Supposes

(6) A Piece of Paper in the Rain

- Ayyra POV

If time could be grasped as I want, maybe I could repeat the events of the twilight period with you. Under this soft orange sky, I began to miss you again. I don't know how many times I've done it, I don't even remember. Seconds by seconds my time seemed to run out, eroding the cruelty of longing daggers.

"Adyra."

I looked up, looking at you with a smile. Your light grip on my shoulder back then, made it a little difficult for me to move. But I get it, you were just expressing your feelings to me back then. I'm thrilled. I happy. You seem to make me the only woman you treat like that other than your mother. And I was so proud to be your lover back then.

"If one day I go, what will you do?"

My smile faded away, as soon as your lips slashed that sentence as light as cotton. You don't know how choked my heart is when those words are directed at me. I just kept quiet without a word. Without looking at. And forcibly release your shoulder.

I felt your surprise at the time. I know you're breathing. You only smiled briefly in response to my change in expression.

"Silence is not an answer, Ra." you said.

I look at you not like. Put up a clear face mimic, so you know if I don't like you saying such things.

"I'll hate you" my emotions seemed to explode that second.

You really make me angry. Why ask what would make me doubt? Or do you deliberately make me doubt my feelings? You want to test me? Or what?

"If so, do it."

I widened my eyes in shock. Who is in front of me right now? Is this really you? Or am I just dreaming right now? I still look at your eyeballs staring at me. Hoping to get the humorous expression you always do to just tease me and make me angry.

But the result, NIL.

You're not kidding at all. Highlighting your eyes is indeed hinting if you are really serious about saying it. One year with you makes me memorize every second of your eye expression.

"Dimas, I'm not serious about it."

"Why?"

"Why what?!" for a moment I formed frown lines on my face, as if to show my stolen gaze to you.

"Don't tell me you want to leave me."

Really, I'm not the one who intends to say it.

At first I just wanted to be quiet, not to heed that ridiculous talk. But heart? He seems to be in a fight. My lips hurt her by accident, as if she was in a conspiracy with my heart. I feel weird. But I don't think you're. The proof, you can still review a line of smiles at this time.

"It's not fate that in the end, I fell in love with you. It's not fateful that in the end, God doesn't say we always have a lot of time to spend with us."

I'm still listening to you clingy.

"If one day fate tells me to leave, it means God didn't choose me. But he'll replace it with something better than me."

I clasped your hand tightly, until one drop of my tears fell by accident. "Destiny will let you stay here. I'm sure."

You smiled, welcoming my embrace gently. I miss the hug you gave me that time. I miss the thumb that always rubs my tears gently.

I miss you, Dimas.

Still misses..

Even to this day..

'Smitch!!'

My eyeballs gasped as a glimmer of flash passing by without excuse made my eyelids blink in shock.

Basic, not polite!

I stared at Nando's two hands that had lowered their digital cameras from behind his eyes. He smiled innocently after seeing my shocked expression which I guaranteed was ridiculous to be half dead.

He walked up to me with wide steps, then took a sitting position right in front of me.

"Dimas again?"

I breathe heavy. The right guess. Do I look like a heartbroken girl, huh?

"The nose is like a magnet. Even though I had kicked far away, he was pulling me closer." I held my chin up and looked at the guy who was wearing the reverse black hat. "I look so pathetic, brother?"

Brother Nando raised next to his eyebrows, then smiled briefly. "If the phase of falling in love and loving can be that short, why does the phase of forgetting even feel this complicated?" aduku.

"The poor girl."

I held up an iron fork clenched in my palm towards him. That strange expression made me even more fed up. He can make fun of me under these circumstances.

His laughter exploded for a few seconds. After a while, he ruffled my hair. "Don't be melancholy. My neighbor's chicken died yesterday from a breakup."

"Damn lo, Brother."

The thing I like the most when I go to a cafe where I meet you first. On the one hand, maybe I can't treat my longing for you to leave me far away somewhere.

I can't lie if I'm still waiting for you here. Wish you stood in front of me with a cup of hot chocolate as usual.

But on the other hand, I'm comfortable here. Because of a guy who likes to wear a hat with a reverse state of his trademark that I familiar Kak Nando. He's the kid who owns this cafe. So often I spent time with Dimas first, I got to know him.

He's Dimas' best friend.

He's two years above me. I like to talk to him a lot, especially about Dimas.

"Great one song, yuk?"

That gig, he means singing on the stage of a mini cafe located next to a mini bar. I used to play there with Kak Nando's acoustic guitar accompaniment which I often do just to channel the talent and emotions that want to be ventured.

