Rahyang Kirana's

Titip love from another world, Raziq_

By 3rd grade, Azria had a boyfriend. Hehe. and started to forget me a little bit like that. Not really, just more kruntelan same girlfriend than me. Until one day. All day I was busy sharpening my hearing and trying to focus more than usual, there was a new smooth heartbeat in this house. Slight smell of blood. The beat is smooth like a sparrow's heart. Sometimes it sounds and then it's gone.Listen again.

“Hyang..lo coriander much diemnya, lo stomach pain?”_tell Azria while taking a glass of water. He drank. The sound of water entering his stomach.. OO!! Wait. there are two beats. Astagfirullah.. Yep! Two. One had Azria and one, one the sparrow's heartbeat. Oh my. . Oncom hamiiiiiiiiiiiiillll!!!. Yes Tuhaaaaann!! I woke up from the chair and hugged him.

“Riaaaaaa!! Ebeeeepp.. LO PREGNANT??!”_ My voice is full of shock and happiness.

“Uhukk!! What the hell is Lo Hyang?! ***** ‘dihh!! I am pregnant!? her eyes were glaring, more beautiful

there is him. A second later he was like remembering something, then, “My menstruation ‘emang not berarturan heh Hyang, not every month like lo routine that. And I never feel what, check it too. It's just.. umm..that, anu loh Hyang.. ahh ga so deh!?

“Dihh... who is the one who taught me the secret of secrecy ‘Ri? Since when did it happen?!”

“Bukaaan... not the secret of Hyang, but I still doubt. because it knows exactly where to know not..” his face even innocently lost in his own mind. And I just remembered about our status as students. About our new age. WHOA!!

We're speechless. Though the mind is different but the point is the same. Azria obviously did not think about school and age, even sekelebat heard his murmur about Mama Papanya who would be happy to have a grandchild (wait.. WHAT'S?! If I must have been killed in the same place as Mama) aiiihh. I want to have a bang!! Forget the bad stuff! A baby. BABY pamiersaahh!! Yahoo!! Blessed by blessing!! Thank you Lord. Alhamdulillahot. Wait a minute.. baby ‘kan only exist if humans ber.. umm... ber.. anu... it looohh!! Ouch!? Meaning Azria? Vaaaaahh. (no further comments everyone).

“Gue will say Raziq, wait!” _gropped a glass and went to her room looking for Raziq the boyfriend. Well. good luck Ri, because it looks like she won't be as happy as you heard this news. Sure enough, before long there was the cry of azria and the sound of dings for some reason. Then Raziq who rushed out with a shrunken expression dried clothesline. Folded and not kaluan.

I decided to be with Azria who I found was still crying in her room. “It’s ok love. everything is going to be ok.”_ while I hug him.

“The problem of talking to nyokap anyway I'm not worried Hyang.. who made the pain was Raziq's face earlier and his speech that seemed to say this is not a child he was wrong what was it! think she's my macem chick what?!”_ her crying is back. Crazy guy, my mind.

Just watch. Wait for you Raziq.. You made my Azri cry huh?? dare to?? DIE YOU!! I was angry and released said. It was so emotional to see my Azria crying so. I cursed Raziq. I'm khilaf. Excuse me. The night was closed

with news of Raziq's car driving upside down on the toll. Raziq died on the spot. Wallahuallam, either his destiny, or my curse. Excuse me.

After Raziq, I began to feel guilty. I'm haunted by the question of whether it was really my death that caused it? I really cursed Raziq and finally that's what happened. Let how Raziq is

the beloved man of my best friend, the father of the future baby in his life, the son of someone who must be a parent and his family feel the pain of loss. Oh my God, what have I done? Although this is true also Your line, still, given the many bad events that occur when I am especially angry emotions. This

the most fatal. If true it is “my doing” .. then I have accidentally “kill” a human. Fatal.  The next night, I couldn't sleep. The nightmares continue. Raziq came many times. From the start of his face covered with blood until he sat down sadly lost hope. The Samar I heard,

_ “gue does not want the child, but.. can I take responsibility? Say it can, but am I not going to be my bokap?? The year ‘love treasure doang. The question is, every time I come home from nowhere

or ‘ngapain, bokap only nanya duit lo ‘udah ‘abis so back?_ what kind of question is that? I'm his son, not his hotel employee!. Besides I'm just surprised, it's about abusive language, I never get a subtle language anywhere. All talk in a cynical or violent tone if to me Hyang.New Azria who can smooth ‘gitu to me. And now. I can no longer be with him.titip my son yes Hyang, take care. Help my Riri say it to my bokap, let me give my rights to the boy. And calm..not one lo ko’..

