Azka And Rasha
EP - AR 6
Every memory has a place in our hearts. Did you know that our liver has 6 lobes of different sizes? That's where the memories are stored. Fits portions.
Azka's first day in the overseas make it a lot of daydream. Fly his thoughts on some of the snippets of the story that feel sweeter when remembered. It seems that Azka is indeed being carried away by feelings, or maybe she again found the comfort of the house in Rasya that had not been touched by him.
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Azka hastily, many times he asked Papa to speed up the speed of the motor being driven. because, according to the schedule, he only had ten minutes before the train to Balam City departed.
Arriving at the station, Azka immediately said goodbye to Papa and walked quickly to the counter. There already stood Rasya with two tickets in hand. Standing in an unrelenting position, the movement of the ticket in his hand signaled that he was waiting with concern.
"Sir Rasya!" Rasya turned to the source of the voice. found Azka who already looked a little messy walking quickly towards him.
"Come on, five more minutes" Rasya said pulling Azka's arm towards the existing platform officer. Rasya handed over two tickets that were received and torn by officers. A piece of the ticket was returned to Rasya. And the door in front of them opened. Rasya and Azka were in a hurry. Can not run because the condition of Rasya's legs does not allow for it.
They are currently a few steps away from the train, which turns out the chimney has sounded indicating the train will leave soon. Azka panicked, she dragged Rasya to walk faster. They were almost there, as the wheels of the carriage began to tow, preparing to roll to lift the heavy weight of the carriage moving away.
"Sister, the train has started!" Azka would only raise one leg on the footing while Rasya was already on top of the carriage that was walking slowly. Azka was panicking.
"The splinter here goes up" Rasya ordered
"Fear" said Azka while slightly running to balance the train pace which is still fairly slow.
"What am I?" Rasya who was impatient with Azka's hesitation finally chose to quickly go down. He dragged Azka until he spelled out the door of the car that was still wide open. With a hasty and impressed movement suddenly Rasya immediately slipped his hand between the arms of Azka. Lifting the girl's body with great difficulty. The action made Azka strangled. Azka heaved a sigh of relief as her feet landed on the floor of the carriage, while Rasya immediately linked her hands to the handle on the side of the door. He pulled his body up onto the same carriage as Azka. Azka immediately restrained the young man's body as his body was dazed in the doorway. Then they both laughed.
"Crazy you, brother!" Azka chuckled, still not believing what the young man was doing.
"Rather than missing the train?" answer lightly. The breaths of the two were still both hunting, his heartbeat was fast.
"My legs are sick"
A million sentences of sensation. Afterwards, Azka and Rasya had to sit on the floor to correct Rasya's shifting refutation of his false legs. And of course, they later became the spectacle of many people.
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"For Sir!" the sound of a clash between the skin of the hands and the skin of the cheeks was heard. Azka grimacing. No, it wasn't Azka who was slapped. Azka was only a witness who was forced mute for the incident. Azka who was undergoing SBMPTN preparation in the city of Balam at that time had to live with Om Tris and his family. Om Tris is Papa's long-time partner, they're like brothers. Azka was so surprised when she found out that Om Tris who was very soft, friendly, and humorous turned out to have a terrible side when she was at home.
That was the scream of her daughter. The child who is always a place to vent Om Tris when in trouble. Of course, finding that fact when he was a guest in there made Azka feel bad. And the day that had gone by the night did not allow himself to seek escape.
But Azka was afraid, he was not comfortable hearing the sound of flutter for the sake of the flutter continues to resonate in his ear while he could not do anything. Lucky Rasya contacted him, he said he was bored and intended to take Azka out that night. So Azka readily agreed, only so that she could rest her ears from the ringing of a 13-year-old every time a punch landed on her body.
"Om, Adek go first huh. Later Adek nginep at Ita aja's house" said Azka when Rasya was there to pick her up. Azka had previously sent a message to Ita that he would stay there. He also gave the reason, so Ita then agreed Azka's request.
Time is 20.00. The streets were still crowded even though it was not Sunday night. It was saturday night. Azka sat comfortably in the dirty Rasya during that trip. Sometimes he justifies the position of the helmet attached to his head.
"Why is Rasya Bosen's sister?" Azka tried to unravel the silence between the two.
"Kids in the game, I'm a males playing the game. It's too Pro" he replied arrogantly.
"So arrogant. Uh but thanks for picking me up. I swear I was afraid of being there if Anggi was beaten again" Azka said.
"I have aspirations to travel around Balam but not yet sameness"
"OK on leaving!!" Rasya turned his bike towards the left.
"Eh? seriously Brother?"
"Malem will not be jammed. Hayu we roving. We go to the Bay area first yes" answered Rasya began to advance the motor faster.
" Seriously?"
"Since when have I not been serious about you Dek? You're the only one who doesn't believe me"
"But-"
"Whatever to you Deck. Enjoy traveling around Balam as I Dek" Teriam Rasya turned the gas on the steering wheel of his motorcycle.
The motor drove around the city.straight, turned right, turned left, sharply downhill, steep uphill, the motor continued to pass around the city. Not to forget Rasya introduced the names of the roads they went through typical such as tour guide a travel agent. Within an hour and forty lkma minutes, the two of them had already almost passed through every street in the city.
Azka sent a message that she was going home to Ita. He was afraid that his best friend was too sleepy because this was too late at night. But the balasa of Ita just makes him stunned. The girl with Meli and Winda was watching a Korean drama, and instead asked Azka to buy a lot of snacks to accompany them to watch together.
Rasya pulled his bike over at a minimarket. He went in there with Azka. Azka chose some snacks to put in the basket. At Ita's request, he will bring their favorite snack to friends watching Korean dramas. Counting as a form of thanks for being able to stay overnight.
"Sit there first" Invite Rasya when one large bag has been paid. Guess who paid for the groceries. It's definitely NOT Azka. Raysa insisted she paid. Despite having to spend a lot of money, the young man looked very happy when Azka finally gave up allowing Rasya to pay.
"Now" sodor Rasya. Azka's eyes perfectly patterned.In front of her Rasya thrusting an ice cream Magnum. Ah, Azka had not eaten the ice cream for a long time. Azka ate her ice cream, while Rasya chose to take a bottle of coffee for himself.
They enjoyed the atmosphere that night. The wind was not too cold. The scattered stars give light on the sides of the sky. The moon winks spoiled behind its scythe. While two people in the chair, sitting comfortably like they are crocheting the story of their lives.
"Thank you, sister" said Azka.
"Create?- Hahahaha" Not yet Azka replied, Rasya was already scattered in his place. Azka was confused by herself, because of what the young man in front of her was until he was spinning.
"Why?" ask Azka curiously.
Not answering Rasya who was sitting next to him just put his body aside. He pulled Azka's chin making their faces face to face. He rubbed the tip of Azka's lips with white ice cream. Of course the movement on the most sensitive part for the woman made Azka frozen. The girl held her breath hoping that she would faint on the spot. The movement is finished at the other end of the lip. Azka was still faithful with her breath held, until an irritating voice sounded to ruin the atmosphere.
"Don't hold your breath *****! Die by you"
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Azka chuckled at his place. The shadow successfully scooped up his attention in total. Even he was very animating the shadow, marked by himself who felt amused and baper at the same time.
Those memories are always sweet to remember.
Especially if it's about you.
My home .
