First Love

Written by : Jenilla Kiky

 

FIRST LOVE

You?Fall in love? With whom? The sun seemed rising from west to east in the morning, I said with naturally astonished face.

How could, my sister who was sitting  with a cup of coffee in front of him, just said, if she met someone and love it. Exactly fall in love. How is it possible?

I've been meaning to him or her siblings, only this time it seemed I heard my sister say like in a man. Man who I think is far stranger. It could be the increase of fuel not only impacts the price increases on goods, but also affects the nervous head-brother.

Devita smiles.

I Also like to see my sister's reaction. During this time she was not attracted to any man. As if the world was fine without any man beside him.

It is not caused by my sister does not believe in love. Of course,she trusts, although it isn’t one hundred percent. My sister is just not so sure that love would be as beautiful as described in novel or a story depicted in the film. Or a flowing melodic, romantic as a love song that sometimes pierces the heart.

In my sister’s mind, love is like the papers report on her desk. There are few errors in writing of numbers and the loss of evidence corroborating the report capable of damaging a report. According to my sister, that's love. It’s complicated. Not that romantic. There is no love as beautiful as on the novel or film.

"Love is painful sometimes. It’s tragic, but not to be avoided. "I do not know how many times my sister heard of such a sentence. Not fun to listen to. The sentence seemed to shout, if she is a coward who does not dare to fall in love for fear of a broken heart. She is afraid to cry. She may also be afraid of not being able to deal with what is called a loss.

"I was never afraid of a broken heart or a cry for love" rebel heart my sister, "I see a lot of people experience it and recover. Even tried again, only I still do not want to deal with situations where there is the phrase we love, adore each other. Then suddenly we fuss like two enemies, throwing error, and then making out again as if nothing ever happened. And whether because of ego who, either me or him, all of a sudden we have to destroy each other.

My sister it her lip hard every times had own pass like that, or close friend so experience it. Dreams are really bad.

Man is still being attractive.

"I like to have fun with them. Socialize with them. Studying their properties, hobby, as well as weaknesses or their strengths is something interesting for me. So..., to fall in love, will think about it..., "thought my sister repeatedly.

People want to say old maid or my sister no matter what. His life is h is. Her affairs and no one should distort the arrangement that had been on the set.

And man...my brother smiling. For some reason why it always comes up smiling every time I recall him to the figure of a man pulled it. Could not resist. Do not want to curb it.

"I like it," whispered my sister's heart filled with a sense of floral scents. Whether coming from where the flowers. For the first time, my sister feels like a freak is happy.

"I really like it", said my sister again. She has repeatedly said to me, "He's different."

"I think so. Hundreds of times you said that. So my ears sounded strange. "

"I'm Serious."

"Really ...? If so, do you hear such melodious music in the movie? Hello who the song, or perhaps a romantic western song? Or flowers that suddenly blooming around you? Oh...yes, how many times you talk to the mirror. People say the signs of love. You do it? Or is there another way? "

"My sister.....!"said my sister with his countenance full of anger folds.

"Every where you would see his shadow. Seeing others like him. Beware if you suppose that he is Hans, "I do not want to shut up.

"My sister.....!" In a voice high enough my sister managed to make me silent.

I grabbed the ice in front of her juice. My sister looked at me annoyed.

"Okay......, sorry. Now tell me, where you met him. Tell me something I believe. You made ​​me curious. Like what he is. It’s really great to bow your heart of stone. Make you odd. "

"At the hospital," said my sister.

"What?" I was shocked, "I thought you were there to work. Any way what a romantic place on earth his up. How could you fall in love there, while everyone was sad? How could your heart.

“Hey....., listen! You think I planned that? I also do not know will like it event. Which I know will meet him there. It’s easy for you if you talk to. Affairs work it's my job everyday. About the man, that's another matter. Personalaffairs.You should not be confused with other problems. You think my life like rice mix, "said my sister angrily.

Why not? Work my good intentions suspected. All of it was planned well. Association that more with man who had made ​​him hot and cold, who is not attacked by high blood pressures?

I'm a little laugh to see the tension in my sister's face.

