the memories we will still remember.
Feeling the vibration of the phenomenon deep down, the love made Antoni smile - smile to himself like crazy. Because his heart was full of hope for the presence of love slowly, Antoni's enthusiasm for learning, which had withered, now re-blooms very bravely. Like sunflowers that have withered for years because of the rain, now bloom again because of the presence of sunlight. Or like a flower in spring, growing beautifully and spreading fragrance.
Antoni always prays that what he is feeling, Sinta also feels it.
The next day, as usual, Antoni left for school with a heart full of anticipation and hope. So the spirit of going to school sometimes is not to study but to receive replies to his correspondence between him and Sinta.
But their love story did not last long, only a few years and now both Sinta and Antoni have had their own lives.
Monkey love, childhood love, teenage love, or the love you've ever felt when you were in school. We all have felt that feeling. And the teenage love story can carry over until we grow up. Forever, the story will be stored in memory.
The End
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