english narrative short story

THE JOURNEY OF MY FIRST LOVE

            This story about my first love. I like to talk about this, but also I try to forget it. Sometimes I want to laugh when I remember all my memories because it happened when I was really child. You can imagine a little girl feels her heart beats quicker and she can not control it. It was really funny and I can not deny I had felt it.

            One day in a rainy season. I sat in front of my room, waited for my friend because we wanted to go to in our class together. It was a perfect season to be looked stylish. We used jacket and slippers in the class, and rain would always be the reason why we did it. I was a student in the boarding school, so the distance between my room and my class was so near. Before I arrived in my class, my junior came and said “sister, brother Ree gives greeting for you”. I just smiled but my friend said “ciiieee ciiee”. I was not too care about it actually and for me it was an usual thing.

            It was happened at night. In my boarding school after dinner we had to study at class but there was not a lesson by teacher. I was learning muthala’ah that time. My junior came and said that brother Ree wanted to say something.

            In the class, only my junior, brother Ree and I. Door was closed, so silent. I was shocked because brother Ree amotoried to me. He took my hand, expressed his feeling  and said ‘I love you’. ohh God, perfect time. I could not explain what I felt. He looked my eyes and I felt flying. My heart beated so quick. I wanted laugh, cried, but I could not do it. Brother Ree waited for my answer. But I said I need a little time to think about it.

            Three days after that day. Brother Ree called me and asked for my answer. Sure, I could not say No, because I felt comfort beside him and I really liked that beats. So I  said Yes and we were in special relationship. First, no one knew about it but by the time almost people in my boarding school knew about it. I tried to keep the distance from him because I was afraid my teachers knew it and would call my parents and we were dropped out. I did not want it happens.

            No handphone, so just a letter connected us. But I missed to listen his voice and saw his eyes and of course held his hand fast. It was so warm. When I prepared to sleep, my friend said that brother Ree was waiting for me in the fence that separated women and men boarding house. I went there and we talked until daydown. After that, we always talked in that rail fence until the third month we going steady.

The more days the more I loved him. I always pretended that I was sick to get his cares. I always looked for the time to saw his face without he knew it. I could not know how to expresesed my feeling for sure but I do loved him so much.

But one bad day came and attacked our love. I was really sick that time and not a pretending. I needed Brother Ree here but his friend said that he still in the class. I was worry and curious what he did there ?. I did not care about my condition. I called my senior who was his classmate to accompanied me. I heard brother Ree’s voice from the distance but I curious who was he talk with. I opened the class and how shocked I am to saw my boyfriend sits beside my classmate and held her hand so tight and with the class closed.

‘Damn’ my heart said. Slowly I sat and could not stop my tears. I cried. My senior asked me to sit. Brother Ree came toward me and said many craps but I did not want to hear that. My classmate could not say anything. I knew she felt regret. Brother Ree and my senior told me to stop crying but I could not.

            The next day, I did not come in class. I needed a time to accept this condition. I was sick of him and my friend. In my 14^th age, they did it to me, hurted me. Crying was the only thing I could do. It was really hurt, the feeling more than be killed by knife and more than be bitten by tiger. I did not want to eat and everytime I saw him I tried to go.  Everytime I saw his face and my classmate’s face I wanted to kill them. They are betrayer. And more than words I hated them.

            He sent me letter and explained how regret he did it and said how precious I was in his heart. Shit. Eat those craps, damn. I just replied it by my wise words “thank you for everything and maybe you will  be happy with her and I  hope she can be better than me”

Actually until now I do not know why he made affair with my classmate that I think I am more beautiful than her. I can feel that hurt clearly when I remember it. But it just waste my time. I learn that love is not always make us happy.  I am happy because I can feel love in the age I never thought before. Yeach 14^th . And the journey of my first love had been the reason why I am single until now. I have got trauma, but it does not mean I do not like boy anymore.

I believe that If  love comes again, it will come in the perfect time when I am really ready to share it twice as the last with the honest man.