Misplaced Taste

APPROACHES

The motorbike driven by Rasya and Raisa has now entered the grounds of Raisa's mansion. At first Rasya was amazed to see the house of Raisa. Although this was the second time for him, it was also the first time for Rasya to enter the house.

"Come in, yes" said Raisa.

"The cave just went home" Rasya refused.

"No!" firmly Raisa.

"You can't go straight home" said Raisa.

On the road, it was raining. Rasya and Raisa were already wearing raincoats. However, still the rush of rainwater penetrated their raincoats.

"If you go straight home. Gua don't want you to take the road again," said Raisa.

Rasya smiled faintly when he saw Raisa who insisted on persuading him. It was the first time for Rasya to see Raisa persuading him.

"Fine" said Rasya.

"Gua stopped by for a moment" he added.

"okay."

Raisa rang the bell at her house. Shortly afterwards, Lady Dewi opened the door for her daughter.

"Geez, how wet, Rai," said the Goddess Bu stroked the top of Raisa's head and face.

"So on the drizzle road, ma'am," Raisa explained.

"You have entered first" asked Miss Dewi.

"Eh, yes," Raisa said as she looked at Bu Dewi staring puzzledly at Rasya.

"He's Raisa's friend, Ma'am," Raisa introduces Rasya.

"Oah" said the Goddess.

"I'm Rasya, Mom. Her friend Raisa," said Rasya greeting the hand of the Goddess Mother.

"Come in first, son," asked the Goddess again.

Rasya and Raisa enter the house following the Goddess Mother.

"Sit down first. I want to make you a warm drink" said Miss Dewi.

"Yes, the cave change first, yeah. Lu sat down" said Raisa leaving Rasya in the living room.

"okay."

Rasya remained silent in the living room of Raisa's house. He looked around that looked spacious, clean, and neat. Rasya's eyes squinted when he saw a photo of Raisa's family.

"Funny," Rasya murmured as he looked at the photo of little Raisa.

"What's so funny, son?" ask someone who suddenly comes.

"Eh," Rasya was startled and immediately stood up.

"Sit down, I'm Raisa Omanya" said Oma Melani.

Rasya smiled faintly and shook Oma Melani's hand.

"I'm Rasya, Oma. His friend Raisa," said Rasya introducing himself.

"Oh so."

"Eh, there, mother," said Miss Dewi as she returned to the living room with a tray filled with warm tea and snacks.

"Yes, Wi" said Oma Melani.

"Drink first, son," said Miss Goddess.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Rasya.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh, yeah, where's Raisa going?" asked Oma Melani when she didn't see her granddaughter.

"Raisa's here!" raisa who just came down the stairs.

"Eumm Oma's granddaughter," delighted Oma Melani as Raisa hugs her.

"You're so beautiful" praised Oma Melani.

"Oma can do it" said Raisa.

"Come on, get eaten!" said Bu Dewi when feeling awkward atmosphere in the living room.

"Come, Sya. Don't be shy" said Raisa.

"OK-okay," said Rasya began to take a variety of pastry snacks in front of him.

"How long have you known me?" ask the Goddess.

"Emm, these few months, ma'am," Rasya replied.

"Are you class mates?" ask Oma Melani.

"No" now Raisa answered.

"He's my upperclassman, Oma," Raisa added.

"Get's."

"Where are you guys out of, how come Rasya's clothes got a little wet?" asked Oma Melani while researching Rasya's appearance.

"So I saw the exhibition, Oma. But the time to go home was raining on the road" explained Rasya.

"Oh, like that."

Rasya just smiled at the warmth between Oma Melani, Miss Dewi and Raisa. I don't know how many times he smiled today. Indeed, Rasya while with Raisa was unceasingly smiling.

"Take Rasya eat, son," said Miss Dewi.

"You have not eaten yet" said Oma Melani.

"No need, Oma. Rasya is still full" said Rasya.

"Have you eaten on the street?" ask Oma Melani.

"Yes. Before returning to the place to eat," answered Rasya.