"Okay....., tell me about him. Defense makes me so curious. As if he was very special. Continue. Is he very attractive? Is it about physically?"There is a seductive smile in the corner of my lips. My sisters miles.

Basis. Although hundreds of times say the physical is not everything, it’s still being worth something in value and in talking about. It’s especially to other women.

"Very interesting," replied my sister. "Your eyes are so sparkling. Hold your heart do not fall out of place."

"That’s because he is attractive. His body was perfect. He has high athletic attractive body shape, Mulatto face. Red nose and lips areal way sweet. The most I like about it is greenish eyes. "I think he's much better. He's perfect. "

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There was shadow of the man's presence in my sister's eyelids. Make her feelings so as the main high ways are jammed. It’s full of horns and noisy.

What can I say when we met, she whispered to my brother. Meeting time, my sister felt as though time stopped for a moment, for a few minutes. Such as to give space to him and the man. My sister's body is frozen in the sharp eyes in front of him. His lips to say something, but it does not speak a single word, while he was smiling. My sister believes, at any time until he cannot forget that beautiful smile. The most beautiful smile ever had. Smile lately made ​​himself strange every time remember.

"When we were in the hospital, he was very familiar with children who are sick. So fond of them. Gentle, loving. He was very reassuring. Make the children love it, "said my sister.

"He knows what to do on those children?"

"Not really. When children were asked about her illness, she was not able to say it. He tried to give the best answer even though he himself was not convinced that it is the best answer. "

"No one can give the best answer to the children's illnesses. He was injured. Cornered. Not know what to do especially for those children. "

I do not speak. My sister still staring at the high way is in flush rain water.

Outside air must be cold. Each one thought they bust out. Leave empty-body sports beautiful. Just heard the melancholies music from mobile phones that have been being played.

My sister's impossible to forget the sad expression on his face clearly implied it. Granules that hold the tears almost came out. How he tried to stand tall among the sadness in the children's natural.

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"We met again at the she latter he old folks home near the hospital where I was and he was working. Some of them are sick. Their situation is very sad. It can be made to make any one cry."

"Are you crying too?"

My sister gave a small nod. "The stories add heart breaking sadness. Almost knocked and ran away. There is a hand holding my shoulder. Keep me standing. I stood by the side of his hand to help him stand."

"And ..." I said. My sister just took a deep breath.

Then, "We sit with the old people's weak. Heart he irrelevances. Not infrequently he make sold people were smiling, even laughing with her ​​words are sweet, gentle, and loving. I almost could not take my eyes off him, "continued my sister.

"He was charming you at the right time and place."

"I think so. I liked the way she treated the children, he treated the old men. I love the way he looks at me every times he felt the sadness there is in him. As if by way of their anguish was slightly reduced. Share it with me, for me, that would really mean. "

The man was very special. More than any man he ever met. He was very interesting. It's really interesting.

"See ....! You look so stunning. You do not over-exaggerating? "

"Of course not," my sister said, "If you see yourself as what he is?"

"It must be like. Fascinated.Fell in love, "I answered quickly. That the gift of a small blow of my sister.

"Do you often dream about him?" I asked.

"It must know what I think about him?"

"What?"

"We got married..."

"What .....!" I said almost like a scream. "You must have had something there to make your mind so it is not normal. You are struck by something, or...."

"Whatever. To be sure that's what I think. Dreamed of that. We live in a small house that has always dreamed of. Spend much time together. Watch a movie together, dance with soft romantic music. Of course with our children. We...."

"Enough!" I said, "You are far out of bounds. Missed a great dream and more like a fantasy than in real life. Should all exist only in short stories. Too good to be true. And you...as people who are very out of love, courtship repeatedly. I'm afraid you fall and cannot stand anymore because you express your feelings of love. Or even cut your veins because of him later. Not! Not like that. You would prefer a life of sleeping pills to kill her if she left. The love story ended tragically. I hope I do not need to see such strange things happen to you. "

"My sister smiled broadly. There is no anger that her show. She makes me more curious.

"What is he so appealing?"