I whose eyes are shed as tears. hangover again guenya haha!!”_

CAN WHAT YOU HYANG?!!

The next day, I felt that I was less willing to face the sun than Azria was craving. I can't face the day without Raziq any more than he can. The shadow of Raziq's face, his will about the child

in Azria, about my race being so angry at Raziq's last words that I got out of control and I cursed Raziq. Lord.. I’m guilty, punished me, please. For the first time in my life, I admit, I’m a MONSTER.

“Lo how some time lately so quiet Hyang? Jauuuuuuhhh is quieter than usual, and sometimes I feel like you’re avoiding me, why Hyang?”_ ask Azria one afternoon when we sat down and watched a dead TV (what? No prohibition, though?) Azria wrapped her hands around my waist and

I hugged him back. It is difficult to hold back tears. It's hard to hide anything from him. Si

petite from the inside just understand we're out here talking, the heart rate is faster now like Hummingbird (what is Hummingbird in Indonesia? Sorry to forget, lazy to open the translator).

“Hyang... even more so lo.. what problem? Story is.. I ‘kan only pregnant, not having a heart attack!?”_ sloppy again.

“Ngga what is ‘Ri. I'm just another ‘aja deketan bumil”_ reply me origin, I can not think, my head confused and more chaotic than usual. I don't know how to start. Where to start

the story is, from the first I was angry and released or from a dream containing Raziq. I knew I couldn't keep it any longer, it was almost four months from Raziq's death and I haven't said a word. Not a single line was opened to Azria, to the party who should have been involved. Persons

old Azria does not know, his mother has not returned from abroad, his father is increasingly because kapn came home or where. Kids hanging out here are getting less and less. Either because it started very close to the exam or because it felt like death was starting to get too much in our members. Today there is only Boma and

Tule. The others don't go anywhere. Some days I'm staying at Azria's house, the reason for my mother is that I'm having a test that requires me to come very early and Azria's house is closer to my school. Believe it or not, stupid. I'm starting to get very loose with my mom some time back, well..

since the incident rukiah rukiah damn it ‘deng!?.

I was lazy to talk or even just cross paths with him at home. Besides, the way he looks at me now feels a lot different. Another if papa is at home, he will be sweet ‘ngalahin sugar. Huh!!. Sorry God. But it is true that one house that has not changed at all just papa. No matter the more

the level of the strange god my magical bin. To him I remain Rahyang Kirana. Her daughter is whole and normal.

“RAHYANG KIRANA!! Dih... even dumbass!? Ouch.. would like to eat ice cubes watered melon syrup.” Azria got up from her seat and headed for the kitchen. I am the one who is “bengong” increasingly dumbfounded see the change in Azria's speech theme which is only one space away. ‘Ngomel keeps cravings for ice cubes!? ‘Where the hell is pregnant?!.

I followed him into the kitchen and helped him break up the cubic cubes of ice. I kept silent. What I felt was my own heart. It's obvious if I'm in his position. With all the losing blows that had occurred, with which he had to shoulder now, with a backrest that was only me, the most backing

fragile and stupid. This is Azria but one strong lady, since I first met her, she hasn't changed. Always strong and “tabah”. Like sun. Azria-ku, Sun-ku. Azria to me is beautiful there is no rival. Outside inside BEAUTIFUL. No. guys.. I’m straight, I’m normal on this “terms’ ok?_ Still looking for men ciyntt.. what the hell is Hyang?! Sorry. I'm messing with. My head is as chaotic as you say!!.