Fly With Me (REVISED)
EPISODE 1: OUR FIRST MEET
FLY WITH ME
CHAPTER 1
U R F I R S T M E T
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If I can ask, I just want you. Not more.
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It is still the third day of school in the second year. But, Daren had already made a record late, again. This is the third time in a week. Really bad boy!
Daren's steps slowed down when in front of him was seen a small writing that read 11 IPA 1. That's his new classroom. From the outside, the class sounded calm. And without a second thought, Daren entered the classroom without reading the situation.
“Tell again, Daren.” A woman standing in the middle of her class who is not alone. Daren sees another woman in the same uniform as him, but not Bu Yola. “It's been the third week, ya”
The one who was reprimanded was just astonished, even though he was observed by all the class residents plus Bu Yola and the child whose face was foreign. “Ban leaked, Bu” the reason Daren made.
Boldly, Daren looked at the woman whose hair was one curled. The woman threw a gaze that Daren couldn't understand.
The woman was about one hundred and sixty-three centimeters tall. His skin is white with a very unique face. A pretty girl is quite different. His face is not market.
His thin lips threw his smile at Daren who was still praising the woman standing next to him. Daren did not wince as the woman smiled. She's too pretty.
“Yesterday you said that also to the picket teacher, Daren.” Ms. Yola reminded. Daren regained his senses when Bu Yola spoke again.
If this is the case, Ms. Yola usually rarely gives mercy. It would be terrible if Bu Yola called her Mama if all this continued. “Sorry, Bu”
“Tomorrow do not repeat again, yes?” Daren just nodded speeding up the matter so as not to be taken to the desk of the BK teacher. “Ya already, you quickly sit in your place,”
For fear of making Bu Yola even more angry, which was not the least Daren was afraid of. He finally walked closer to his seat which was in the first row.
“Raya, please introduce yourself,” continued Bu Yola.
“Include, my name is Araya Caitlin. Commonly called Raya. I moved from Insan Garuda High School,” some people were interested to notice when Raya introduced herself. The average male, the rest is only rough. “Hopefully we can all be friends,”
“Mother, you guys have had enough to get to know. So Raya, you can sit in Daren's place, yes.” Said Bu Yola who pointed at the Daren table which is available one seat.
“Good, Bu” without waiting anymore, Raya walked towards a table not far because it was in the front row. “Can sit here?” actually it's just a pleasantries.
Without waiting for Daren's approval, Raya had already sat there while taking out an empty book for the lessons she would learn this time.
“Oh Yes, Daren.” The summoned one immediately raised his face looking at Bu Yola. “You should learn a lot in the same Kingdom, ya”
Reminded like that, Daren certainly did not stay silent. He answered it obediently. “Good, bu”
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The sky was getting cloudy, signs of rain were falling. Plus her watch already showed at five in the afternoon, it was time to go home for her. However, his hope of going home should he bear it.
Currently, no one is a motorcycle taxi driver in front of his school, maybe because it will soon rain. Raya doesn't know anything about it. In his mind, he only thought about how to quickly get home.
“Not yet, Sir. There's no motorcycle." Said Raya who was still sitting on a chair in the guard post.
“If it's late afternoon, mamang ojeknya already behind neng. What's the matter with coming home so late afternoon?” while enjoying the black coffee that smells smelled, Mr. security guard was found Raya who was still waiting for ojek, he hoped.
“I'm out of groups, sir. I think the taxi driver will be there until night.” The Kingdom raised its head, the sky was getting darker because it was going to rain.
“Neng, I went to school first huh. Be careful when you get home.” The father who had not known Raya left him, he entered a school that was getting darker. Looks like the father will check the state of the school, I don't know Raya.
From far away the Kingdom heard the sound of someone's motor, not knowing who. For a moment Raya thought, it was only Raya and her friends who were last at school. Whose motorcycle is it?
The sound of the motor was getting louder into his ears, yelling like hope. Whoever the owner is, Raya doesn't care. A figure appeared that made Kingdom curious in a few moments. The man, whom Raya did not recognize, was carrying his big noisy motorbike.
Drizzling down, Raya can smell the soil exposed to rainwater. It was calming, for a moment he forgot about the problem. The feeling of Raya is not good, sometimes he glances at the clouds that do not change color.
Raya can't go home.
On the motorbike there was still the man who was going to pass the guard post, Raya immediately got up and ran into the increasingly heavy rain. His hand he stretched out, the man who Raya did not know was his hope. So afraid, Raya closed her eyes and lowered her head, the point is today Raya must go home!
Nyiiiittt
The brake decitan also stopped the motor driven by the stranger. After venturing to open his eyes, Raya finally knew who the owner of the motorbike was. The full face helmet that was originally used, has now been released and made the man's head wet in the rain.
“Daren?” the man turned out to be his friend.
“Stupid, you're dead?” daren sarcasm.
“Kok you are not back?” tanya Raya who now stepped closer to being right next to the guy.
“Lo by yourself?” ask Daren back, without answering.
“Gue want to go back, but no ojek.” Speak honestly.
“Terus lo hadang kayak cave that make numpang?” ask cynical Daren to the point.
Kingdom nods vigorously, “can you?”
“Gak.” Daren put his helmet back on.
Raya walked up to the man then held both shoulders Daren, “hold ya.”
Bodies Raya riding Daren motor slowly, “lo why?”
“Udah afternoon, we go home yuk.”
“Down.” Tell Daren who is not Raya to listen.
“Can't let a girl go home alone, Daren. Come anterin me to the base ojek.” Big pat on Daren's shoulder.
“Basic crazy chick.” Daren turns on his motorbike and starts running it out of his school, Citra Harapan High School.
Yang Raya knows, about two hundred meters from the school there is still a motorcycle taxi driver who still died at school. So, he plans to get down there.
“Daren, another two hundred meters there is a motorcycle taxi driver. Please stop there, ya” pinta Raya.
“Iya,” said. The man was still driving until suddenly Raya spoke up to slow down.
“Pelan-pelan, it is in front,” Kingdom commemorates. “Yes, no motorcycle taxi driver left.” Raya Saying.
Daren rolled his eyeballs, this time he who inevitably had to drive this woman. “Where's your house? Intermediate caves,”
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