Mortality and Happiness

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I'm Tasya Febrianti, a grade 2 high school student with a thin mustache, tall enough and curly haired waist.
In a caffe, in the afternoon when the weather is raining. At that time I went there wanting to order something that I could eat. As I entered and opened the door of the cafe, a bell rang out. Then I sat down at a table numbered 12. Shortly after, the waiter appeared. "Good afternoon and welcome to Donuts Dunkings, what do you want to order?" He said as he handed out a menu list. I accept and open it, "I order Donat Forest Glam and Ice Blend Coffee" I replied. And the servant recorded my message and left me.

I waited for the order to come, while I stared out from behind the screen and my eyes fixed on the busy roadside by the young men passing by. Yet another voice surprised me.
"Hey," he said. I looked directly at the sound source. It turns out a guy my age with a black suit with neat clothes with sideways hair style and high white.
"Eh, huh?" I replied.
"Can I sit here?" He asked.
"Oh, please," I say with a friendly smile. When she heard me, she sat down directly in front of me. I just shut up, while I look at his face. Well, pretty handsome.

"Who are you waiting for?" She asked.
"No one's waiting"
"Oh, just a message?"
"Yes" shortly thereafter, the servant came back with a dish according to my message. "Thank you" I told the waiter. When the waiter wanted to leave, but quickly the man said to the waiter "Ma'am, I ordered Hot Dark Chocolate drink" the waiter took notes and left. And back again presents what he ordered.

You like Donat Forest Glam? "He asked.
"Well not too, all the donuts I like. But I just love one drink, that is Ice Blend "Ujarku.
"Oh, you do not drink this drink?" He asked as he showed me his hot chocolatenya cup.
I shook my head, "no"
"Why?"
"Too sweet" I say while sipping an ice-blended
"Is it true?"
"Yes"
"Oh yes, can we get acquainted?" He asked, extending his hand.
"I'm Tasya, you?" I replied while shaking his hand.
"I am Ridho"
"Did we ever meet before?" He asked
"Apparently not, just today met"
"Oh, maybe that's it? Oh yeah, where are you? "
"SMA N 8 Bandung"
"Loh, we 1 school yes it turns out? Which grade are you?"
"Is it true? I'm class IPS I, you? "
"Iyaa, I class 3 IPA II"
"Big brother dong ya ya? But I just saw you today. At school I never see you "I said.
"I did move, I moved from Jakarta. Just 2 weeks here. So naturally you do not know me "
"Mm .. I see. Have you seen a lot in this new school? "
"Yeah that's it"
"Feel comfortable?"
"Sure," he replied. "If possible, you want to be friends with me too?" He offered.
"Well, of course"
"Oh yeah, it's getting dark. You do not go home? Ujannya also already eased ya. Or want to go home with me let me be safe? "He said.
"Mmm .. May be"

After I finished my donuts and drink, I went to the cashier. When I wanted to pay, he immediately stopped me. "Yes, let me pay" I wonder why he is as good as this. But I feel bad, I'm afraid that I'm considered a matrealistic woman by him. "Mm .. No need, let me aja" I reply refused. "Uh, let's all. I wrote that pay. Do not you ever do good to people? "I did not protest anymore. I just nodded and thanked him.

After that we went outside and left the cafe. I showed the way to my house. Upon arriving, I thanked her. "Thank yaa already want to nganterin me home until the house. Thanks a lot, sorry yes if I've ngerepotin you. So it's not good "I said.
"Yeah not papa kok, right as a friend must help each other" he replied as he smiled. After that, he immediately step on the gas left my house.

When I was in the house, my mother had seen her take me home.
"Who is Sya?"
"That's Tasya bu's friend, Ridho"
"Friends what friends?" My mother asked with a grinning horse.
"Friend bu, new also know"
"He looks good hey Sya?"
"Yeah bu, it seems so. Good, friendly also person "

As the days went on, I got closer to him. I became her best friend. We talk to each other about problems, vent and sometimes jokes can become our daily food. It feels great to be able to communicate directly with her rather than through social media. For almost 3 months we have known each other. But this friendship I betrayed. I love her without even realizing it. I love her by accident. I began to admire her in silence. Was it wrong I had dared to love her? In fact, I do not want to be far from him.

One day, while in class, I was sitting on my bench. Before long, the bell rang an entrance sign. After that, we prayed and began to learn. While in a state of learning, I accidentally daydream. I like thinking about Ridho. I do not know why, his smile and his hospitality make me happy by his nature. The duration of the study hours to go home, finally the bell rang.

