L A T E

8

Fara sat on a long bench at the edge of the corridor. His legs straightened, his gaze fixed on the black shoes he was wearing. He is currently waiting for Nova to finish the class picket.

Fara yawns, but 50 percent of her time at school is used for sleep. It seemed like the more Fara slept, the more sleepy she became. The closed eyes of his, the breeze gently hit him. It felt cool as the wind gently stroked some parts of his body that were not covered by the school uniform. The quiet atmosphere of the corridor made Fara even more soluble by his drowsiness.

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Nova put a broom behind the door, a sign that he was done with the picket. Nova said goodbye to her friends who were still in class, her feet stepping out towards where Fara was waiting for her.

Nova turned her head to the side, her nether found Fara closing her eyes. Nova was surprised, even though Fara had enough sleep during the empty hour. Maybe enough according to Fara and Nova is different. Fara's behavior has become an unexpected surprise for Nova. Although in fact Fara only felt he had to make the best use of his current situation, Nova understood that a little, after this one year they were always together.

"Fara, wake!" Nova shook Fara's rough shoulder.

Fara slowly opened her eyelids, then yawned. His fingers scratched his head with irregular movements.

Fara looked at Nova who was standing in front of her. Immediately he stood up, felt his body stiff because of an uncomfortable sleeping position—Fara stretched his body. He pushed the body up, while his two hands were lying sideways. Fara yawned again, this time she covered her wide open mouth.

Without being in command, the two High School students began to step their feet away from the classroom. The difference in height was evident when the two walked side by side.

"Well, how long is it?" Nova looked at the towering Fara beside him.

Fara nodded in response to Nova's question. "Why ask for a wait?"

Nova smiling funny. "There's no particular reason anyway" he replied without a burden.

Fara was silent. Fara regretted her decision to wait.

The two continued walking, while being accompanied by the endless ravings of Nova.

***

Nino finds a girl she knows, without further ado Nino immediately approaches her.

"Fara!" light sapa. "We meet again." He gave a sweet smile to the woman he was addressing.

Fara looked at Nino then nodded slowly to respond to Nino's greeting to her.

Nova watched the two in turn. The sweet smiling Nino and the flat Fara as usual.

"Hi, Nino." Feeling unconcerned—Nova took the initiative to say hello first.

"Eh, hi too," replied Nino flutter, the originally sweet-looking smile turning stiff and awkward.

For a moment the atmosphere between the three was suddenly silent. Until finally the silence was broken by Nova who said goodbye because his invitation had arrived.

Fara waved her right hand slowly to Nova who ran small towards the black BMW car.

Fara stopped the wave of her hand as the car sped up and disappeared from her sight.

Fara's attention was on the man in front of her. "Not come home?" ask Fara.

"The intention is that, anyway" Nino replied while putting on a sour expression.

"Ekskul?" Fara stepped into the parking lot of a motorcycle.

"No, there's an OSIS meeting." Nino follows Fara, aligning her steps to walk next to Fara.

Fara nodded. "Why come?" tanyanya.

"It hasn't started yet." Nino gave an unrelated answer to the question Fara was asking.

The pair of humans are still walking. The sound of shoes stomping slowly to the ground was clearly heard. Both of them were silent, no one let out a word.

"Fara, hungry," complained Nino suddenly.

Fara's hand that was about to grab the helmet stopped. The right skirt pocket belongs to her. When he got what he wanted, Fara slowly grasped Nino's right hand. Raised hands it up to the stomach with the position of the palm facing up. Fara put something she had taken from her skirt pocket in Nino's palm.

Nino stared at her palm filled with three of Fara's favorite peanut candies. Nino's attention that was originally fixed on her palm changed to Fara.

Fara put on her helmet, then took her bike out of the rest of the line.

Grasping the peanut candy then moved his body until it did not hinder Fara.

Fara riding his motorbike, before long the sound of the motorbike was heard.

"First, Nino." Fara turned to Nino who was beside her.

Nino nodded, then smiled. "Be careful."

Fara smiled faintly and soon passed by with the motor she was riding.

In an instant Nino had not found the figure of the woman. Nino lowered her head. Nino smiled broadly as she found three pea candies on top of her palm.

