Azka And Rasha

EP - AR 10

"Sister, it's hard to come here. It's malem" Azka said from behind a phone call.

"Don't you really? I don't need you to come home?"

"I'll be here again on holiday. I went to Balam again before I went home. Let's go home with you" Azka seduced.

"Yaudah yes" Azka turned off her phone when the phone connection was turned off by Rasya. He glanced at his watch, it was eight in the night. The journey should have been further. But the bus he was riding had problems so he had to wait some time until a new bus was brought to the place. Azka sat facing the window. Still survive inside the bus because it must be cold outside. He forgot to just leave his jacket in Papa's car.

Azka was enjoying the view outside that window. Cars and motorcycles pass at different speeds. The lights danced in the streets. Azka's position is higher than other vehicles, making him have to look down a little to pay attention to the fast motion of the wheeled vehicle. He was in the middle of Balam City, a large city that almost became a metropolitan city. The nights here are hardly different from Bandung or Jakarta. Crowded.

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Azka's phone vibrated, reaching into her shirt pocket to reach a 4.5-inch flat object that displayed a call on her screen. The rasya?

"Hello" Azka pressed the green button on her screen.

"Look outside on the left" said the voice from across the phone making Azka frown. What does that young man mean? isn't it true that he's here? Without answering Azka moved her head. Looking towards the left side of the bus. He gawked, there already stood a young man with an ash jacket and maroon shirt as his interior. carrying a plastic logo with a minimarket logo that is mushrooming at this time. He held his hand high, so that Azka could catch his shadow. Azka smiled, for some reason her heart warmed. This young man, who was growing daily always added a special taste in his heart.

Azka got off the bus without turning off her phone. The small bag hanging on the side of his body moved forwards and backwards as he ran a little closer to the young man.

Bugh!

"What the hell are you doing?" Azka hit Rasya's arm slowly.

"I told you I want your anther to go home" Rasya replied casually.

"When are you getting? Wasn't it still taking me to the bus?" Tanya Azka turned off the phone connection on the phone that she had dropped from her ear.

"I follow dong. And I also went back to the boarding house" He chuckled. "Now long time?" Rasya asked glanced at the bus.

"No idea, try asking the driver or his kenek" suggested Azka. Rasya walked over, approaching a person in the same uniform sitting while sipping warm coffee in a plastic cup.

"Sir, is this still a long time? how much longer, huh?" asked Rasya politely.

"The bus is back here Dek. I think it's still about 45 minutes away" answered one of them.

"Can you go for a second? Later if the bus already want to be able to contact me yes sir" pinta Rasya who made Azka dumbstruck. Loh, where are you going?

"Oh, can. Later fifteen minutes before leaving again we check the passengers really" Rasya thrust a piece of paper out of nowhere He got. There is a row of numbers that Azka knows.

"Judah, excuse me sir. Later can call to the number" Rasya said, and pulled Azka's arm to come away. He took Azka to the side of his car. Open the passenger door and then leave,

"Let's go in" Take Rasya.

"Where are you going? how will I miss the bus?" Azka hesitated

"will not. Trust me the same. I gave him the same number as his father. Later we are connected" Yes, Azka saw for herself earlier. In the end he followed Rasya's words to get into his car. The door was closed by Rasya. He then walked around the car, moving to the other side. He got in the car.

He stretched out his hand to attach the setbelt to Azka. But his movements were stopped by Azka's hand on his arm. "I did" said the girl taking over. Rasya took off the seatbelt and handed it to Azka while he put up his own seatbelt for her.

"Where are we going?" tanya Azka turned her head towards Rasya who was already holding the wheel with his two hands.

"Serahin' it's the same with me. You just sit there and don't forget to smile" The young man started the engine and then stepped on the accelerator. Cars share the road with other vehicles.

The car turns into the parking area of a mall. Central Mall. The large writing on top of the building was flickering.

"Why come here?" ask Azka confused.

"I don't want to bring you here. Just a parking ride" Rasya laughed, followed by a punch on his arm by the girl sitting next to him.

"Basic!"

"Let's get off. Let me know where I'm taking it"

The two walked hand in hand along a small driveway next to the mall. The road is only able to be passed by two motors. Azka began to know the direction to which Rasya would take her.

"Sister?" Azka turned her head, while Rasya nodded.

The two entered a diner at the end of the street. Simple places, such as tegal stalls and field stalls are scattered on the side of the road. This shop is more like a garage. Five long tables were arranged in that garage. With two small tables in the corner of the room as a kitchen table. Azka and Rasya took a seat on one of the chairs at the front-most long table.

"Mom, the seafood fried rice is one. Iced tea sweet two" Rasya's message to a mother behind the kitchen table.

"Eh, den Rasya the same non Azka. I haven't been here in a long time. I was in college, right?" Say hello to Mom is friendly.

"Yes Ma'am, I am now alone here, Azka left. So the gapernah play here" Rasya replied courteously.

"Where did Jon Azka go to college?"

"In Bandung Bu" replied Azka briefly. He smiled at the middle-aged woman who was concocting fried rice.

"Do you like eating a plate of both? Don't want to add a portion?" asked the mother again while chuckling.His hands danced nimbly on the pan while holding the sutil. The sound of friction between the sutil and the pan is like a melodious sound for starving stomach worms.

"Both plate, ma'am. Enough, let it stick" said Rasya origin. And the mother just laughed.

In less than five minutes, the fried rice had already been served in front of them. Complete with two spoon accompanies on the right and left side of the plate. Also two glasses of sweet iced tea that always seems to taste fresh even though the night offers cold.

They ate the fried rice on that plate. Many times the spoons of both are fighting over rice grains or a piece of shrimp. Accompanied by a drum from the street buskers who are still struggling even though the night is approaching.

"This is sir" Azka handed over ten thousand bills to the busker. The eye of the busker immediately appeared.

"Thank you, thank you" he said as he pressed a sheet of money on his forehead. He feels grateful. Maybe after this he will go home, bring provisions for the wife to buy rice so that their stomach does not starve.

"Udah?" rasha asked after tidying up the table in front of her. "Drink the tea first" he added.

"Yes" said Azka sparkling. "Why did you bring me here, brother?" ask Azka curiously.

"I know you haven't eaten. Trus to make up my promise yesterday. Since I have to go to college, we're not going to make it here" Rasya explained as he reached into his pants pocket to get his wallet out of there. Still the same wallet that Azka gave her on her sixteenth birthday two years ago.

"You still have that wallet?" Azka was already unfocused with Rasya's answer. He stared at the slightly dull wallet.

"Oh this? Yes dong. Hehe. The clock is still this" he said. He slipped fifty thousand bills under the box of tisue. The value was twice as much as the price of the food and drinks they ordered. "Nobody loves you anymore" he added. Yes, Azka forgot that she did not give a gift on Rasya's birthday this year. Azka.

"Sorry not to give you a gift this year" said Azka sincerely.

"You are the best gift for me from God. Valid until infinity, anti-damage" he said while damaging the top of Azka's head. A habit that has not been lost since when.

"Let's go back to the bus, later if it's late, I have to anter you until Dek bandung" he said in a joking tone. Azka nodded while laughing.

"Mom we say goodbye. Here'smoney. The rest is for Mom. Assalamu'alaikum"

Now they walk back on that little road. Enjoy a night that feels more beautiful than other nights. Drowning each of his consciousness in the memories of the road that witnessed their struggle to reach college.