My Little Story
When I was a Senior High School student, I had a male friend. He was quite close to me. I called him Mr. X. As I for one, he was smart enough especially in English and Accounting. His hobby was singing, he was fond of singing pop songs. He had a good voice. He had good personality. He was kind, friendly and enthusiastic. It gave raise to me interested to him. The more days I got to know him although just a little bit to know him. The thing that made me so restless was I hadn’t had his cellular phone number. There was a bit of worried and wondering when he was absent from school for some days. There was a sense of jealous when he was approached by my female friends. Understandably, he was familiar among the female friends.
Unconscious, he had made me more desire went to school. The day he gave signs of that he paid special attention to me. Until the graduation, its feeling was still mysterious and too difficult to be predicted. Now we are reunited in the same university, of course with a different story. When we had met, we just smile and greet each other without saying a lot.
By: Anisa Aqmarina (A320090157-Class C)
