Design: A Buana
EPS 33: Raksa's Point of View
“Come Raksa! Cepetan.”
“Can't, Thor. I don't usually talk at length to just anyone.”
“Bawel very lo. This is so that everything is clear. So that those who read do not think, “kok gini? Doesn't make any sense? Kok suddenly so, really maksa.” You want Aeera also on the verge of curiosity?”
“Don't bring Aeera, Thor.”
“Yes that's why, you don't have to take it. What is the difficulty of staying story from lo's point of view?”
“Enterrible, Thor.”
“Bawel lo, Sa. Bottom line cave love one week deadline for you clear everything to the reader.”
“If it does not reach the target, I change it to sad ending. Gemaeera ship will sail!”
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Hii. My name is Raksa Alger Buana.
“Yes don't have to be so formal dong, Sa!”
Please mute Author right now.
Okay. The author has been muted, so I am free to tell stories in any language style.
You will know me only from the style of the language. Yes, I am Raksa Agler Buana. I don't really want to talk at length like this, because it's a waste of time. But I don't want Aeera to be with Gema.
Aeera it's mine.
Hm. The story from my point of view will not be long, because I will only tell you things that may be bumpy or that can raise questions from Aeera or you readers.
Starting from that time. I left Aeera just like that when she was sad to get a gift rejection.
Nope. I didn't leave because of him. Even if it was because of her, I would not go back and fight back to this city of death just because of that girl.
“Buana. Auntie got some bad news. You better go home, prepare to fly to Kalimantan. Mother lakalantas. You are strong yes, son.”
That was the whisper of Aunt Arkadevi, my future in-law.
Who is not surprised and immediately left, when he got the news that the only family left was called death?
Previously Father and Sister. This time Mother. As if this was a city of death.
After getting news, I immediately flew to Kalimantan because the body of Mother had reached there. Undeniably, I am up to the trauma of returning to the Capital City.
The decision I took was to calm down in Kalimantan. Staying temporarily with Grandma and Bang Raihan's family. In the city, I no longer have a family. Although I should have returned to the city to take care of Mother and Father's company. But that mesh, I am a power-weak teenage boy.
During his time in Kalimantan, Aeera's shadow never escaped. I feel guilty for leaving him so unselfish. Moreover, the last impression with him was anger. Really, I love you so much, Aeera.
The girl was born three years after her sister died. Finally I consider Aeera to be the successor of a sister. A sense of responsibility and protection is very inherent to the girl. I can't let go of her, because Aeera is like my own little sister.
It's early. In the end, after five years of calming down. I realized that, this sense is not just a pity as a sister. But love also interfered in it.
Him, Aeera. It's the only factor I've still survived and improved my life. He is my external motivation so wants to have better quality. If there is no him, either I still survive now or not.
I was 21 years old then. I decided to go back to the City. Not good if you have to trouble Aunt Edrea continuously. My stick is round, to continue the company of Father and Mother.
Besides, my main reason was to meet with Aeera. The little girl who never got out of her mind and mind. I don't know what it looks like now. But I miss him a lot and want to protect him.
I remember, it was Tuesday. I arrived at Aunt Edrea's house by taxi from the airport. Bang Raihan Arya Buana, My Cousin Brother insisted on taking her to calm down.
“You sure, Sa?”
“Iya, Bang. I have inconvenienced families in Kalimantan and Aunt Edrea must take control of the company Father Mother.”
“You have no trouble at all, Raksa.”
We both ended up going into that big house. Climb a few stairs to get to the terrace and main door. But I heard a pretty good talk, apparently.
Two people opened the main door while talking.
“Splash, Ra! Hunt him pull.”
“What the hell, anjirr. Patience dong.”
“Lagian lo very suddenly, Dam! Lo who wants my PDKT who bothered.”
We finally passed the last step on the stairs. The four of us looked at each other. Seemed confused, not knowing each other.
“Buana, yes?” I'm sure it was Damar, because if I'm honest his face didn't change much.
“Hah? You mean, Buana the shield Bocil?” Haha, what he meant was Bocil's Aeera, huh?
“Halo, how are you?” I try to melt the atmosphere.
“Anjir, Buana! Lo glow up really. Skincare dong.” Caeera is still Caeera, this woman is indeed easy to get along with and bewit.
“Lo want to glow until transparent or how the hell, Ra?” Damar himself was astonished by his brother, let alone me?
“Bacot, Damar!”
“Oh, yes. You want some business with Aunt Edrea, yeah?”
I realized that it didn't come alone. Bang Raihan was just silent.
“Iya, Ra. I want to meet Aunt Edrea.”
“Oh yes. This is my Cousin Brother, his name is Bang Raihan.”
I saw them shake hands with each other.
“Halo, Bang. Cave name Damar.”
“Greetings, Bang. My name is Caeera.”
“My name is Raihan. Greetings know.”
Yeah, just introduce them. Before Bang Raihan's action was enough to shock my little heart.
“I can ask for your phone number?”
