Our Souls (Maybe)

prologues

“ah .. sucks” Rain seems reluctant to stop this afternoon, he said,

so that makes a girl who has continued to grumble not also moved from her seat in the corner of the room that is directly faced with a glass window,

not infrequently his eyes looked out to pay attention to the rain,

she is Diah Wulandari High School student in a remote village in east Java, in the hometown of our hero proclamator Blitar

“Diah ....., piye no muleh to?” a friend approached Diah who was pensive in the corner of the hall

“I do not bring mantel” replied Diah slowly while paying attention to rain water that still continues to drip

“yo wes ra po po, nebeng me aja!” the boy with slightly wavy hair offered Diah a ride because their house was next to each other,

they were friends since childhood, but Anwar's fate was better because he was the son of the landlord in his village,

so it is certain that his life is prosperous, in contrast to Diah he is only a child of farm laborers, because he does not have his own rice field to cultivate, so his father used to work on rice fields belonging to the Anwar family.

Their families are very close, they are like close relatives, often Anwar family who buy their hands to help the Diah family, he said,

but not infrequently the Diah family is reluctant to accept help because they do not want to be too indebted to the Anwar family

“don't let me wait for the rain to subside!” Diah still tried to resist it, though,

“ini wes lo afternoon, later your mother worried lo!” after seeming to think for a while

“all right, come ...!”

Diah moved from her seat greeted with a smile of relief by Anwar ,

they also walked in tandem to the parking lot anwar parked his motorbike,

their steps stopped next to Anwar's white metic motorbike, usually Diah prefers to ride the angkot to reach the main road,

and will walk to his house about 5 km away, but he is also more often in the bells by Anwar, Anwar,

what else if they go to school, they always shake hands, because Anwar's parents always force him to go together.

“tasnya is all I enter, abbey shoes I just wear, here your bags!” Diah took over the crackle bag and put her bag in it and now she also grabbed Anwar's bag

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At the house of Diah

“pak udan e kok not blatantly yo ..!” the site of Diah's mother's mother's love pacing back and forth in front of the door

“sit buk, Diah must still ngiyup, don't worry!” saut his father Diah,

mr. Darman who was sitting in the living room which is only 4x3m wide with a rattan chair and table, his table, and on it was a cup of coffee accompanied by boiled cassava in a dish.

“bapak how, it's already afternoon sir, wes mau magrib, but Diah has not yet returned!”

It was not long before Anwar's motorbike stopped on the side of the road

“alhamdulillah ..!” mommy looked relieved to see Diah with Anwar already home

“sorry yes buk, we are late to go home!” Anwar came down and kissed the back of Kasih's hand alternating with Diah

“not pa-pa son, mother seneng you with Diah, mother was worried, thanks yes, you enter first let me make anget tea!”

“don't open, I'll just go home, my clothes are wet, come back later!”

Before Anwar set foot to go to his bike his steps were stopped by the sound of Mr. Darman

“not enter first, this is your favorite boiled cassava lo!” bak Darman from inside came to say

“later sir, I go home first”

“thank ya ..!” Diah spoke and waved to Anwar

“iya”

Diah went into the house and went into the bathroom after taking off her wet shoes and putting her crisp bag