WEEK 137: The Man Who Came Since 2005

Happy weekend, Hive Friends!

I don't know if my story is stupid, but I want to tell you about a guy from 2005

The beginning:2005

The first day of admission after a holiday to raise a class at junior high school. Find out the classroom list and look for classmates.

I went up to second grade and was placed in class 2B. and this is the first time I know him. a student who has brown skin and a tall stature with a firm jawline and eyes.

In first grade, I didn't know him at all, and only then found out that he was an important member of our school's student council. He was known to be smart and disciplined, so by our homeroom teacher, he was delegated to be class president.

What's interesting after this?

He sat right behind me.

He's a mischievous man.

more precisely, he often bully me in a repeated way. Wonder why I was never careful and conscious.

One day, after I came back from the canteen with my chairmates, I immediately sat down on my seat, and can you guess what happened?

My uniform skirt got hit by a gum that was deliberately placed on my bench. Of course someone's used gum.

This is an act of bullying, right? I thought then

I asked friends around me and no one admitted, after I asked the boy's seatmate, he said it was true the boy did it.

Since it was my first time, I took it as something that might have been done by accident.

one skirt of my uniform became a victim. Chewing gum stains are very difficult to remove.

Was that the only incident? no!

There were three times the same thing he did to me. One day I asked him why he did that to me? he never answered me.

Me, the only person in class he never talked to.

"what was my fault? why me? we don't even know each other and are close as classmates?" that question that kept coming in my mind.

"I think he has a crush on you, Tis," said my seatmate.

Is not it?

Is puberty kids that's the way to show they like someone?

Surprisingly, I was thinking about what my friend said and I'm getting curious about him.

We both once had the opportunity to be class representatives to become the leaders of the scout team which is held once a year, because we both also happen to be active in extracurricular scouting every Friday.

We have also been delegated as class representatives at the Youth Scientific Work event

But, even during moments together like that, I still didn't get a chance to talk to him.

In 2006 we went to third grade and I was no longer in the same class as him. This year, we graduated.

Since 2006, since graduation and we separated, I've been feeling more and more attracted to her. the questions why this is and why it is my daily meal as long as I have a crush on him. I realized since 2006 I like him

"Did he do that because he wanted my attention and so on?"

Because he is a category of students with achievements and good behavior (except for me of course)
or, because my face is not beautiful and he hates? but that doesn't make any sense.

It can't be because I'm stupid, in fact my class rank is almost the same as hers. Or does he feel rivaled? but for what?

Ah, many questions that have not found answers until now. Every time I fall in love with someone else, I will always come back with a memory and that makes my relationship never work with any man so far.

Until 2022 ago....

I haven't forgotten it until now. But I let go last year. On a trip I accidentally had to be with a woman who turned out to be her neighbour.

we touched a little about what he is now doing? is he married? is he busy?

the woman said, he already has fiancé.

Ok. It's time right? I started liking him from 2006 and 2022... yha... I had to let it go. I may not have found the answers to my questions, but one thing is clear... I've just been thinking about it too much for 16 years. Hahaha... I've stopped. my admiration for him must be stopped, at least slowly.

So I wrote a poem. Maybe this is some kind of my goodbye poem for him?

Let me attach the poem below.

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For the man since 2005.

We who used to meet, will still end up in dust.

The meeting is like a humorous story that we wish forever,
Time doesn't run like a wall fan vane knob.

We are fleas sleeping in the fur of giant rabbits, are too nervous to see what the Lord of the universe will give us

We then choose to stop. Go in our own direction.

I'm not the place you want to stop by, and you forgot to give a map where I should look for where you are

So,
I,
has buried the phrase "when will we meet again" in the back garden of my memory.

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the picture are mine. Taken with Oppo Reno 5f, recently. (These are photos from my junior high school which is located in Kesesi Village, Kesesi sub-district, Pekalongan. Central Java)

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