"Very. You know what? Time in our hospital each other face to face. Smile at each other. Yes....God, it's very romantic. I do not know how to describe my feelings all the time. All I know, I'm very happy. It’s unable to turn away from it. "

"He really makes you fall in love. It’s o crazy. Indeed she is? I mean the prince's name? He really made ​​me curious. Hopefully he's interesting that you say. "

My sister picked up her glass. Drank. Then place the glass slowly.

"Sis...", I'm waiting for your answer. "What's his name?" I repeat my question.

"I cannot tell you," my sister replied softly, but loud enough my ears.

"Arrogant so you will not tell. As special as what he is? I'm afraid to grab? "

"Not so."

"And then?"

"I cannot introduce him to you or others."

"Why?"

"The thing is....I do not know her name, where his house. We met just like that. Living together for a moment and just split. "

"What?"

I glared at my sister looked at. The explanation sounds weird and my sister made ​​it up. Together but do not know anything? Even though a short name? How could it?

            After hearing a long story about a meeting of two hearts, romantic love story, all of a sudden my sister says, do not know who he was. There is no name, no address, let alone photograph. So, if all is in the novel, it's fun.....All can be understood. The problem is all out of my sister's mouth. Believe it, do not expect. I do not feel stupid and do not want to be a stupid man.

"Never mind..If......"

"What I said was," my sister said, "Yes we have met in the hospital. True he has made​​me fascinated. Has made me fall in love. And also true that we never spoke a word. There was never any introduction among us. "

I will not believe it. "If you're writing a novel for your experiment to make my goal, I told you succeed. As a beginner your novel has a soul. You play very well look on your face. Could play on me. But, not enough to fool me."

"Everything happened just as you hear. I left him for granted. We parted without ever met. I do not even know what he's got the same feeling like me or not. What we encounter mean for him or not, I do not know. All I know, that's right, I met him briefly with her​​, fascinated and in love with her. For further separation. Do not know or do not meet again.

"You look insane," I said sarcastically.

"May be. But that's what happened. Such was the fact, "my sister defensively.

"I'd better go home," I rushed topic up my bag lying next to my sister, "I hope tomorrow you have improved. If I'd phoned a psychiatric hospital. Know, do you mean?

I grabbed my bag. Back from class and heard a strange story, not a pleasant thing. Especially for me who is always confused with the business college. The new strange story I heard from my sister's mouth, to this day, not entertain in gat all. Will impress fool. Makes me more confused.

"You do not believe me? "Said my sister was out of his chair.

I'm reversing myself. Looked at my sister, "You like people who are delirious. You must be very, very lonely to the point that leaders have to fabricate it. Creating such a strange story."

"He was there. Oath. Cook does not believe with your sister. "

"That's right. We actually met. It's just that we never met. "

"I hope the person is named, to make it more real. Not only do you figure its own engineering, "I reversed the body. Walked away and leave my sister. I stopped a few steps. Re-turned to my sister.

"I'll see you home."

My sister watched me until it is gone from the consideration. There is no passion in him. With my sister back her hand signals waiter cafe. Order a cup of coffee. The rain was still falling very heavily outside.

Enough. Do not know why I feel all happened between us was enough? Instead, it must be like that. There was no need to make me remember the name. I call. No need to know where he come from? What kind of environment, or is watching me or not, my sister's heart, that I know, he's fascinated me. I fell in love. In the end, leaving him without speaking a word to him. Although sometimes we were never touched.

Together, without introduction, the name, and be happy with him, as if to make all feel perfect. Very romantic. Also last night in the liver. In the heart of this, there will always be memories of a man. First love. Without a name. Left by then.

"Dear diary.....to strange men.

Do not know you still remember me or not? Thought I was special or not? I also do not expect you have a special feeling to me. Let alone if it's just that I remember you, fascinated you, and fell in love with you.

To me...., all pretty. All feel more special in this way. In this way, at least I know what love more or less.

Foreign men I have ever met. The man who never talks with me, I hope we can meet again. You took my heart. Although, you might not expect with me. Or in your heart that no one else has. The stranger, nice to meet you. Fall in love with you. O...O, let me introduce, my name Devita. You....?(I hope there is a name that can I call...). It's nice to meet you.

See you. Thanks for everything. "

My sister closed her diary. Put his chin on his diary. Smiled to himself. To the stranger that is within her mind. This time.

THE END