After all came out of the class wanted to go home, I went to the toilet to urinate because I could not bear it. Unexpectedly, I hit Ridho.
"Sorry Do not accidentally" I said, without an answer I immediately ran to the ladies' room. He just chuckled. Once out of the toilet, it turns out he was waiting.
"Who are you waiting for?"
"Nungguin you"
"Oh, yes?"
"Yeah, there's no friend because of it. With me? "He replied. I just nodded. And follow it from behind.

Ridho took his bike in the parking lot, after which I went up. On the way, he offered me to go to the cafe again. I said yes. Once there, the atmosphere has been crowded. But there are still a few empty tables there, Ridho was pointing toward table numbered 12 just as we met early. Yaa, at table number 12. We sat down, soon came the waiter. "Welcome and good afternoon at Donuts Dunkings, what do you want?"
This time I just wanted a drink, and Ridho was the same.
"2 cups of Hot Dark Chocolate" said Ridho replied and the waiter immediately took notes and left. Immediately I looked directly at him. "Do not you know I do not like Hot Chocolate?"
"Every now and then you should try it"
"Do .. You" my words are cut off by him.
"Iyaa I know you do not like, but not hurt you just tasted little for me?" He said. I just nodded quietly. I do not want to upset him, even though I know that's not his habit. But I do not want to make her cheerful face disappear if I say no.

When 2 cups of the same is available in front of the eye. He who first takes and enjoys his drink. I just glued to that beautiful little glass of Hot Dark Chocolat. Then he told me to taste it.
I also obeyed, I gulped the drink into my throat little by little.
"How?" He asked.
"Good" I replied.
"What do you feel when you drink it?"
"Yaa different from what I think"
"Are you starting to feel like the drink?"
"Yes, I started to like it a bit"
"You would love it more if you drank it often"
I just nodded and enjoyed the drink again. Apparently I was wrong, this drink is better than my favorite Ice Blend. "I really like that drink the same way I feel about you" he said suddenly menbuat shock and stop drinking that was dancing in my tongue. Instantly I turned to him then I immediately put my drink on the table. He looks at me, and holds my hand, then pulls out a small red box containing a beautiful necklace from his trouser pocket.

"Sya, I do not want more pleasantries anymore. The important thing is you have to know, if I am suffering to you for 2 months. I actually have long wanted to tell you, but my heart is still hesitant. I'm afraid you refused. And now, right on December 12th, at this Cafe, and at a table numbered twelve of our introductions that are already 3 months old. You want Sya to be my girlfriend? "Said seriously.
"Do, my feelings are just like you. Thank you Do, in these 3 months you want to be my friend. Want to accompany me wherever, always there for me. Thanks a lot Do. And I accept you Do "I said accept it. Ridho's face, which had been visibly tense, was now very happy. The box that contains the necklace he put it on my neck. And he said "Later, if I have graduated from school, then study in Semarang and have scholars, I will propose you. I will marry you "he said.
"Is it Really Do? You promise me? "I asked.
"Yes Sya, I promise.

The next day, I realized. I remember Ridho back. I took the phone and it turned out there was nothing. No messages, no outgoing calls from her. There is only a message via petrol. I wish it was from Ridho. Turns out it was Ridho's brother. He told me to go home with my mother as soon as possible. I cleaned up the room, and did all my work then I took a shower and after it was over I went to Ridho's house with my mom.

When I got there, I wondered why there could be a yellow flag tied in front of Ridho's house. But after I came in, how shocked I was. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. My heart is weak at that moment, my crying cry. Want me to be hysterical. My beloved Ridho has left me. I tried to wake him up. I cried, so much I said to her even though she would not be able to hear it. I rebelled at the time, but my mother calmed me down. I cried hysterically, all his family was like that.

At the funeral, I tried not to cry. Mother tried to keep me calm and always by my side. I hug my mother. When 1 more board wanted to cover her face, I did not feel strong. I'm not sincere, I still want to see his face again.

His brother Ridho said that he was like this because the accident happened to him yesterday afternoon, the Bus Express that he climbed it hit the Truck car because the truck's car driver was drunk. I was shocked, almost I fell unconscious. Ridho, the person I deeply love, who loves me sincerely has left me.

Ridho, will you deliberately forget your promise to propose? Want to make me as your future wife Ridho? Do you forget the times we are often together when we are in high school? Do not you remember, at the number 12 Do? Do you remember the place where we first met and where you reveal your heart to me? Do you remember all that Do? And now you leave me. In the same figure, the number 12.

Short story Essay: Sandra Kirana
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Hi, hopefully this short story can be useful for all readers yes. I just love to write and read short stories. So grow the sense of trying to upload it for everyone to read. If there is a mistake in the word or less interesting apologize yes. Because it is still in the learning process