Love Should Not Enforced

 “Laff you.” Ucapnya.

“Laff you too, sayang.” Jawabku.
That was the last time I talk by phone with him. After that, he no longer news. I'm always looking for news, seek to know his home address is now, I asked all his friends, but the results are nothing.

I'm getting tired, I'm getting tired of waiting for him to give the news, I was tired of looking at my cell phone and wish you would call or chat me.
"Enough !! I'm tired, I'm tired of waiting Reza. "I said loudly as he slammed my cell phone to the floor. I sobbed.
"Rezaa, you go?" I said, sobbing.

Suddenly bi Mirna went into my room.
“Non, non kenapa?” Tanya bi Mirna.
"Bi, any fault on Reza? Why he did not give me the news at all? "I said.
"Reza? Reza, who was here non? "Asked bi Mirna again.
"Yes bi." I said.
"Sorry previously non yesterday when Aunt ngelewatin roadside cafe that non know, aunt saw Reza was dining with a woman. But the aunt did not know that anyone .. "said the aunt.
"What ???" I said in surprise.
Cries becoming more common. Bibi tried to placate.
"Non, already .. Let's not cry .." Calm aunt. "Better non sleep alone, let the feeling of non quieter. Mbah aunt said the first, after crying continued to sleep, could sleep soundly really know non. "Continue aunt.
I also obey what aunt said. I get to sleep even though my eyes were still tears.

After about 2 hours, I woke up from my sleep. And it turns out I feel really relieved. There was no burden on my heart. I immediately shower and choosing clothes. Choice fell to the tank top berompi long sleeves and black jeans. I took my bag and went downstairs.
"Hi bi." I said
"Eh non, already cheerful again?" Asked the aunt.
"It is bi. Bi, bi yuk accompany me shopping. "Ajakku.
"Eh let non. Briefly yes, aunt dressing first. "Answer aunt. Bibi was changed.

After the aunt finished changing clothes, I and aunt went to the Mall. The Mall, I was spending a lot of stuff. The real goal, I want to share the stuff to the street children.

After shopping for clothes, I and bi Mirna was heading shoe store. As I and bi miRNA into the store, suddenly I see the face of someone who is not familiar to me.
"Rezaa ..." I said and immediately buy my groceries that had fallen to the floor.

I ran out of the shop. I ran aimlessly. And finally I chose to sit in the chair of visitors. I cry. My heart ached seeing Reza menduakanku.
Suddenly, while I was crying, someone sitting in pinggirku and said .. "Grea, forgive me .. It's by no means a tuk menduakanmu .." He said that I'm sure is Reza.
"Not mean? And why? Why are you with him? "I asked as I looked at him.
"I'm forced to." He replied.
"Forced to whom?" I asked again.
"I forced my mama." He replied.
I was silent for a moment, close your eyes, take a deep breath, opened my eyes again and I told him .. "Reza, why do not you say it long ago? Please, now you decided I .. "I said.
"I can not, Grea .." he replied.
"You can Za. I decided to come on now. I do not want you to hurt your mother for me. "I said.
"Huuhh, okay Grea. We broke up .. "The words finally came out of his mouth.
My tears want to fall, but I held it because I had asked her to dump me.
"Well, OK. Now your girlfriend after another. Surely he nyariin you. "I said.
"You're not the Grea papa?" Asked Reza.
"I do not papa Za, your girlfriend after another there." I said, fighting back tears.
He went past me.

My tears were spilled all over me hold earlier. Bi Mirna up to me and say something .. "It is non, do not have to cry. Things to do it right non non. Let's return non .. "Calm aunt while giving a handkerchief.
"Come bi .." I said, wiping my tears with a handkerchief given by the aunt.
I went to the house.
I finally understand that love is not to be imposed and love do not have to fight the parents.

Short Story Essays: Talitha Pearl Islamay
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Hallo !! My name is Talitha ..
12 years old. Sorry if bikinnya the love-romance stories. Cuman again for fun aja ..: D
This is actually cerpenku that to 10, but that for the first version of this Cerpenmu.com ..
I wish, I hope you like the short story that I made.