He's among them.
The raga!
Raga was really upset half-dead, from earlier she just kept going back and forth, she was jealous of course, there would be nothing sincere if someone she liked went with her own twin sister.
Maybe if so the title of the soap opera will be, ‘turned out that my cornering is my own twin brother.’
The clock showed at two in the morning, but Daga did not go home. “Job lo Daga.” Raga hit the wall repeatedly venting her sense of regret.
“Raga stop what the hell you are, disturb people sleep only.” Muktar yelled at his son who continued to fuss from earlier, to be honest Muktar was upset with Raga's childish nature.
“Daga uda outrageous, Dad .... ”
“What a shame, you outrageous torment yourself.”
Once again Raga punched the wall before him, “stop self-torture, Nak.” That soft voice, the sound of her mother however the situation was never the woman snapped.
“Daddy says stop Raga.” Muktar slapped his son, it made the mother surprised. Raga was silent, her gaze down. Let's just say he's the grandson of Syellifau Lydia.
They were both silent, busy with their own thoughts. “Now you are sleeping!” muktar's orders firmly, Raga stepped lethargic towards her room, “but I will still make the same calculation Daga.” Raga immediately ran towards her room, enduring all the pain in her hands due to her own stupidity.
“Awas aja tomorrow at school Pou, lo I work.”
Raga stared at her reflection in the mirror, there was no disability from her physical brain she was also not too stupid. He is just lazy to take acceleration class, if he comes then he will be the same age as Daga.
“Gue handsome ,” Raga murmured to herself as she continued to watch herself behind the mirror.
“Earlier me than Daga.” For the person who first met them, he would definitely not be able to tell which Daga and Raga were.
“Daga damn ..” Raga again shouted loudly, he was eager to punch the face of his twin, making the ugly face even uglier.
“Raga sleep!”
Raga snorted, when she heard her father back snapping from below.
“Iya yes ...,” Raga went straight into the blanket, thinking about the possibility that would happen between Daga and Papou, it made him even more sleepless.
~SF.L~
“Nyampe what time is lo?”
Daga was eating her breakfast, dad had departed from this morning so now Raga was free to interrogate her twin. Without fear of his father.
“A few minutes ago.”
Raga only ber oh ria, while taking one plate of fried rice profit, he tried not to care. “Why?”
“Cumption doang.”
Raga cursed at herself who was in a prestige mode. Mother snorted bitterly, her son was really stubborn and prestige was clearly at dawn he was carelessly like a madman.
“Owh .. only penasarn.” Daga like he was provoking anger Raga, he ate his fried rice with slow motion.
“Bunda ..” Raga yells to her mother, she is tired of seeing Daga's behavior.
“What?”
“I'm ready to go to school,” Raga kissed the woman's hand gently.
“Gak breakfast duruh.”
“Udah full see the face of the mother's son who NICHE was.” Raga stared cynically at Daga, while Daga was just silent he continued to enjoy the delicious fried rice made by mother.
“Mau Bunda wrap his fried rice?”
Breakfast with fried rice made by the mother is a difficult thing to miss, but in order to keep her pride in front of Daga, Raga decided to skip breakfast. It turns out true said people, if it is sustenance will not go where.
“Bby mother, 2 packs well Bun. One make lunch.” Raga raised her hand, clasping her two fingers in front of her face.
“If make lunch already will not be good.” Actually it wasn't for lunch, but for Papou.
“Say for Papou, want mode right lo?” Raga pointed her middle finger at Daga, who was immediately pushed aside by the mother. “Since when you can like that, Mother never taught you such insolent things.”
Why from yesterday the universe has never been on his side. “He's bumming."
Mother offered two boxes of yellow and blue.
“One for you, the other for your future daughter-in-law. Tupperware mother do not say, down home, if you say your pocket money mama cut.”
Mothers are more fond of Tupperware which in fact is plastic than their own children. “Iya bun.”
“Not bad boy but down Tupperware.”
“Diam lo, Bacot!”
Seeing such an annoyed Raga is entertainment for Daga, sometimes when bored on campus Daga deliberately calls Raga just to look for a fuss, hearing all Raga's rant is entertainment for her, especially disturbing Raga who is in bucin mode. Very amusing. Daga had to thank God a lot, because he had given brother as thick as Raga.
~SF.L~
“Ngapain anyway lo? This proprosalnya already have to be ready today also.” Papou who diomeli Raga all-out can only be silent, free also fight.
“Gue do not want to know, anyway until the break has to be finished. You have to get all signatures.”
