
Rahardian POV
It was like falling down a ladder. The pus-filled gaze from Kayra at this moment really made my heart fret. Even his gaze contained many meanings that I was unable to understand. Actually, not only this time, I did not argue with the girl, but this time it was completely different.
Will I really lose her after this?
The anger, resentment, disappointment that might have mixed into one in Kayra's heart, I think it's appropriate for the girl to really stay away from the nails this time.
It shouldn't have happened in the past, it's just that I was selfish, kept forcing him to forgive my every mistake, even begging him to keep getting to know me.
This time I lost the courage to do it again.
I really couldn't say anything more as Kayra stared at me intensely. I know myself enough for all my mistakes.
Even though my heart was hot when Johan was still sweet in front of Kayra.
It's even hotter to remember every sentence we've ever told together. I'm so stupid, why don't I know that guy who often comes to Kayra's house. Because the name that Kayra had told with Melan was different from the name that became her greeting while on campus. Ahmad Johan Mananta, I was completely fooled by that name.
The car that I often met at Kayra's house why did I never see it when visiting Ahmad's house? And even though I never saw Ahmad's motorbike parked in Kayra's house.
Idiotically. Idiotically. Idiotically.
How could Ahmad and I share all the feelings about the same girl. In fact it's been two years over our friendship and all just revealed. Now I have to compete with him for real.
What about the friendship that has been successfully cultivated so far?
For sure I will no longer be able to listen to the outpouring of her feelings towards the girl I had been expecting.
This time I should be able to talk a lot with Kayra. Since that incident I have not once managed to meet Kayra. Never meet, answer the phone and message I don't want to.
I'm still waiting for Kayra to come out of the cafe because I don't want to interrupt her meeting if I come in. And apparently Ahmad wouldn't let me if I met Kayra. He was still waiting for me there.
Kayra got out, but did not get on the bike but entered the car with no one. I definitely lost my chance to see Kayra. That's how it is, even came Mr. Nicholas approached. Speaking pleasantries, and I could realize that he was actually just diverting time so I wouldn't go back to following Kayra.
Apparently the young lecturer also found out that I deliberately attended a meeting he planned with Kayra. Unfortunately, I don't know if anyone else is with them. I look more and more stupid here. And it's my stupidity that's gonna keep Kayra away.
As long as the young Lecturer said I could only hear his marks respond to anything. My mind was still in a state of shock and focused only on Kayra.
While Ahmad or Jo, Johan were who it was, I began to be reluctant to remember his name alone. He huddled and responded to every word Mr. Nicholas said.
Stuck here, in front of this table with a glass of coffee decoration when I did not want to touch it at all. I'm not used to drinking coffee, just plain water is healthier for me.
Johan POVs
I wanted to see Kayra this afternoon, a lot of messages I sent but no reply. My phone call also received no response.
"what's wrong with this girl" I thought
I feel like Kayra has been trying to get away from me lately, always trying to avoid me when I want to meet her. For all sorts of reasons she left me when I met her on campus.
I thought hard, what mistake have I made? it doesn't seem to exist.
Though I just want to talk about him who has become increasingly the talk on campus. His closeness with Mr. Nicholas really seized the attention of many students.
Unlike during High School, this time he seemed so calm. Once upon a time I mentioned that on the phone, the answer was simple "let's just brother, which is important Kayra is not like they are talking about".
As if I lost my chance, should I lose hope before I express it? Though I have been very hopeful with this my chance is wide open to be close to him. I have obtained permission from om Wijayakrama to get closer to Kayra. Because all this time the reason Kayra did not want to be in a relationship with anyone was her parents. And with the issue of his closeness to Mr. Nicholas, I hope to be a rescue that frees Kayra from the issue.
Not even when I got to Kayra's house, I saw her off on a motorcycle. And behind her was Dian, who was driving on her sister's motorcycle. Without thinking, I turned the bike around and followed them. Until the end I arrived at a cafe, where Kayra was headed.
There is definitely Dian in front, who deliberately follows but does not want to be known if he is following. Without further ado I immediately reprimanded Dian. But Dian's unfriendly reply, as if annoyed that I was there made me remember Kayra's bruised face the last time I met her.
None other than that wound was the work of Dian's ummi. So all this time Kayra's wounds were caused by Dian and his ummi. Several times I found Kayra crying, it was also because of the mother and the child. And Kayra seemed to be deliberately protecting them by never being willing to say anything when I asked.
"Like this special guy for Kayra" I thought to myself.
My heart immediately boiled, even I forgot that we had been friends for two years. My fist just landed on her face as soon as Dian opened the helmet.
Luckily there was no security guard there, there was only a parking attendant across the street but not a parking attendant at the cafe.
A mouth dispute was inevitable again, only Dian did not return my blow.
A fact was revealed and it was really surprising. Two years more we were friends, exchanging stories about the girl we love, sharing feelings that have not been conveyed, how could if it turned out that the girl we told each other was the same girl.
My emotions were getting worse, no matter how long Dian and I had accused each other, until the end I realized the presence of Kayra who stood staring not far from where we were.
"You don't get me wrong" that's the first sentence I said. Given that she was so covering up for Dian's fault, I was afraid that Kayra would stand up for Dian and blame me instead.
As it turned out, Kayra did not defend anyone "you two are the same, equally troublesome to me".
The look of anger, hatred, disappointment was clearly visible in Kayra's eyes.
Without saying any more, he entered the cafe. Actually I understand enough with Kayra, if her feelings are chaotic then she will not want to talk to anyone.
But Dian was still standing at the front, where I might let her meet Kayra alone.
After a while Kayra came out of the cafe. But not just the two of you with Mr. Nicholas. There was one more woman with them. Instead of going to the motorcycle parking lot, Kayra followed the woman and got in the car with her.
"you, the chairman and representative of BEM on campus right? " it was precisely Mr. Nicholas who came to approach. I just smiled a little, a little embarrassed. Kayra may have told me a little bit.
"i'm not your teacher, but you know who I am" Nicholas spoke again.
Not just approaching, it turns out Mr. Nicholas invited us to talk. He died at the cafe and went to the coffee shop.
I'll come along, this is a chance to get information, what exactly is Mr. Nicholas' business with Kayra.
Seen a hostile face on the face of Dian. I don't know what was going on in his mind, he just kept quiet to be a listener.
While I was talking to Mr. Nicholas, I asked as many questions as I wanted to know.
Not waiting long, Dian said to go home first. I don't care about his departure anymore. For sure he won't follow Kayra back.
Hearing a lot of explanations from Mr. Nicholas, I know why Kayra looks so calm over the issue that hit her.
I can moreover, part with Mr. Nicholas with a little careless step. Dismissed my hope of returning to be Kayra's helper. Even after this I had to face Kayra's anger.
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some say "patience has no limits" but a firmness must be done to end the problems that never run out.
Look forward to the continuation of the story of Kayra, do not forget the trail 😍