Love Raka Vol. 2

Part 17's. Pov Raka's

Pov Raka's

"Oh that..., hehehe. kirain you have the heart to tell me to change here," I replied with a smile, as Kayla told me to change after being splashed by rain water.

"Udah ah, the cave also wants to change clothes first," he responded, without waiting for my answer Kayla also went back into the house, I was left only able to scan the surrounding area, but it was not long. I immediately picked up the t-shirt and towel given by Kayla and entered the guest room.

Immediately I unbuttoned the shirt and then released it, before long the shirt inside I opened because it was quite wet. After the shirt was released I wiped my body with a towel that smelled very fragrant typical of women.

After my body felt dry, I started wearing the t-shirt loaned by Kayla. it turned out that the t-shirt was very fitting and not a woman's shirt, but a man's shirt might be her boyfriend's T-shirt that was left behind.

After changing my clothes, I came out of the room and sat down on the sofa in the living room. my eyes scanned the area until my vision stopped in one of the photos of the baby that looks very unyuk, the baby's cheeks look bloated signifying fertility.

Curious I got up from my seat, and looked at the photo that had begun to blur, maybe long enough to be the waiting room, but it was clear enough to note. I was not satisfied with taking that photo.

"Beauty the old Kayla, what can you look forward to now Kayla?" said the voice of a woman who made me turn to the direction of the voice, it turns out Kayla has changed her clothes with Balinese clothes combined with sepaha shorts. Making my blood sigh a little gave warmth from the cold from the rain.

"It's you?" Because the photos when she was a baby were so different from the ones now, even my eyes split the gaze between the photo and Keyla who now, wanted to find common ground from both.

"Yes that....! it's a cave." he replied, with a smile full of pride.

I who was holding the photo immediately put Back to where it was, then approached Kayla who was still standing on the threshold of the divider between the living room and the family room.

"Drink first, let's go....!" He handed over the glass he had brought.

"Thank you?" I said while taking the glass and then clenching it using both hands, so that my palm felt warm.

I sat back where I left off, my face staring at Kayla who looked very mature.

"look forward to it now....!" answer Kayla's question earlier.

"Ah, time yes?" The answer that ended with a smile full of pride, so I returned his smile.It is true that compared to the old woman will look very beautiful, Because every year their appearance will change.

"Drink tea.....!" bargain Kayla while mangosteen then he drank tea that was in the glass that he was holding.

"Thank you....!" I answered while following what he did, so that my stomach felt warm because there was hot water entering the throat.

The living room of Kayla's house was quiet again, only the sound of rain whistling down in front of the house. luckily the rain was not accompanied by lightning so that it made the atmosphere of Jakarta which usually feels hot to be very cool, let alone be able to chat with an angel with all its perfection.

I continued to enjoy the warm tea that was in my hands while occasionally stealing glances towards Kayla who was doing the same. Not infrequently our gazes also collide which ends with a sweet smile on both corners of each lip.

"What was that photo, that picture of you as a kid?" I asked again to break the silence of the atmosphere.

"Believe, don't believe it.....!"

"How do you mean?" kayla asked while knitting an eyebrow.

"Believe Because you said, do not believe your old days like fat really...! But now that you're turning into a beautiful and fashionable woman, I'm sure that if you meet the producers of the film you'll be cast as the lead."

"It is not possible to use a cave with such compliments."

"Who wants to work, I'm just telling the truth, just for a second....!" praise me while getting up then take the photo I saved and then sit back in my chair.

I raised the photo and then juxtaposed with Kayla's face, it looks very different because Kayla's childhood photo looks very fat, different from the now slim with dimples on her cheeks. my gaze was divided between looking at the photo in hand and looking at the face of Kayla who was sitting on the sofa.

"It's different, huh?" Kayla asked while looking curiously at me.

"Yes.., but you used to be cute huh, cheeks up to this cabi."

"Well, the cave is that bad....!"

"Hehehe, not really....! we are taught to bury the past into learning, and now is a reality that we must face with pride. Oh yes I like to be surprised by girls who can change this much, even I used to have friends when she was Junior High to be Bulian material but now she has turned into a very beautiful woman. even the people who bully her are now captivated by the girl's elegance.Why the hell can a girl change so drastically like you?" My words end with questions.

"It's all about struggle and sacrifice" answered Kayla When I asked her why she could turn out to be beautiful, which was initially very cute and chic, but suddenly turned out to be fashionable and elegant.

"How do you mean?" I asked who frowned not understanding what was conveyed by the woman in front of me.

"Yes, beauty takes struggle and sacrifice."

"It means the same with Love, because love requires sacrifice and struggle as well."

"Oh yeah, time anyway...?" kayla said it as if she could not believe it.

"Yes, for example, the cave. anytime, anywhere, under any circumstances, the cave has to inform the cave girl, otherwise she would have ranted up to seven derivatives."

"Emang why?" kayla asked while looking in wonder at me.

"Yes, I'm sorry, we have a life and freedom. Yes whatever we do must report to our girlfriend, it feels very unfair. just like our boyfriends have usurped our rights as free living beings."

"It's a natural time, because the cave also sacrificed anyway." Kayla's rebut made me stare fixedly at her, because I didn't know what sacrifices women made to couples, which I felt was just troublesome, annoying and very boring.

"A victim in the field?" I asked while staring at the upperclassman I just knew.