Papou could not stand still anymore, his ears were hot to hear all of Raga's words. “If you want to quickly finish, do it yourself. You think my job is just to make this proposal.”
They were glaring at each other no one wanted to budge, Danis who had just entered the art room snorted loudly, this was not the first time Raga had a fight with Papou.
“Gue minjem guitar well,” Denis does not want to linger here, he does not want to engage in their singing.
“Denis ..” Call Raga, the new Denis holding the guitar immediately put it back.
“Please tell my secretary this, if you say please use manners.”
“Gue can hear times,” feels Papou wants to slit the throat of the person who is plotting with him.
“Denis, say it to him, I'm males talking to him.”
Papou immediately stepped on the table in front of him, “lo thought it was the table of father lo.” Papou's table footsteps were immediately greeted with shouts from Raga.
In order to maintain his heart and ear health Papou immediately ran out, he did not take a guitar.
“Denis where are you going?”
Several times Denis swallowed his saliva, whether it would be an impingement of Raga's martyrdom. To be honest, Denis was afraid that Raga would already be in this kind of beaver mode. “A ... what, Ga?”
“Don't go, you are a witness that this girl has ruined school inventory.”
“Sorry Ga, I have class.” Denis refused to try as smooth as possible, his legs were already trembling standing in place, he was not good at fighting physically weak he would not be able to fight jotos with the head of this osisnya.
“yah already there,” Raga wagged her hands towards the door.
“Do not want to know anyway must be ready today,” Raga repeated his words earlier.
Papou folded his hands in front of his chest, pulling his head slightly upwards smiling haughtily. “Mot.”
“Gue says you have to, understand no.” Raga hits the table that Papou had hit.
“Don't carelessly hit the table can not anyway? …
Is it you who nail this table, it is you who saw this table. Not right?”
Raga immediately smiled mockingly, “lah emag earlier said.”
Like licking his own saliva, Papou lackey he can't talk any more. ‘Women are always right,’ those words do not apply to a Raga Sukma Mukta, for her the woman is not always right, but always justifies what she does.
Raga directly pull Papou's wrist, “follow me.”
“Gue aduin same Bu Diana,” Bu Diana is a very killer art club builder, ‘ongok-ongk sepeng’ are the mainstay words, the, Papou does not understand what it means to be clear when angry, said the rascal as you will fade from his sharp wrinkled mouth. The teacher was nicknamed the doom of death by the children of Candikia High School.
“Iya .. yes, I finished the proposal now.”
Raga immediately smiled and released Papou's wrists that had been flushed, “gitu dong more dear to me, if you nurut.” Raga patted Papou's head.
Papou immediately left, leaving Raga whose smile was unclear. The weird thing he hates being a secretary is not a matter of making his proposal, a proposal problem he can ask for Karin's help, but asking for a signature here and there that requires extra patience.
“That's only a small part of the punishment for lo Pou, because I've been jittery all night.”
~SF.L~
After he finished picking up all the signatures, Papou immediately stepped into Raga's class, 11 IPA 3. Without reciting greetings and excuses, Papou went straight into the classroom, not caring about his karmic conduct and manners.
The tall man was sitting on the table against the door.
“Prand ..”
Papou immediately threw the proposal to Raga's head.
“That's the proposal you requested,” before Raga had time to say, Papou immediately stepped away.
“Crazy galek so girl earlier, but beautiful anyway.”
“Very much.”
Why does everyone in his class even praise Papou, Raga does not like.
“She's my girl, don't you dare make her decetic.”
Nades just shook his head at the behavior of his best friend, funny also Raga in bucin mode. If you look at Papou is sweet, the brown netra is so memikiat coupled with dimples on both cheeks, dimples that are rarely seen. Because Papou rarely smiles or laughs.
~SF.L~
The clock was seven o'clock at night, tired of course. All members of the art club are preparing for the exhibition, preparing as many paintings as possible. Now is the H-7 day.
Papou was still sitting in front of the blank canvas, if not finishing his painting. Raga won't allow Papou to come home. He can't paint under these circumstances, he needs peace.Papou needs a cup of coffee and a guitar quote, but where he'll get.
“Gue want out anyone want to nitip something not?” The question was like a breath of fresh air for Papou, but his tongue was too heavy to say, ‘I ordered kak.’ coffee
“Gue order batagor.”
“Gue aja drink, whatever is important cold.”
“Please note so as not to forget,” someone proposes while thrusting pen and paper,
“Uda deh, You do not have to live in ancient times, note on hp aja.” The girl threw the paper and pen that the guy rejected.