How not? I know Bang Raihan as a quiet person and not confident, especially when dealing with women. But this time, why would Bang Raihan dare to ask for Caeera's phone number?
“Eh, means Bang?”
“Oh, sorry. Not that I meant anything else, I just wanted to make sure that Raksa would be okay. So I asked for your number so that you can be contacted if Raksa has no news.”
“Ohh. Haha. Don't go kegeeran first, Ra.” I saw Damar poking at Caeera while slightly pushing her shoulder. Caeera just laughed awkwardly.
“It would be better if you two number. To respond faster again.”
Finally Caeera and Damar voluntarily gave the phone number to Bang Raihan.
“Anjir, Ra! My scourge hunt is uprooted. You deliberately want to make me fail soan, yes?”
That's how these two intercourse, always noisier and frenzied themselves. From childhood, Caeera and Damar did not get along, there were always conflicts and small debates between them. However, it will return familiar and improve quickly.
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“Saaa, Mercury! Very flat lo narration, the language is not so rigid why the hell?”
Who is the Unmute Author?!
I use the correct and good Indonesian language. What harm?
“Serah lo dah. Continue there, until all is clear!”
You're a real pussy, like Aeera. Please mute again Author so as not to cut my narrative.
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Okay. I'll continue. After talking with Aunt Edrea, Bang Raihan immediately decided to return to Kalimantan, because he already had the task of working there.
I tried to get along with Damar. Five years apart is quite awkward, but I think that's my opinion. The evidence from earlier Damar told a long story about his life.
As we kept quiet, I ventured to ask about the main reason I came back here.
“Aeera how are you, Dam?”
Damar who initially focused on the PlayStation before him, immediately looked at me.
“Lo still inget?”
“I will never forget the same him.”
“So, she how are you?” I asked the main question again.
The guy is back facing forward, “gue will not tell before you change the style of lo.”
“Kaku really anjir, kayak again talking to the lecturer.”
Well, why is Damar the same as Author? I have to dispute my style of speech.
Okay. For Aeera's sake, I'll try to do what Damar asks.
“OK. So what cave should?” It's hard to talk like this.
“Well, that's dong. I just got the spirit. May chat with temen yourself.”
Damar facing towards me, “so gini, Sa. It was too late anjir.”
Meanin? Aeera already owned people? Loh, isn't that girl still a minor? Did I calculate my age wrong?
“I mean, she's married?”
Damar hit me on the shoulder, “anjir, your mind is far away. He just entered Junior High, who dared to macem-macem I exterminate.”
Thankfully, I didn't count wrong. Then, what is the late meaning of Damar?
“Praise God. Keep on referring to, how?”
“Heh. Lo demen same my cousin?”
This question is very difficult to answer. Until then, I was still unsure of the love I had. Actually just love as a sister, or as a couple?
If only as a sister, why do I try to rise up and improve my life to be able to solidify myself? Why am I surprised to hear a late remark from Damar?
“Diem. Means lo belom sure.” Damar's conclusion succeeded in making me aware of daydreams.
“So gini, Sa. Aunty Arkadewi's children are all required to go to school outside the city of Jakarta. The reason is so that it can be independent.”
“Kak Humeera same Chick so-genesis. Sorry, I mean Caeera. They both went to school out of town from High School.”
“But different itself nih same bontot. He from Junior High moved to Jogja. It's a hell of a day. That's why I'm with Caeera running out between her to the airport.”
My eyes managed to widen, shocked half to death hearing the explanation from Damar. How could such a child be left to go to school outside the city? That's very dangerous.
“Ah! Actually, I also protested to Aunt Arkadewi. But yes, no effect.”
“Gue was not willing My little angel had to fight there alone. I mean, yes there are Mbah who live together. But my habit of taking care of him since you unplug, so do not be willing if far.”
Thank goodness Aeera was there living with her grandmother. How many times have I been grateful to hear about Aeera? As for Damar's remark about him taking care of Aeera after I left, it made me feel even more guilty. Remembering Damar was always nosy with Aeera, and I was the one defending the girl.
“Thank God, means he's healthy, huh?”
“Healthy, fresh, fit him mah.”
“Make again, Sa. You must be pangling if you meet later. Hahaha.”
Unknowingly my smile was engraved so clearly when I heard Damar's words.
“Lo want the number? Let's hear more.”
Thinking for a moment. Does it not make a bad impression if I contact and apologize with him via electronic message? It seems unethical and disrespectful.
“Not necessary, Dam. Better to meet in person. To be more effective.”
“Anjir, language back to factory settings.” The guy muttered, but I can still clearly hear it.
“Originally you know, Sa. The baby will be going to Jakarta in three years, just like the holidays to graduates. I can't guarantee he's single.”
This time, I can't be grateful. So, I have to wait another three years? How can I be patient to endure longing?
Aeera, it's so hard to see you again.
I hope you can wait for me to come back.
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“Sukurin, overthinking, kan lo, Sa.”
Author bawel once. I want this story to be happy ending.
