Her name is Aprilia Harum Sofia. I used to call her nickname, Lia. I do not know what the equivalent word to describe her charm. In fact, she is so beautiful, graceful and charming. She often made me ashamed to blush every time I encountered with her . Her fantastic smile, long unbound hair waving in the wind as if hypnotized me into the heavenly environment. Her presence in my class seemed to be a magnet for the adams became carbided poet to get her heart. However, at that time I was a coward, who still learning to string words according EYD, have no the courage like the others who dared to send her love letters, or even love song.
It has been three years, I didn't set my foot in the city of Solo, and three years that I didn't see her sweet smile anymore since my abroad to Aussie to continue my study. I miss her charm that hypnotized all the adams for looking stupid with their opened up mouths every time she got to the front of the class. I remembered when I discussing with her and she often found me in awe, not to be impressed for her brilliant ideas but I was impressed with the way she talk and her charm that so ehmmm uhhh ... hard to forget in my memory :) .
At 15.30 pm my plane landed on the Adisumarmo airport, Solo. Its condition is much different from three years ago before the inauguration of the Adi Sumarmo airport as the international airport. I was longing to explore the city again that I left for a long time. In the second day after my arrival in Solo, I asked my brother to get around Solo, Boyolali and certainly Cengklik reservoir that was a favorite escape when I was tired of listening to the killer teacher in the past. Me and my friends often visited this place after school, enjoying the beauty of nature at once to remove stress. My art teacher once said, 'when our minds get stressed, we need to go to the places where the cool, shady, with beautiful natural scenery to refresh, or if not, we could see a photo or painting scenery that could make our hearts feeling cozy.
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Sunday, 07.30 am. I dressed up in front of the mirror to straighten my clothes before going to the high school reunions. I opened my desk drawer to retrieve the reunion invitation, I immediately saw a wooden box that reminded me of the memory three years ago. I opened up the little box. A cross necklace gift from Aprilia. Although we had differences in religious beliefs, but I accepted the necklace in honor of April. Aprilia gave the necklace as a memento before I went abroad. Me and April were close and friendly, especially since we represented our school for students skills competition at the provincial level. Although we 're so closed, we were never going out for a date, but I believed that within our hearts had ever any sense of love. I know, love does not have to own, because true love is the willingness to sacrifice this heart feeling, seeing the loved one has a happy life, even if happiness 'snt undertaken jointly by the person who loves.
I went to the reunion spot by bike. It's been a long time I did not down the Brigjen Slamet Riyadi street by cycling. Since taking a study in Aussie, I rarely use a bicycle for travelling to the heart of city or even suburban areas. I often use public transportation such as buses, trams or trains. Thats why I never get the prize for leisure cycling events that I follow :) . I ..
to be continued....