“lo want what?” Papou ignored the question, Papou just kept quiet. Papou did not think the question was for him.
“Gue just want to order what Syellifau Lydia.” Raga shouted in front of Papou's ears.
“I ..?” Papou wasn't really sure Raga asked Papou,.
“Iya lo, whose name is Syellifau Lydia is just lo doang.” Raga rolled her eyes puffed.
“Black coffee deh.” Appalled, why as bright as this child is strange. It might be strange for Raga who dislikes that bitter drink.
“Gio .. I order the same black coffee avocado juice.” His name is Gio.
After getting his coffee now Papou can be quieter to paint, an abstract painting.
“Lo's painting is very ugly, like a child's painting Sd.” Papou had thickened his ears for all of Raga's spicy words. I don't know how many kilos the tall man had curly hair spent in a day, so his words were very spicy, if not mentally strong could make someone cry.
Raga knows a little bit about the painting, what he said was not true, why it is so hard to say what is in his heart, Papou's painting is very good, Papou's painting is very good, if you notice there is a shadow of a little girl behind the dark color that collides.
Raga does not paint at all, he only pay attention to his friends, Raga is not too good at painting he is more talented in the field of sound art, such as playing musical instruments and singing.
From earlier Raga's hands were itching to use the guitar, immediately took the dark brown guitar. His hands started playing, strumming the guitar.
Papou was immediately stunned, his hands stopped moving his mind immediately thrown into the past, it was the same song his father often brought, when they were with Luther Vandross ~Dance with my father. This must have been the effect of meeting his mother and papa when his melancholic soul instantly appeared.
“You don't need to understand my voice and guitar skills,”
Papou immediately rolled his eyes off guard, he was fed up with all of Raga's traits, there was not a single positive value on his feet.
“Ga .. please change the song,” this time Papou spoke in a soft tone with Raga.
“Mot.” Raga sang the song again with a shout, although shouting his voice still sounds melodious.
“owh yes, jidat lo why bruises so.” Papou slightly touched the bruise on his forehead which hurt a little.
“Kata Daga yesterday I entered, treus bentur-benturin forehead shirt eat.”
For some reason hearing the name Daga made her ears cold hot, was jealousy this tormenting.
“Ngapain aja lo yesterday with Daga,” a great way to make Raga stop singing is to argue with this tall man, Papou does not want him to cry here because of the song.
“Kepo really, it's up to us dong to ngapin.”
Danis took a deep breath, she immediately took her bag, “gue unplug it first well, my painting has finished this.”
“Who can you go home, we go home together.” Denis immediately put his bag back, lay his body on the sofa he wanted to sleep.
“Where was yesterday the same twin of my jerk?”
“Owh yes ... I have a cool story, yesterday I went to the grave and immediately remembered you.”
Hearing that Papou yesterday reminded him to give warmth to Raga's heart, happy of course.
“Why do you remember me, kangen?”
“Not.” Papou shakes fast.
“Trus?”
“I squirm the dog again genggenggong not clear, same as you.”
The entire room immediately laughed out loud, while Raga's face instantly turned a crimson red. He did not accept being equated with the four-footed animal.
“But thank you for remembering me, a very good wife anyway, filial husband.”
Papou directly threw his pencil box to Raga's head. “wife your hand.”
“Mama do not be ferocious can not,” actually Raga also feel disgusted by the call. Papou instantly pinched out of Raga's arms, Papou was completely embarrassed by this person.
Now that Raga and Papou are silent again, Raga is no longer playing his guitar and Papou is also ready with his painting, the clock has shown at nine o'clock at night. Earlier this morning before leaving school Papou had told oma that he would be home late.
“krik ... krik ..” Hungry of course, Papou's stomach worms have asked for rations.
“Lo hungry?” that silly question came out of Raga's mouth. Papou was just silent, he was busy with his own thoughts.
Raga pulled out a box of fried rice this morning, “gue had nih fried rice made by mother, but did not know it was still good or not. If you like to eat, if you don't like it don't have to be eaten.” Raga handed me a box of fried rice earlier. The other box he had then this morning.
With hesitation Papou received that fried rice, “makasih.”
“Where is still good?” asked Raga when he put the fried rice into his mouth, well. “Still.” Papou continued to eat the fried rice.
“Papa bribed dong mama.” Just a few minutes ago Raga was kind according to Papou, but now he is back in shitty mode.
“Not yet I married you already KDRT.” Papou's getting pinching Raga.
