Love Without But

Meet both times

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I turned my head outside the door. There's no one there I've met. Though it was clear that there was a knocking sound in the sense of hearing when it was dissolving with his own mind.

 

Because I felt that there was no one I intended to close the door again. I have not been eager to get out of the room, more comfortable shutting myself up without anyone else bothering.

Just as the door of the room was about to close perfectly, I was suddenly startled by someone's voice.

"Doorr ... hayoo, why is the door closed again? I came in, dong," Lyra broke through the nearly closed door quickly, before I could push her body out and lock herself in the room.

"Don't you, lo, Ra, ngagetin me?" grumbling irritated.

"Lo, tuh, who did, from earlier ngerem bae in dalem, long ago ntar lo kemambet new to know the taste," said Lyra ngasal.

"Some of me was just met there are people want to be a bride, kok, could be so sad and beggar cake, lo, Dhin. Everywhere also mah people if you want to marry, tuh, happy, happy, cheerful, flowery. This is even the cake of another person heartbroken, face coiled, kusem, no passion, puffy eyes already exhausted the sting of the wasp, that is," Lyra cerocos without pause.

"Lo, the hell, Ra, can't fathom what I'm currently doing. Try to be in my position kek, gini, sure you will not be my cake dilemma like this?"

"Gue, anyway, ogah is in the position of kek lo, make my head dizzy just look at it too let alone have to fuss alone," said Lyra raised her shoulders.

"So, instead of mewek all day in the room kek gini mending follow me to the campus aja, yuk!" get Lyra excited.

"With the condition of my face that bengep cake, gini?" many doubt.

"Yes, you go to the bathroom first sono, chepet! Wash your face or what used to be the cake, let it look a little and delicious to look at the face," Lyra said while grinning.

"Jude, wait for me to back up, yak!" my door passed to the bathroom.  A towel hanging above the room.

After washing your face using facial foam and brushing your teeth. I came out of the bathroom with a slightly fresher face. It was no longer visible shiny oil on the face that made my face look dull, when I saw it in front of the mirror of the bedroom closet.

Dabbing and drying my face using a towel I began to polish my cheeks with a face cleanser and apply solid foundation and powder all over my face evenly. Do not forget to polish a little lips with a red brick lipstick. Now I look a little better than I did the first time Lyra walked into the room.

Wearing a maroon long skirt and matching wide top and hijab, I began to step out of the room, followed by Lyra. Then say goodbye to Mom who is in the kitchen with other mothers who are making cakes.

"Don't be late in the afternoon, yeah, come home later," Mother's message said before we set foot outside the house.

"Yes, Mom, God willing, if there is no obstacle" I replied, kissing his palm full of reverence.

Lyra started the engine of the blue-colored matic motor slowly. After feeling I had sat piggybacking behind him Lyra also began to drive her iron horse down the village road.

The roads we walked were not as smooth asphalt roads as in cities. Except the winding cobbled road. And must pass the oil palm plantation approximately three kilo meters.

Just a few meters away we were caught in a sudden downpour. Lyra stopped the speed of her motorcycle on the side of the road of a plantation owned by residents. There is a small hut owned by a field there to just shelter so as not to get wet by the rainwater.

"Come .. we continue the journey again" Lyra asked.

"Surely can? After testing gini, right, usually the road becomes slippery," I asked doubt.

"Can, right, I'm used to it, so I'm immune to slippery roads and steep kek gini." Lyra.

Indeed, I also very much admit with the shrewdness of Lyra in carrying her motorcycle vehicle, although we are said to live in the interior, but did not hinder the determination to continue to reach the education bench. Lyra is already good at conquering the steep and slippery road terrain, because of the compulsion that makes it like that. With a rather tomboyish style Lyra always go back and forth from the village to take a lecture located in the city.

Accompanied by the rain that is still partially down we continue the journey towards the exit of the village. Sometimes I scream hysterically when the motorcycle tire that Lyra was riding slipped while crossing the ground or slippery stone was exposed to raindrops earlier.

"Slow down, dong, Ra, don't make me hang the cake, gini," I said.

"Well, Princess," ledek Lyra chuckled.

The struggle through the streets that need extra energy was finally able to pass. Before continuing to travel to the campus. Lyra deflects her motorcycle to the wash. Maybe he was embarrassed by the condition of a very dirty motorbike and mud straws if he had to be taken to campus and seen by other friends.

"Why, anyway, Ra, take the show to stop by here again" I muttered.

"Udah .. don't ask much just sit sweet, really, there. Later when it's done I call. Lyra handed her motorcycle over to the brothers for washing and cleaning.

"Where are you going, Neng, this rain?" asked the brother who was about twenty years old that kepo.

"To campus, Bang," Lyra replied shortly with a sweet smile.

"Usually alone Neng, Brother often see through the road here," continued the brother.

"Yes, no, it just so happens that my grandmother today wants to come to the campus," Lyra replied as she glanced at me with her tail. While I pretend the henchmen are staring at the screen of the phone that is in the grip

"So, his grandmother was young like that, anyway, there's-there's this, Neng."

"Yes, Bang, I'm joking around" Lyra said.

We both began to continue the journey again to the campus.the road that passed has now begun to fade, because it has been paved even though it is not too smooth like a toll road. But, it is much better with the road that leads to my village which is very slippery if hit by rain water like that.

The blue matcik motor driven by Lyra began to enter the crowded highway of vehicles.

Just now Lyra was about to turn her motorcycle that she was driving towards the campus. Apparently from the back there are other motorcyclists who drove fast and hit the Lyra matick motorbike so that it collapsed instantly.

The people around the incident immediately ran in a crowd to provide help. I faintly felt my body being held up by several people before it all felt dark.

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