Rinai Rain

Part 2: The Past

Part 2: The Past

Farel Star POV

Have you ever had a past that you want to forget? Or you often fall asleep with the past when you remember when you look at the rain. If you ask me, I will answer that I will forget my past. My past is not like everyone else. Lots of twists and turns gray. There are too many mistakes I have made.

 

I used to have power. Everyone bowed and respected me. But why is something like that something I want to forget? It's not good if we can get everything. There is always a secret behind the story. I don't let anyone know. Let him be buried in my new, better memories.

That memory was turned back by me. Someone chased me fiercely. I can count how many people are trying to chase me. My friends also followed me behind, following where was the best place to run from them.

 

"Woi, don't run you!" yell them in the back.

"Hurry, don't let us get it" said my friend, looking back. It was obvious to me that the fearless brave face was filled with running sweat.

"Come on!" my shout excited the two friends who were following behind me.

Finally the place we were going to was visible. The building didn't so that would be the end of our escape.

My two friends shouted, "we're there!"

I smiled as my other friends returned my smiles there. The dozen disciples were ready to provide shelter to us who were being pursued.

I'm getting tired. My clothes were wet with sweat coming out. My breath was really irregular again, as if wanting to faint and lie on this grassy ground.

"Ga nothing, you've got here. Now let us handle it." One of my friends patted me on the shoulder.

I nodded in understanding then turned around to look at the five people who were chasing us earlier. Seemed afraid faces they looked at us who numbered a dozen people.

"Review you! we're not done!" yell at one of them.

I don't care about it. They don't know who I am. Slowly but surely, they left us.

A cell phone I was holding was the reason we were being chased by them. At the end of my eyes, a glasses boy was holding his backpack. The SMP clothes he was wearing looked neat like good children in general. His body was quite tall, but his guts did not match his posture.

"Hey, this is yours. We almost died just from taking this out of their hands. Better keep it from being stolen by them again." I handed over the phone in my hand.

"All right, thank you" he said. His tone trembled a little. His face was afraid of me.

"Hahahaha, it's the same. You're our schoolmate too. Compulsory assisted. Yaudah, go home. You too," I said to a dozen of my other friends.

"Good Boss!" answer them. I laughed when I heard their call to me. I don't really like being called that. For me we are all the same, no one is the leader here.

"What's your name?" ask the child I helped. I looked at him. His face was quite handsome, yet his manners looked a little geeky.

"Is that important to you?" I said while holding my hand trying to catch the drizzling rain that fell.

"No, I'm just asking. I'm so grateful." He was amazed to look at me. "What are you doing?"

I took a breath and breathed it back out. I was happy when asked what I was doing.

"Waiting for rain" I replied. My eyes grew more and more twinkling at the darkening clouds wanting to shed their cries.

"I'm Azka. I just want to be friends with you. Alright ... I'll go home first" he said and then leave. I stared at his broad shoulders.

"Hi new boy, my name is Farel. If anyone still dares to bother you, just tell me because you're my friend now" I said with a smile. "Oh yes, your body is quite tall. I suggest you get active in our Junior High basketball,"

He seemed to return my smile. He ran away from the rain, while I was there staring up into the rain. That was the first time someone asked me to be his friend.

Instantly, I went back to a time where my life was flatter. The memory was so short in the midst of the fragrance of rain that had not yet fallen.

It was heard by me boisterously the voice of the male disciple nonstop. My eyes look ahead. My homeroom teacher has come, but they dare to make a fuss like this, except for the man who is only one empty bench to my right. He just put on a cool look.

I immediately confirmed my view. Next to my Class Guardians stood a woman. I looked into her adorable round eyes. Her eyelashes are plump complete with her thick eyebrows. Both corners of her lips widened to form a smile. The sweet charm of the woman in front of it is inevitable. He looked at me and smiled lightly. I know that woman. That's the woman playing this morning.

"Of all, my name is Alvia" he said, introducing himself. His gaze is still on me.

"Alvia, you can meet them all later. Now please sit down," said the Class Guardian.

His slow steps led to the table. He smiled at me again, but it made me feel wrong.

"You, right?" my many.

"Yes, right." He immediately extended his hand to me. "I'm Alvia. What's your name?"

No meaningful expression from me. I didn't reach her hand until she pulled her own.

"Oh, you haven't told me your name yet, have you? May we be friends." It is****smile.

Behind his smile, I saw a flat gaze from the person beside him. It was the same man when the look was seen while he was playing basketball this morning. A look that contains hatred. As if he wanted to hit me hard.

He really hates me.

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