ARAKAS

Chapter 59

Because their gym teachers are not so healthy, finally today sports lessons are only told to take notes. Class Ara is not a physical sport on the field. Ara just relax. He was even more diligent in taking notes and studying. If there's anything he doesn't know for sure he'll ask his most polar friend in that class. Her name is Mita, a thick bespectacled girl with a style that is cute but friendly and sociable.

His other friends, since earlier many of them who grumbled did not like to take notes he said. But there are also fun ones too.

"Eh Clar, have you noticed lately that Ravel's eyes often steal a glance at me?" ask Manda instead of taking notes instead of talking. Not without reason he said so. Once he, Ara and Clara again sat on a corridor bench near the Ravel filming location. That time Manda accidentally saw Ravel was staring at them. Yesterday too, as they walked to the cafeteria, Manda saw Ravel constantly staring at them. And so, every time the three girls walked together and passed the location where Ravel was, the man's gaze would always lead to them. I don't know who the cool actor saw among the three but Manda was so confident that he was the one Ravel saw. He smiled to himself remembering that. Is that just a coincidence? But... It doesn't feel like. The hell if coincidence can happen so many times.

"Hush, trust yourself!" reply Clara felt unacceptable. Maybe what Ravel saw was him. Who does not like to be noticed by actors in the class of Ravel.

Manda laughed on her side.

"You're not fit to stand next to Ravel to know, the effect is like the same employer as the maid. Mending me everywhere, still got an artist's look." ledek Manda pelt her tongue at Clara.

"Know ah," Clara sulks but Manda keeps teasing her. The engrossed Ara noted behind them only shook their heads. Both of his best friends were very noisy, their discussion was always about his brother. There's nothing else what?

Ara stopped taking notes and pondered for a moment. He knew the truth that Ravel saw was him. Indeed he always dodged, but either by chance or what every road he passed, would always cross paths with Ravel's sister, even though her brother could only see her from afar. And he kept on throwing his face away. Honestly, Ara misses her brother, but she still has a hard time accepting the fact that they are not siblings. He doesn't want to see Ravel first.

"Ara, he says you want to learn math. What if we learn together?" ask Adit who has not been standing in front of him since when. The girl nodded, but she remembered Karrel saying he would teach her.

"When do you study with him?" tanyakanya. It's not nice to refuse Adit's offer either. He also knew Adit wanted to study seriously.

"How about in a while? It's up to me or your house." said Adit.

"In your house. But tomorrow can't it be? You see, later in the afternoon I still have work, after that there is something I want to take care of." Ara bargained, rather than her refusing. It

Adit's forehead lifted, man,

"Work? You work? Over where? What work?" tanyanya. It was the job of the girl's parents what made Ara still have to work. The feeling of the girl used to be no work, did Ara lack money?

"At the cafe, I work partime." Adit nodded his head, not wanting to ask any further because he still had to take notes. He then sat back in his lap.

Back at school, Karrel had faithfully waited for Ara outside the girl's classroom, as usual. Karrel takes Ara to the cafe first. After the girl worked, Karrel picked her up again.

Ara stared briefly at Karrel's car. He forgot to tell the guy that the neighborhood where he lives now is not passable by the car. But yes, the guy already brought a car. Later the car can park in front of the alley, because the distance of the apartment if they enter the alley is not so far away.

Karrel didn't say much during the trip, let alone look at the exhausted-looking Ara. The guy told Ara to rest in the car. When it arrived, according to Ara's direction, Karrel parked the car in a yard wide enough that he did not know where it was.

He followed the girl down the small road to Ara's residence. Karrel walked behind Ara while observing the surroundings. The atmosphere of the environment looked seedy and chaotic. Karrel wondered where Ara could find a place like this. The bike alone will be difficult to pass through the small alley that they pass now.

After a few minutes of walking they stopped in front of a large apartment. Karrel didn't even think anyone would dare to build an apartment in this remote place. Karrel has not commented. He was busy watching what he saw.

Even when he entered Ara's narrow apartment, the first thing he saw were the doors and windows and the corners of the room. That guy to the point of checking the doors and windows is strong or not. Because this building is so old and obsolete that Karrel can't if he doesn't check. He wanted to make sure Ara was safe.

"Drink first" said Ara holding out a glass of water to Karrel. The man took the glass from Ara's hand and gulped down the water the boyfriend gave him. He then returned to his work.

"This place is not very safe, you have to move quickly" Karrel decided. He sat beside Ara's study table after checking everything out. He thinks the building is too old. He did not want Ara to survive in this slum, alone again.

"But this is the cheapest" said Ara.

"I'm afraid something's happened to you, let alone we don't know how this environment is. Security is not guaranteed. Cost problem you don't have to worry about Ara, I'll take care of it." said Karrel again.

"But..." 

Ara sighed. He stood up and walked closer to Ara. Sit next to the girl. Look at him deeply and gently.

"Forget that first. Now, can you tell me?" the guy grabbed Ara's fingers, grabbed her.

"The reason you left the house." he continued. Karrel wants to know. Perhaps that way he could help Ara think of a way out. Actually, Karrel did not want Ara to leave the house, if he could still solve problems with his family without leaving the house, why not. After all, they were the girl's family. Ara is safer living with her own family.

Ara looked at the old Karrel, sighed softly, then started telling stories.