Naura Keyra
KN_ Beaver
Happy Reading's...
Seven🌟
Arriving at the destination. Rafka immediately took over Keyra's suitcase and two paper bags containing snacks that they bought yesterday, while Keyra herself only carried a sling bag and held a small bag owned by Rafka.
“Rafka promise you, if Keyra will be seneng every trip to Jogja, you go home now.” said Rafka kissed the backs of the hands of the two women, followed by Keyra.
After Rini's car sped away from the school area. Rafka pulls Keyra's hand towards the field.
In a large field, there were already many students lined up facing the flagpole. Where some teachers stand there in a firm position. That night the stars were not visible and the sky was darker than usual, maybe soon it will rain.
"Good night everyone! Before we go, it is good to pray first. Pray according to each other's beliefs, start!” Mr. Andra —The sports teacher guided his student to prayer.
After praying, Keyra was pulled back by Rafka to get into the bus that seemed most comfortable among his other buses. Arrive at the rear seat on the left row. Keyra was about to sit by the window, but Rafka's hand pulled her collar until Keyra retreated one step back.
“Gue on window deck. Lo if sleepy stay nyender on my shoulder, more tender!” the tall man immediately sat down to follow Keyra.
“Dih najes! Bat lo mode, Af.” blush Keyra, “betewe, temen lo on where Af?” ask Keyra. The reason on the bus was already crowded seats filled except 6 seats right row next to him which is still empty.
“In the meantime come. Ordinary babu, the datengnya the last.” said Rafka put earphones into his right ear, the other he installed in Keyra's left ear.
“Usually the hero who came to the end, Etdah lo mah,” Keyra enjoyed the song that Rafka played titled ’Blue Bird ’
"It's Naruto Ost, right?” tanya Keyra who is influenced by Rafka.
“Lah lo like anime also turns out..” said Keyra enthusiastically.
“Lo wibu isn't it?” ask Rafka back.
Keyra shook his head, “gue just don't know what wibu is,” said plain.
“Dih, kudet bat lo, Ra.” maki Rafka slowly.
Keyra grunts, “gue emang from birth kudet! Do you know what wibu is, Af?”
“Again,” The two teenagers laughed. Really Keyra and Rafka should be crowned as a pair of change.
E-eh couple?
“Halah lo bedua, wibu aja do not know. Just know me in this super modern era there is a couple of your tapes,” sounds heard from their front seats.
Keyra shrugged her shoulders indifferently. “Bodoamate. We don't see, we don't cry, you bacot!” Rafka.
Again and again, Keyra's laughter sounded. Jesus, that girl seems to need to be taken to a psychiatrist to ask her about her psyche.
Rafka was able to make his dime humor side rise.
The bus leaves in five minutes
However, Rafka's friends have not seen any of the stems of his nose.
Mr. Andra —the guide on the bus spoke at length in order to maintain politeness when he was at his destination. "good. Is everything complete? Why are the back seats empty?” ask Mr. Andra.
“Rafka, where is your horde?” connect the teacher when you see Rafka's head in sight.
“Obviously sir, they're praying for the corpse first.” Keyra pinches Rafka's stomach. “lo if you want to joke, know where dong!”
Whisper Keyra growled.
“Rafka, can you be serious? Soon all the buses leave. You--”
“Whispering lo Ripan,” Ivan nudged the boy's shoulder and sat on the right row, exactly two seats in front of Rafka and Keyra but right row.
“Ivan Ariendra, Can you be polite with me as your teacher?”
Ivan Cengegesan in his place, “ya maap sir, wrongly standing there in the dark. Look no further!” at the end of the sentence, he blurted out his words.
The teacher's gaze changed to look at Friski. “As I recall, you're Friski isn't?” ask her.
Friski nods her head enthusiastically, “Iya sir. I'm Friski cogan terter! Lah the father knows me, do' not father one of my secret fans, yes?” tanya Friski was confident.
Mata Pak Andra said, “you know that, if this study tour is only followed by Junior High School students? Why are you here?!”
“E-eh” Friski scratched his neck misbehaving. He glanced to the right and left, apparently two poles and Rivan was already sitting in the number two seat from behind, following in Ivan's footsteps.
Asem! Aspersion.
“S-I'm coming, sir? I was paid Ervin! In fact, it is not ethical that I was cool even in the gini sent back.”
Mr. Andra let out a breath of air. “Connect you oldest on this bus. Then, direct the right ones! As you experienced a year ago.”
“Lah? Is not the oldest father? Uh, the oldest driver! Nope, no. But the oldest tour guide! I was on the bus sleeping, sir. Biang troublemaking again,” he said glimpsed at the end of his sentence.
“Already, there you sit! Spend time sleeping, yeah! you will have to be tired there.”
Mr. Andra shook his hand telling Friski to sit down.
“Iya, sir!”
Friski immediately ran towards Rafka and Keyra's chair.
It's just nice together!
Friski seemed to have forgotten where she ran. The sound of his running was so echoing on the floor of the bus that it caused many to glance at him annoyed.
“Oi! Don't sleep next to Kekey, Ris. Can-can be in the Rafka,” exclaimed Rivan who sat next to Ivan. The guy was busy with Ervin and Abian.
“Diem lo camel china! Where's my pillow?”
Abian looks over at a glance, “Dikoper. Beware you in berantakin again,” said Abian.
“Dikipir. Li di birintikin ligi,” says Friski.
“Bacot dah lo Ki,“ timpal Ivan threw an empty ciki parcel towards Friski.
"Whisper njirt.”
"Woy beaver!” Friski was about to throw her pillow but the sharp gaze of Mr. Andra who was still standing next to the front seat made her sit innocent calm.
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