Reaching Dreams

Chapter 60

"Non, make an angel drink for Young Master huh?" mbok Darmi.

"There's still, isn't there, Mbok?" asked Rahma while walking towards the kitchen set.

"Give her cake, Non. Try to see first on the spice rack, it looks like Simbok bought yesterday but forgot to store where," replied mbok Darmi while filling the water in a pot to boil ginger.

After finding ginger, Rahma washed it clean and then rubbed it flat. Rahma boiled ginger mixed with palm sugar and a clove. Do not forget to also add a little sugar stone so that the ginger made is not bitter. (Othor nih🙊 favorite drink)

After boiling, Rahma poured the ginger water into a glass and delivered to Frans' room.

"Sir, drink ginger water first so as not to catch a cold," said Rahma while putting a glass of ginger water on the nightstand.

Frans who heard the word master was immediately angry and jerked Rahma's hand until it fell into Frans' lap. Fortunately when Frans pulled Rahma's hand, the glass was already on the nightstand in the correct position.

"What did you say? Mister? How many times have I told you not to call you. Or do you want me to punish?" asked Frans with one eye narrowed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. However, you who used to be different from the current one. It's natural that I call you Sir, I really don't recognize you right now" Rahma replied, not fearing any punishment.

Frans clenched tightly to Rahma's body so as not to move from her lap. Rahma moved restlessly on Frans' lap, about to break away.

"What do you mean you don't recognize me anymore? Why have you always used formal language since that traitor left this house?" frans held back emotions when Rahma said she didn't know him anymore.

"You are now far from our reach. We used to be best friends, now it's just the employer and subordinate relationship. It's obvious from your attitude of never listening to us."

"Originally you know, Rio is not a traitor. Your secret is safe with him, even your ugliness he covers, so that your parents remain their darling and pride. But what you did really disappointed him."

"Do you know, to be a famous music mogul doesn't have to have a band. You are quite adept at playing it with all your heart then many people will love your music game. You are willing to sacrifice college for a band that is dilapidated," said Rahma fiery because for too long she harbored her frustration.

Frans was surprised to hear Rahma's words. He began to loosen his arms so that Rahma could easily stand up and walk away leaving him alone.

Frans began to think of Rahma's words and digest every word Rahma had spoken. Frans silently pondered, remembering what he had done wrong so that Rahma was so angry with him.

Rahma stuffed all her clothes into a bag of clothes. All his books he put in his backpack. After all the bags are filled, it turns out there are still items left behind because they do not fit. The item contained birthday gifts from her secret fans.

Rahma took the stuff out of the box, started touching it. Initially Rahma thought the gift was from Frans because it was seen from Frans' attitude to him all this time. However, since Frans changed Rahma rethink if the gift was from Frans.

"Where is he, all this time he's been more concerned with his band. I don't receive that gift anymore either. Ahh, I was hoping too much for something impossible."

Rahma kept the jacket. He will leave the item for a while because the bag is no longer fit.

After putting the box back in the closet, Rahma carried her backpack and carried her bag out of the room. He said goodbye to mbok Darmi and Pak Sukri.

Under the drizzling rain, Rahma walked away from the luxurious house she had been living in.

The dark weather due to drizzle and the change of day into night, did not dampen Rahma's steps to leave Frans' house. However, fate is inevitable. There was a luxurious car passing by at high speed. Suddenly the sound of the car brake squeaked because it was stepped on too strongly.

"Ohhhhh!" rahma Jeers.