Love Raka Vol. 2

Part 3's. Not Want to Break Up

Pov Raka's

"I don't want us to break up, before there was you my life was dark without any light. But ever since you came my life is very colorful and I don't want it to be dark anymore" she said in a choked voice as she was accompanied by crying.

Seeing someone crying, I don't know why suddenly my eyes feel sad, as if talkative with the circumstances around. All I can do is throw the face, so that I don't fall back with the sad face of Devina.

"I'm really sorry Raka...., if I was wrong, but I promise, I won't make you bete again, promise....!" devina continued with a raucous voice.

My tongue feels muddy, wants to talk more it feels not bear to see a woman who pales like that, I can only go back stroking the chest that feels tight, because of the anger that has filled it.

"I'm sorry Devin, I can't."

"Please Raka, love me the chance to be better for you, I promise I will understand you better." Devina asked by closing her hands in front of her chest, his wet eyes made him look even more miserable.

"I'm sorry I have to go home, I'm first....!" I said that I don't know what to say, because I'm in two choices. If I am deceived again, then my life will continue to be miserable but I am not a person who does not have a heart that can ignore such a sad woman.

"I'm sorry Raka, you don't get angry anymore." Devina continued while holding back my hand.

Slowly I threw out his hand, then I stared fixedly once again at the face of the girlfriend who would soon become an ex.

"I have to go home, I go first" I said as I walked closer to the bike, then picked up a helmet and put it on. without waiting for an answer from Devina I turned on my motor and left Devina who was still calling my name.

I continued to ride my motorcycle towards the road home, with a heart that was not careless. On one side I did not want to connect with a creature called a girl, which is, but on the other hand when I saw Devina was very compassionate to ask for mercy my heart could not bear.

It feels like shouting to release all the shackles that tie the chest, to put the heart.if you know from the beginning that falling in love is not as beautiful as presented by poets, as sweet as the poet said, maybe I wouldn't want that at all, because it turns out to love or be loved by someone, when it's been in a relationship, that feeling there is no beauty at all. only one or two weeks we enjoy that happiness, then only quarrels and quarrels, restlessness and anxiety.

I'm not a slave to Love Who Can submit to women, because as human beings we must have self-esteem, lest we hide in the word love until we drop our pride as perfect beings.

Dissolved into delusions and thoughts to determine the next step about my relationship with Devina. It does not feel like my motorbike has finally arrived in the yard, I immediately parked my bike and then went inside by opening the lock first, because everyone in my house brought their own keys so that when we get to first, we can, you don't have to wait for someone else first.

After I got to the room, I dropped my body on the soft mattress, but it couldn't calm my hot heart. After a long time lying down I raised my body and sat down while hugging my arms. Bored with such a position, I stood up and then lit a mellow song, to calm the heart that was being broken.

My eyes were closed, my imagination flew into the good times with Devina, making both corners of my lips slightly raised, because the delusion is refracted by Devina's very annoying attitude which usually only angry blaming others without introspection himself.

"I think I really should stay away from Devina so that my life is calm again, not much pressure." I muttered while resurrecting the body and then fell silent and thought about the bad good of what I would run.

I kept thinking and dissolved in the delusions thinking about Devina, so that no time passed so quickly.about 05.00 pm my room door was knocked, knocking, then enter the head of the father.

"Yes sir, sorry Raka overslept," I replied lying because I actually knew my family's return from their respective workplaces, but I preferred to stay in the room because my mind was not right.

"Yes you have taken a shower, continue to pray...! it's not good that you postpone your duty as a Muslim" he exclaimed as he closed the door.

I lazily raised my body from the top of the mattress, then took a towel on the balcony of the house and went to the bathroom to clean my body, before performing the Ashar prayer.

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After performing the magrib prayer, I was with the family gathered in the family room. seen Miss Vira, mother and father They look cool chatting discussing activities in their respective offices, only I was silent to their chatter, which I did not understand at all, because I had never felt the world of work.

"Why are you quiet" asked Vira while stopping her laughing voice, then her eyes stared at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I haven't worked" I replied avoiding hiding the bitterness I was dealing with.

"Don't lie, you usually chimed in on our conversation, honestly you're having trouble with Devina." Accuse Mrs Vira.

"Udahlah Ma'am, don't be pretentious....!" my answer is to refute the accusations of Mrs Vira.

"What's the reason our kids look so moody lately?" mother asked as she stared at Mother Vira, then looked at me.

"Maybe the one who's upset is a big one."

"If why, how come still a schoolboy is upset?" mother asked as she glanced at me curiously.

"Don't be bullied Ma'am, Miss Vira is not mum, I don't know how Vira's Mouth is lemes."

"Have Lu not lied to me, because the cave has known you since you were brought out of your mother's womb, so the cave knows what changed from you now."

"Ah Madam Vira, I want to write it" said Yang Not want to be cornered immediately I also raised the body from the sofa chair, then headed to my room which was upstairs.

"Why is our son Pah?" I heard the voice of my mother asking the father.

"At least the women's problem, ma'am, be young." replied the father who sounded relaxed.

"Why is school thinking about dating?" mother asked me again, but I did not hear my father's answer because I had reached the room.