Lacara
Section 6
"I want to work or eat a group," Cara told Raca, who was engrossed in eating cakes at her house while watching television.
If only Ms. Dania hadn't asked to pair up with my countrymen. Then Cara will choose Gia. In fact, group work with fellow women, especially friends, will be completed quickly and will not work alone.
"That's all, ntar at home I work. Then the cuddle is still 2 days away," Raca said as she put the cake in her mouth. How to stop doing, Raca said. He was also tired, unable to think.
"Ca, I want a story."
"Aja story, usually you will directly tell the story without me telling."
How to breathe. Gather the courage to tell Raca. "Ca, if I like the same people can't you?"
Instantly a tinge of laughter sounded. Raca could not help but laugh. That friend is plain. Looking at Raca who did not stop laughing, he hit the left arm of the guy. "What the hell? Not funny to know."
"Lo tuh funny," said Raca continued his laughter. After he thought it was enough, take a lot of breath. "Gini, if you like boys, you can. If you like girls, that's not okay."
"Lo I don't think I'm sane?"
"Emang lo is not sane," answered Raca spontaneously made Cara pursed her lips. "Who does he like?"
How not to know what to answer. Because he is not in love yet. "Not yet."
"Now dong? Who the hell? I yeah?"
"Such a big one."
Raca smiled faintly while confirming her hair. "Gue is handsome to know. The face of the bokap descended on me." The girl beside him laughed gigglingly. How to imagine the handsome face of Papa Raca that can be said to look like an Arab.
"Mr Cipto huh?" Suddenly Raca's face changed. His friend was not polite to mention his father's name.
"Ra, I'm the boss to call you Cara. What if I call you, Kari. How to be Kari," said Raca who immediately dapet a barrage of blows from Cara.
How can't stop beating Raca. He did not like the name given to his parents to be changed to the name of the food. "Basic Acar, I'll call you ACAR!!"
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After Raca's return, Cara was still faithfully sitting in the terrace. His hands supported his chin and his eyes glanced at the empty house in front of his house. While his mind was recalling his memories once with a man 2 years older than him. Remembering that, Cara so remember when he entered into an empty house. When he heard the sound of the shower like someone was bathing and the house also looked clean. Then, for some reason he remembered this morning when he saw Kak Zul in front of the empty house.
But, Cara is unlikely to accuse if Brother Zul secretly enters the empty house. Because, this morning he saw Brother Zul in front of the house, not out of the house.
"Once in the afternoon, girls can't daydream."
How to look up and see his mother carrying tools in the stall. With swift help Nani to bring the tools into the kitchen.
"Mom, what time do you come home?" ask Cara while sitting on the dining table chair. Nani who was busy washing the tools of his warehouse just kept quiet. She also did not know when her husband would be coming home.
"Mom, Cara still loves Mom, just like I love you the same way she used to." Hearing her daughter's words, Nani stops washing. His heart was touched by the words Cara. Especially considering yesterday how to kiss her cheek. I really want Nani to say what she is feeling right now. But he has no courage.
"But, I can't love you as much as you used to" said Nani Ketus while continuing her washing activities.
Smiling ways. He knows that Nani still loves him as much as she used to. Just now, How to see his mother who stopped washing because of his words. Maybe his mother wanted to say that if she loved him so much, it was just not the right time. "How not to ask Mom to love the same way as before. How to ask Mom to love the same way as before."
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This morning it was raining so hard, that Cara had to wait until the rain had subsided. The clock has shown at 06.15 and Cara does not want to be late. He didn't want to be punished for running around the pitch 10 times like yesterday. If Randy hadn't left him, he wouldn't have had to wait for rain like this.
How to want to ride a bike, but, it used his mother to go to the stall. Only a walk can take her to school. "Wear this and you hold the umbrella!" How to look and smile immediately. He wore a pink bat raincoat.
"Let's spout!" exclaim Nani. Open the umbrella and sit in the back seat. He held the umbrella over his head and his mother. Nani was pedaling the bike at a slow speed. Seeing her mother like that made Cara want to cry. His mother was willing to be exposed to rain water for the sake of him so as not to rain and not to be late.
"Mom, Mother's clothes are all wet," said Cara slowly followed by a drop of tears that fell. Nani kept pedaling a bicycle, ignoring the words of her daughter.
10 Minutes later, they arrived in front of SMA BANGSA 2. "You sneak in, you carry the umbrella."
"But, I'll have to..."
"Wear, Cara," said Nani make Cara according. How to say thank you yet, his mother had pedaled the bike leaving him. Seeing Nani soaking wet and pedaling a bicycle under the torrential rain, making Cara's tears fall so swift without being controlled.
How to love Mom just like Mothers love the same way, Inner Way.
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Raca attached her body to the wall of the woman's bathroom. His ears were placed against the wall to hear the sound of crying clearly. The longer the crying gets bigger. Hearing him made Raca want to calm the girl down. Even though he didn't know who the girl who was crying inside was.
"Raca?"
"How?"
The two pointed at each other as How to get out of the bathroom. Raca guessing, maybe just now Cara was the one crying. Judging from his eyes, it was still normal. It's just that his face looks limp. "Ra, what are you doing?"
"Gue, wash your face," Cara replied in a weak voice like someone had finished crying.
"But, I was just hearing the sound of a cry chick, you're crying?"
"Yes not, why am I crying," answered Cara with a smile ending. "Another crying girl."
One eyebrow Raised. Seeing from Cara's movements, like something was hidden from his compatriot. "If you have a story problem to me. I told you, I'd be horrified to curhatan lo 24 hours."
How to smile thinly. "Yes, if you have a new story problem." The top of Cara's head was wiped, then embrace the fellow walked towards the class.
Accidentally passing through the library. How to see Zul is walking in the opposite direction to him. Releasing Raca's hand from her shoulder, then greeting her upperclassman. "Sister, Zul. Where are you going?"
Zul smiled faintly, then handed Cara the bekel box. "Gue was in your class, but you weren't there."
How to smile and take that bekel box. "Should have been, you didn't have to look for me. I'll be able to go to Brother's class later."
"Gue to class first, thanks for the rice mix yesterday, good," Zul said then walked away after Cara nodded.
Raca looked at the upperclassman who was now stepping past her. His gaze felt sharp as the upperclassman looked at him as well. Not wanting to sin at the same sex, Raca embraces Cara towards the classroom.
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The rotten pickle: Ra, how did you do the same deck-decker as the upperclassman?
How to raise his eyebrows. Just now Raca drove her home and she was still in the living room to break down her body. How to guess if the rotten Pickle was hanging out in the stall.
Curry Spicy: Why? Is it up to me?
Raca smokes her cigarette and then types a reply to Cara.
The rotten pickle: Yeah I know it's up to you. But, judging from your gerik-gerik same handsome upperclassman still below me, I think you same him again pdkt.
Spicy Curry: Sok tofu. I also know Kak Zul when he nenangin I cry and I just know if Kak Zul who ever braided my hair. Oh yeah, inget this. Brother Zul is more handsome than you rotten pickle.
The Busuk Pickle: It's good to be rotten. Braiding hair?
Cara berated herself for recklessly saying the thing she had been hiding for 6 months.
Spicy Curry: No, when the braid day I less fast. Trus Kak Zul who helps braiding.
The Foul Pickle: Oh. If I tell you not to rush the same Zul lo would not?
The Spicy Curry: Who is it? It's not polite to know not to use your arms.
The Rotten Pickle: Yeh, yeh if you will not. I'm not his sister.
Spicy Curry Si: Whatever.
The Foul Pickle: The girl with all her whatever:(
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