RAGIL (First Love)
SATU
She's my Sunny.
The first love remembered to this day
-azka
The sunny.. The sunny..
My heart beats every time I remember you
The sunny.. The sunny..
Why is there less when you are not
The sunny.. The sunny..
Seeing you touch you is all I want
A bus was traveling at speed towards a port. A girl sits in one of the chairs accompanied by the accompaniment of the first love song popularized by an Indonesian female singer. He will return to his homeland. He hears every lyric, bringing it to the memory of the past. About someone who became his first love. The sunny...
Every time I knelt down, I prayed
One day you can love me
A girl ran through the school gate with a pink mushaf in her arms. He paces endlessly through each class towards a room that looks full of students.
"Azka, where have you been. Our class representative is just you, fortunately not too late" shouted a girl with shoulder-length wavy hair, Bunga.
Azka did not heed the screams of her friend and just passed by among the group of students at the door. He headed for an empty seat among the other seats that already had owners. His hand He stretched out to reach the back of the chair so that it is not occupied by others. He managed to touch the back of the chair along with the approach of a student whom he did not know where he was coming from.
"I'm the one who wants to sit there first" he said a little dislike
The man before him turned his head, scrunched his forehead,
"I'm the one who sat here first" he answered not to lose while dropping his body on the chair.
Azka only snorted in annoyance, along with an offer of sitting from another student who turned out to be not a contestant.
"You're the one sitting here, I just want to watch" he said
"Thank you" Azka replied with a smile.
The race begins, one by one the participants are called, starting from the upper class participants, and the last is the participants of the class 05.
"Ragil Pramana Wibawa-Seven Tiga" one name was called by the organizer, the man who was fighting over the chair with Azka was up, justifying his coffee, hugging the black mushaf on his chest, then He came forward. The chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an is heard along with the opening of Ragil's lips. Slowly, melodious, calming, Azka raised her gaze directing her bead eyes at the owner of the voice. Their eyes met for a moment. Ragil disconnected the gaze first, closed his eyes, took a breath and continued the chanting of the next verse.
"Sugary" Azka unconsciously muttered.
This is the beginning of the meeting of the two. Accidental meeting, which turned out to make one heart rustle and mutter the name of the other in every prayer. "Ravenly".
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Every time I call in my heart
Where's Sunny.where's my Sunny.
Azka opened her eyes, pausing her thoughts about someone she could never reach. He faintly smiled, is there still that name in his heart? For about three years, he stripped away every inch of his memories and thoughts about that time. Choose to open your eyes wide to see a more real future. At least, his efforts have been successful until now. For the past three years He has chosen not to get too carried away by the hope that He set in his heart 12 years ago.
The phone in his left pocket shook, he straightened his body and reached for a flat object connected to the earphone cord stuck in his ear. A notification on one of her social media apps showed that Nadia sent her a message.
Ka, Anne's coming home next week. We gather yak. I brought the others too.
As the message.
Who did you ask?
Ask later. Shortly thereafter Nadia again typed in a reply.
Trings.
There are Alan, Anne, Rangga, Tama, oiya, Ragil also said he wanted. He's back home too
"Rabella?" instantly there was a warm swish on his chest when for the first time in three years he again mentioned Ragil. Is it true that at a time like this he will meet Ragil? His mind suddenly froze, hesitating.
The sunny.. The sunny..
How are you, I'm doing fine
The sunny.. The sunny..
So many endless stories about you
The sunny.. The sunny..
He placed his hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat suddenly change to a faster pace. "Even without meeting this heart still recognizes the taste" he murmured again. He glanced back at the flat object whose screen had turned dark. He presses the power button, reopening the direct message page between himself and Nadia.
Okay, I'm at home, Nad.
Ready
The touch of the arrow back on the screen of his phone showed a picture of himself as wallpaper. The fast-hunting breath has begun to regularize along with the heartbeat that begins to restore its rhythm.
Every time I call in my heart
Where's Sunny.where's my Sunny.
The first love song performed by the singer was finished. The roar of the engine indicates that the bus he was riding was stopping. He glanced out the window, flipping the curtain that had blocked the slightly blinding morning sunlight.
"There will soon be" he said when he saw the signposts that gave the harbor only 500 meters away. A pedestrian gate was also seen before him. Azka prepared to tidy up her things. Check each side of the stool so that no items fall or are left behind. The car roared again, speeding slowly into the terminal gate where all passengers had to disembark. The journey on this bus is over.
Azka went down, carrying a backpack on her shoulders. Earphones still hang with the music that also still plays in his ears. He stepped up to take the queue at the crossing ticket counter. A counter guard asked for the number of tickets and the corresponding data on the ID card in Azka.
"One mas, Aureli Nur Azkania, 24 years old" He took a ticket and a crossing card given a mas-mas guard counter. He continued walking, entered the waiting area and climbed the stairs to the pier.
"Dock two" he said as he glanced at the tiker paper in his hand. The voice of Glenn Fredly performing the song Once This Only sounded in his ears. He pressed the volume button to shrink the sound that entered his eardrum.
He entered the ferry, which was quite large in size, dropping his body on the seat right next to the window. Azka chose the place so that he could enjoy the view of the sea during the voyage. He looked around the place, quiet. It looks like this ship is empty of passengers, considering this is not a holiday or a holiday. Azka laid her body on the back of the chair, checked her phone, sent word to Papa and Mama that she was on the ship and ready to cross to her homeland. He lifted the maroon-colored cloth mask that was attached to his face to the nose, closed his jacket, and then slowly closed his eyes.
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"Where are you going?"
"To seven.three"
"Why what?" ask the flower again
"You go to Ocha. Why the hell, sewot really you" said Azka while smiling ignorantly
"Well, I've got a doang Ka. Come with me" he said and then aligned the steps with Azka.
Their class and seventh grade three were only separated by one classroom. It did not take much time for the two to arrive at the door of the seventh.three class.
"Cha" Azka waved towards Ocha who was aware of the presence of Azka and Flowers.
"Why Ka? Tumben to class" asked Ocha when he was closer to the two.
"You want a little bit about the day after tomorrow" Azka answered for starters.
Then the two exclaimed to discuss the preparation and plan of the farm to be done the day after tomorrow. Flowers just listen carefully without cutting off the conversation of the two.
"OK, later together" Ocha said after their conversation
"OK" Azka replied smiling.
"You" a voice that seemed familiar to Azka was heard.
"Gapain to this class oi" he cried again.
Azka who felt spoken to actually scrunched her forehead
"You talking to me?" azka asked carefully, Ragil was in front of her, with a friend whom she knew named Rasya.
"Haha, Geer" Ragil replied with a quick laugh
"Oh, no. Judekah. Yuk Nga" Invite Azka to the Flower, to get the hell out of there.
"Hahaha" Ragil laughed in satisfaction, successfully pranking Azka until the girl was slightly misbehaved.
"That's who Gil is?" ask Rasya wonder
"That's, seventh grade child.lima. he wants to grab my seat right after the race" answered Ragil at a glance
"Ooh"
"Who was Ka?" ask the same flower as Rasya
"That's child seven three, Ragil. The one who won the race at that time was Loh Nga" explained Azka, at a glance He smiled, but then He held back his happy expression just to get there.
"Oh, know?" Flowers glanced at the friend beside her
"No. Just know, because when the race I almost did not sit because he did not want to lose" Azka shook her face considering how fragile Ragil was at that time. At that time, shortly before he was finally bewitched by the melodious voice and the unintentional gaze given by Ragil.