Where full this is.

***

The wind blows. Fara felt a bit of coolness in the hot afternoon. Fara stopped her motorbike when she saw the traffic light that was on red. His gaze was fixed on the back and forth of various transportation equipment in front of him. Fara's attention shifted to her right side. There was a teenage boy in clothes that were far from decent, his skin dark because of frequent exposure to the sun, his hair was disheveled, showing that the owner did not take good care of him, his hands were holding ukuleles, he said, plucked ukulele was haphazard while his mouth sang a song that Fara did not know, the tone of the song that sounded irregular and the voice of the teenage boy was not pleasant to hear the ears. It was seen that the driver of the bike gave abuse to teenage boys who "comforted him" without being asked. Immediately he—the busker bent small and put the change of his work into the pocket of his dirty pants, his, after that he passed from there and walked towards the other driver to do the same as before.

Miris.

From the proportions of his body Fara surmised— should be—the teenage boy was sitting on the Junior High bench. At his young age, circumstances forced him to do such a thing. If he is lucky maybe he can eat three times a day like most people, but every human has his own pairs, it could be that he does not eat all day, then when the night before he would sleep only with cardboard in front of the house is not inhabited, there is no space that limits the cold air to hit the body. Fara should be grateful for being able to eat three meals a day without working hard and being able to sleep on an indoor mattress.

Fara turned her eyes forward. The sound of the horn sounded impatient, it turned out that the traffic light was already green. Fara pulled her gas motor, then sped forward splitting the crowded highway.

***

Fara turned her bike to the cafe where her heart was. The location of the cafe that is in line with his home is a fortune for Fara.

Fara turned off the engine, then released the helmet from the head. His hand grabbed the right rearview mirror to be directed to highlight his face.

Fara saw a replica of herself in the rearview mirror. His face was coarse and greasy due to the activities of the day. Her hair was far from a neat impression, her hair ties were down which caused some strands of her hair to come loose.

Fara pulled the string of her hair, causing the waist-straight hair to break beautifully. Just for a moment, Fara collected her hair in her hand. The hair was tied so that it formed like a ponytail. Fara took a tissue in her uniform pocket. He directed the tissue to the face, then slowly Fara rubbed the tissue all over the surface of his face.

At least not as bad as before.

Inner Fara while looking at the figure of her who was in the rearview mirror of the motorbike.

Fara got off the bike, then stepped foot into the entrance of the cafe. His hand grabbed the handle of the door made of aluminum, then opened it slowly.

The cold air from the air conditioning felt cool Fara who was long on the streets. Fara took a deep breath to dive into the stench of coffee.

Fara walked towards the bar table where the man she wanted to meet was.

"Hallo, good afternoon. What message do you want?" the man asked Fara, a friendly smile typical of the waiter to give to the customer perched beautifully on her lips.

Fara was fascinated by that smile, she was silent for a while, without being told her heart was pumping quickly. Having managed to gain control of her, Fara gulped, then smiled faintly. "Please, ice latte one." Kalem ink.

The man lowered his head for a moment to take note of Fara's order.

"Drink here or to take home?" The man looked at Fara.

Fara felt her soft pudding-like legs as the gaze was glued to her. Fara neutralized her hunting breath, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "Brought home."

The man nodded slowly, then said the nominal Fara had to pay.

Fara's hand floated in the air. His brain imagined something else when it would take the change and receipt offered by the man. Slowly and carefully Fara took it. His gaze was fixed on the handsome face of the man before him. I don't know, Fara doesn't know how many times he has admired God's creation on this one.

"Excuse me?"

Fara realized what she had done when the heavy voice sounded. The embarrassed Fara immediately turned her face away and snatched the rough amount of money and paper the man had given her.

"Thank you" said Fara slowly and soon passed away from the place.

As soon as her order was over, Fara stepped out to leave the cafe. Grasping that aluminum rod. However, before she actually left, Fara slowly turned her head back to see the man. Fara was surprised, her chest tightened by a fast pumping heart. Breathing is hard. At the moment, Fara's situation is not good. It quickly opened the door, then passed out to leave a place potentially bad for his heart health.

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