Lacara

Part 1

Raca was only focused on her phone. Raca's habit if there are empty hours is to play games. Because of Raca's habit, the girl next to him felt bored. Cara could only be silent while propping up her chin. The whispering voice of his classmates he regards as a chant for him. This is what Cara hated so much. The thing where he just shut up.

"Yes, Raca!"

"What the hell, Ra?" raca asked without taking her eyes off her phone.

"Don't play games just, I'm bosen, than just diem alone."

"Yaudah, you tell me what cake, I'm horrified."

Because furious, How to snatch the phone from the hands of Raca. That made Raca's emotions appear. "How to, why not?"

"No! I'm bosen didiemin gini."

"Gue is also bosen if it's horror lo story. There is no point of comma. To the point that I can't answer the question you asked. Because you answered yourself."

"So, all this time you..."

How to get up from his seat. Before walking away, he threw Raca's phone. Fortunately, the owner caught it. "Buset, if my phone falls, you have to take responsibility."

"Stupid," Cara said, then walked away from Raca. Her heart was so sad to hear Raca's words just now. They were only 6 months friends. Cara already considers Raca as a good friend, always there for her. But as it turns out, Raca is not a good listener.

 

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"Udah don't sulk, Ra," said Raca suddenly who immediately embraced Cara's neck.

"Who's craving?"

"Gue knows you are angry with me, I know all your expressions if you are craving, sad, happy, calm," said Raca then thrust a glass of warm orange to Cara.

"Don't want to."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"But this is a drink to..."

Raca's words came to a halt as Cara snatched the glass of warm orange from her hand. Raca could only laugh inwardly looking at the strange manner.

Cara is angry with Raca. But because of that warm orange, the anger was slightly gone. Had Raca not known if warm oranges were his favorite drink, then he would not have been embarrassed like this. From the end of his eyes, Cara could see Raca's expression as if she was laughing at him.

"Not to laugh. I don't drink warm oranges, you know" Cara said, returning the plastic cup to Raca.

"No drinking, but how are you done?"

"Look the glass times."

Raca laughed and ruffled Cara's hair. "I'm sorry, tomorrow-tomorrow will not dehediemin lo and I will be a loyal listener lo. Twenty-four hours lo story without comma equal point I will ngedengerin."

"Yes, Ka," said Cara, "sorry I often crave."

 

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The lips are 3 cm. Sometimes he stomped his feet on the ground so annoyed and sad. Upset because Raca who can not accompany him home and sad because the sunshine is covered by clouds. How to love the sun. In his opinion, it was so beautiful and if he was selfie, then the result would be beautiful. While it was raining, he did not like the dark and the sound of lightning.

Water droplets begin to continue down the minimal nose, then down to the lips and fall to the ground. The way back to stomp his feet, the rain will fall. While he was still at school. How could Cara have to go to the futsal court and tell Raca to accompany her until the rain subsides. He was sure if Raca would refuse him, men would still play ball even though the rain flushed their bodies.

"Thank you Mas, the money to buy lunch so you can make your child's tuition."

"Yes, sir's the same."

"Who does it anyway, Mom? My girlfriend, huh? How not to eat?"

"Not a girlfriend, sir. Well, you know, there are many students here who often give me letters, chocolates, drinks, the same food."

"Oh, Mas fans. Why don't we eat, Mubazir lo Mas."

"You've been eaten by Mr. Dono, so you don't waste it."

How to feel the conversation came from inside the security guard post. Because he had great curiosity, he peeped from the window. There was Mr. Dono and in front of him was a guy. His face was handsome with thick eyebrows that Cara had seemed to see.

"Ra, let's go home!"

The voice surprised Cara. When he found out that the one who invited him home was Raca, Cara's cheerful face reappeared. He took the helmet out of Raca's hand. "See what the hell?"

"Look at nothing" Cara replied while pointing a strap at the helmet. Know what I mean show Cara, Raca also put the rope.

"Gue thought you were home,"

"Where to go, Ka. I'm afraid there's lightning."

"Why didn't you come to the field?"

"The rain has gone down," answered Cara then patted Raca's back indicating to run the bike.

How to bite his lower lip. The rain came back and it looked dark. Want to tell Raca to speed up the speed of his bike, but he is still fond of his life. "Gue can't speed, the road is slippery, Ra!"

"Father, the important thing is congratulations!"

Before long, they had arrived in front of Cara's house. "Thank you, Ka. If there were no lo, I would still be at the security guard post" Cara said while giving the helmet to Raca. The guy just smiled and pointed his chin which meant that Cara quickly entered the house.

"Gue came in, ati-ati," Cara said then ran towards her porch. Instead of entering, Cara instead sat on the terrace while looking at a house in front of her house.

6 Years he had not met the owner's son again. Somehow seeing the house, remind Cara of her memories first.

"*Don't cry, I won't be gone long. I'll come back later, take care of you" said the 11-year-old boy.

Instead of stopping crying, the 9-year-old girl cried out loud. "Amel can't cry. Later Kak Ijul will be scolded by Papa."

"Silver lick. Later if Amel bullied with friends Brother how?" ask the 9-year-old girl while crying. Seeing his little friend crying, the 11-year-old boy wiped away the tears that kept coming down from those little eyes.

"And there's Randy's sister who will take care of Amel. Ijul promised to come back to take care of Amel."

"Promise?" asked the 9-year-old girl while raising her little finger. Immediately, the 11-year-old boy wrapped his little finger around the little finger. The two fingers have united which signifies the agreement must be kept*.

Remembering it makes Cara cry. She misses her little friend so much. How to see what his little friend's face looks like. But what makes Cara afraid is, afraid that her little friend has forgotten her. "How can you sit there? Your uniform is wet. Take a shower there!"

How to look around and find his Father on the doorstep. "Mr not going to the shop? I'm alone dong."

"This will follow," said Heri while walking with an umbrella, "you take a shower, keep Hafidz eating. You go first."

"Yes, sir," said Cara while Heri had carried an umbrella running against the rain.

Where's your promise to take care of me again?, Inner Cara.

 

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