Short Story "Too Late"
A breeze waft stabbed into the jacket that I wear. Yes, it's winter. Night had fallen and I was still on the way to my house. Here I am Didier. Junior high school students who are new to love. It makes me feel sick that immeasurably. The morning has been published. I start my activities as a student in a junior high school in Sumedang, West Java. While on the way, I met with my friend Fitri. Yes, she is a woman innocent, cute and pretty. He was my best friend since childhood. I undemonstrative on him. The bell rang, we rushed into each class. bye Fitri my class is not so far away. My class is next class Fitri. Imperceptibly, the school bell was sounded. I always wait for Mubarak in front of the class, sometimes turns him waiting for me. We return both a river crossing river. Clock shows 14:00. "Oh sure, I'm today there are extracurricular karate . Grave ya, do not Fitri was waiting at her house. "I said. I was rushing home to go to school Fitr. Fitri, who ...