
The atmosphere was so boisterous, Raysa had just reached the border. Some people look busy training, some are lifting things.
Raysa whistled seems so happy.
“Is there anything that makes you happy?” ask Kurniawan.
Raysa did not answer his friend's question, but it was clear from the look on Raysa's face, if she was happy.
Nayla does her usual activities, gives material to students, graduates, and writes her latest script.
Several times Nayla was seen in the middle of the crowd by students, who wanted to get her guidance, or just mince words.
“Senior... You're still gonna teach us?”
“Eem... Ja. Next semester, not me,”
“Yaaa..”
“Why? Don't you guys not like it if I give you the material?”
“It's not like that, it's just that Senior gave his material like so real, made us goosebumps,”
“If you want to finish quickly, reduce your relaxation and focus on general courses and start preparing a thesis in the early semester,” said Nayla.
“If you want to get a job when you graduate, you have to intern at a place you like. You majored in psychology should know and be able to see the psyche of those around you,”
“I often watch Korean dramas, there are profillers that help in the investigation of cases, I want to like that,” said a student.
“Being a profiller is not easy, we must be in line with the thinking of the perpetrator. If we have to put ourselves like the perpetrators themselves if they are in the CPI,” said Nayla. “You will get a lot of knowledge if you watch and read things related to Investigation,”
Time passed very quickly, without realizing if 3 hours had passed Nayla chatted with the students. In fact, the number is increasing, some are coming home and some are coming.
In another place, at the same time. Raysa is compiling a report. Occasionally he inhaled the air around him, then exhaled it very strongly. It was as if there was a burden in his heart.
“Since I've been watching you like that,”
“Suddenly I miss someone,” said Raysa in a soft tone while clicking the windows in front of him.
“Naomi?”
“No, the girl,”
Kurniawan.
“The more you know him, the more you don't want to go far from his side,” Raysa said in a statement. “Padahan, I have the status of someone's future husband. Funny isn't?”
“But... So comfortable with him,” Raysa said.
“There is a saying, the sense of being present because it is always together. Anyway you and Nayla are only dating a contract, and will soon be done typing in finished writing her latest novel and your illness is cured,”
“When knowing if he fought alone, even when he was not considered by his family just because he was a foster child. I even saw for myself how they treated her unkindly,”
“Really... I deeply sympathize and miss him,” Raysa said as she looked towards Kurniawan.
Anyone who feels when his heart is pounding will be confused, when he wants to reject the turbulent feeling in the heart. Either he's a mafia boss, or a soldier.
“Oh yes, I got some reports from the surrounding residents about something that made me worry since you left,” Kurniawan said.
Raysa, who was relaxed, has now seriously listened to what his best friend said.
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The atmosphere of graduation seemed so crowded, including families who came to congratulate those who had obtained the title.
Nayla only noticed the atmosphere by sitting on a park bench. Sometimes someone comes to give a speech to him while carrying a flower bucket. They are juniors, and their fans.
Suddenly something averted everyone's eyes and turned to some people dressed in uniforms, carrying buckets of flowers and gifts.
"Take a look at that..” whispered someone to his friend.
"Army comes at graduation,”
“Their faces are handsome-handsome. Their uniform matches his face,”
“Like korean drama only,”
“Nge hallu,”
Nayla only gave a flat facial expression with the presence of several figures who were stepping towards them.
“Who are they Nay,” asked Laura who had accompanied Nayla. “Know dong,” says Laura.
Suddenly Nayla laughed at the behavior of some people.
“Why can you guys be here?” ask Nayla.
“We were called at the head office. So we came here when Captain Raysa said he wanted to come see you,” Jufri said.
Raysa again stopped exactly 30cm from the girl with a graduation dress. So many pairs of eyes were looking towards them.
Nayla's tiny face looked up so she could look up at Raysa so high. A light pink color adorns the girl's tiny lips, a flick of her long eyelashes, not wearing false eyelashes. Natural make up, make the girl graceful and simple.
Raysa clutched the girl's body, with so many pairs of eyes looking at her, including her team members.
“I miss you,” said Raysa whispered. “Are you not that sultry? Decompose your hair?” raysa asked, tying the girl's hair.
“You want to make me shy?”
“No, I want to tell them if you are my girlfriend,”
The man, still hugging Nayla. As if he didn't care about anyone around him.
“Nayla...” call someone. His voice seemed familiar to him.
“How dare you hug her in front of me,”
Raysa quickly let go of her embrace and stood near Nayla.
“Kak Reza's..”
“Aibi..” call a 5th-year-old boy on Nayla then run towards Nayla.
“Naomi..” Nayla's name surprised Raysa. “Why is sister here?”
“Give you congratulations,” said Reza.
“Am I late?” a woman's voice sounded.
“Editor Lee..”
“Congratulations yes..”
The middle-aged woman's eyes, looking towards Nayla and the man beside her were—Raysa.
“Are we just standing here?”
“Ah, we'd better get home. I will cook you all food,” Laura said.
Raysa occasionally steals a glance at Nayla, giving her a code but Nayla does not respond to anything.
They capture the happy moment of the day, and Nayla enjoys it.
It felt like a long time ago, from that day on he did not feel the warmth together, conversing together, laughing and chatting like now.
Nayla was silent, occasionally laughing, occasionally telling stories. Raysa sat right next to him. A sharp look looked towards Raysa. Definitely it's Nayla—Reza's sister.
“Aibi... Blood...” says Naomi—nephew Nayla when she sees blood coming out of Nayla's nose. ”Your nose is bleeding,” said the little girl.
“Oh. Nosebleed,” Nayla said as she wiped the blood coming out of her nose.
All eyes looked towards Nayla. Sure enough, blood flowed out of his nose.
“Nay, are you okay?” laura asked, carrying a box of tissues.
“Let's go to the doctor. Brother will deliver you,” said Reza.
“It's okay, maybe because I'm too tired to write,” said Nayla trying to eliminate the worry of everyone who was in front of her. “Yesterday was busy with the clean gladi of Graduation, and I was sleep deprived,” Nayla said again.
“Truly it's okay? You better follow what your sister says, we'll just go to the doctor,” Reza said trying to persuade Nayla.
“It's okay. It's common like this,” said Nayla again.
“You better get some rest in the room,” Raysa said while wearing her jacket to Nayla.
“Don't overplay the role of courtship,” said Nayla speaking in a soft tone to Raysa.
Raysa was silent at what Nayla said. How not, Nayla's words felt to plunge into the bottom of her heart. It was as if the girl had indirectly rejected Raysa from paying attention to her.
——————— To be Continued ——————
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