Indeed, just before coming home Rasya and Raisa stopped by the place to eat first. It was also Rasya's request who wanted to invite Raisa to eat. Until they are stuck drizzling after from the restaurant.

"Yet. He told my mother that he would be overtime" replied Miss Dewi.

"Oh."

"Oh, yes, yes, if I may know who your parents are?" ask Oma Melani.

"My papah name is Albert Setya and my mother is Dara Nilam Anggi" Rasya replied.

Deg. Bu Dewi's heart rumbled upon hearing Rasya's reply.

"Albert Setya?" batin Bu Dewi's.

"Setya Group Owner?" ask Oma Melani back.

"Right, Oma," Rasya replied confirming.

"Wasn't your mom that famous model?" Oma Melani asked again.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, you're their only child" Oma Melani smiled.

Rasya just smiled at her smile.

"Do you like Raisa?" ask Oma Melani again.

Suddenly, Raisa was surprised by Oma Melani's question to Rasya who had just visited her home for the first time.

"Oma," Raisa's interruption.

Rasya looked a little nervous to answer the question from Oma Melani.

"Dewi said, Raisa never had a friend let alone a man" said Oma Melani.

"So, you were the first friend Raisa introduced to us" continued Oma Melani.

Raisa is bowed in shame when her secret is uncovered by Oma Melani in front of Rasha, her upperclassman.

"really?" rasha didn't believe it.

"Yes. Raisa rarely interacts with people" replied Miss Dewi.

"Well," muttered Rasya.

"Rasya doesn't know whether this is like it or not" Rasya replied.

"However, if it is, I will take care of Raisa seriously" Rasya said, staring at Raisa who was bowing beside her.

"Ekhem," the voice of the male deheman from the direction of the door even made their attention diverted.

"Sir Devan!" raisa's exclaims immediately poured into Devan's arms, her brother.

"Home home?" devan asked Raisa back in her arms.

"It."

"Son Devan said overtime?" asked Raisa to break her embrace.

"No, that's. Because everything was finished early" Devan replied.

"Oh, yeah."

"Oma, mother," said Devan to his second hand.

"Hi, Brother," said Rasya.

"Hello," Devan replied.

"Devan up first" said Devan.

"All right."

Rasya was again nervous when he was stared at by Bu Dewi and Oma Melani. He felt intimidated by the two old women in front of him.

"Oma just wanted to say. Raisa is a favorite granddaughter, Oma. So take care of him, love him sincerely and don't hurt him" Oma Melani said.

"Ready, Oma," said Rasya.

"Oma what the hell?" annoyed Raisa.

"It's okay, Rai. He's your friend, let him take care of you at school" said Oma Melani.

"But that's not it, either" said Raisa.

"After all," Miss Dewi broke up.

"You're still teenagers, so be friends accordingly. Mutual care, respect, remind, complement and help each other," said Bu Dewi sage.

"Yes, you must be patient because of Raisa's attitude. Actually he is spoiled really, if the same people closest to him," added Bu Dewi.

"Yes, Mom."

The four of them resumed their casual chat. Joking along with various jokes reminiscent of the same school Bu Dewi and Oma Melani.

Until it was not felt, the day had changed by night. Rasya decided to go home because he did not want to disturb the rest of the Raisa family.

"Rasya went home first, yes, Oma, Miss Dewi," said Rasya greeting his second hand.

"Yes, be careful, yes, son," replied Oma Melani.

"Often yes, play here to get closer," said Miss Dewi.

Rasya just nodded his head.

"Let Raisa interven" said Raisa following Rasya to the terrace.

"Home home, yes, Rai" said Rasya.

"OKAY. Be careful," said Raisa.

"Thank you" said Raisa.

"Yoi. Thank you again" said Rasya.

Tin. The sound of Rasya's motor horn while leaving the yard of Raisa's house.

It's like Rasya, unbeknownst to all of them. A man was staring at Rasya and Raisa's interaction from the balcony of his room.

"A very epic approach," the man's inner.

"I'd better find out. I don't want Raisa to hurt, "the inner man who is none other than Devan.