That, the brilliant idea of Nando.

Instead of crying from morning to night that can only make the eyes swollen like a panda, mending singing there with the aim of channeled emotions and bonuses can entertain others as well.

"Now, no more can."

"Why?"

"Someone's gonna play in 5 minutes."

"Who? Karin?" l asked.

"No. He's the new kid. The hell of a guy."

"Torck?"

"Yes, that's pretty good. Even though it's still more handsome I am, anyway."

I'm rolling my eyeballs lazy. Sometimes her over-confidence makes me nauseous in an instant. Fortunately, my conscience is still functioning well until now. If not, I would have kicked away from the face of the detail until the continent of Antarctica. Let it be polar bear food.

"Well, there it is."

The tip of his chin pointed towards the stage that had been occupied by a man who wore a black skull like a villa guard in the Bandung area mostly.

Except, that voice...

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A guy who had a messy hairstyle let his converse shoes that retraced his tiptoe on the footing of the single chair swing following a gust of cool wind. The strands of acoustic melody tickle as if evoking a happy atmosphere that comes from the heart.

He was willing to bet, if everyone caught his acoustic melody it would be petrified on the spot as it carried away the atmosphere.

He's very good at this. Very adept at controlling the mood and emotions of someone who is nearby. Even with just a finger.

His eyes closed, enjoying the mood that made him attract a smile.

The figure of the man who was said to be cold, stiff, untouchable just broke the negative arguments about him. Unfortunately, those who assumed like that were not catching wet his charming smile that melted away.

The happy spotlight that emanated clearly from the sharp eyes that always seemed intimidating, absolutely cannot be hidden by his image as a Frozen Prince dubbed by his classmates.

The sound of applause began to echo in every corner of the room. The corner of his lips became more interested wider to make everyone who was there become fascinated.

He slightly bowed his body as a sign of gratitude for the response he received. The guy stepped away towards the mini bar located right next to where he was standing earlier.

He put his guitar next to his body. The man smiled at the owner of the cafe. "God job, Bro! Your appearance was so cool!"

He warmly welcomed the palms of the cafe owner who invited him toast ala men, like punching each other's chest.

The guy slightly pulled the corner of his lips, then took a sitting position right next to him. "It's normal, really. Don't go overboard."

Nando took a glass of green tea ice from his employees, then thrust it into the figure next to him. The guy accepted it with pleasure. The cold drink seemed to cool his throat which began to dry because of thirst after singing earlier. He drank it greedily, until it was barren without remaining.

"Gue guess, elo has musical blood. I really don't?"

The guy took a quick glance at her, then replied with a smile. He felt, a smile alone was enough to respond to the direction of the conversation that seemed unattractive to him.

A few seconds later, his smile disappeared. Lost somewhere it went.

He returned to being a figure known for his cold attitude. The highlight of his flat eyes reappeared in a moment with his mood.

It's really hard to guess.

"Gue pull it off first, huh? It's gonna rain."

"okay."

The man sped up his footsteps towards a place where his bike was parked.

He had to hurry before the rain came. It is not that he is afraid of getting sick if he is hit by heavy rain water linger. Only, he was lazy to face the rain. The guy doesn't like the rain. Clothes get wet. Bother, he said.

He walked towards the exit with wide steps. Together with a guitar wrapped in cloth like a sling bag hanging on one of his shoulders. The guy reached into the pocket of his jeans, hoping to find the keys to his bike there.

But unfortunately, the zonk.

All he found was a pack of cigarettes, a cell phone, a gas match, a blob of lyric scraping paper of his song, and a wallet.

The guy ruffled his hair. He was forced to return to the cafe to find the keys to his motorcycle. Who knows, left at one of the tables there.

Occasionally walking with his head down, the man sharpened his gaze. Who knows he found the keys to his bike that fell around here.

"That's it!"

He snatched the rough key of his motorbike that had fallen just a few steps away from where he was standing.

The man turned his body, intending to return to the motor park beside the cafe. He was about to continue his footsteps that had stopped. Up to 0.8 seconds before his feet stepped, his body stiffened.

"Andra?"

His palms clenched, clasping the keys of his motorbike. For a moment his body was riveted. He knows that voice very well.

Feminine voice.

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The guy hastened his footsteps somewhere, Adyra doesn't know.

A drizzle of rain was already dripping about the surface of his skin. With the crowded street atmosphere due to the crowded hordes of workers who want to go back home by heading to the stop in front of the cafe, making the guy more free to avoid the girl.

Yes, that girl.

Adyra moved closer to him. He's pretty sure that guy's Andra. Although the style of neat clothes he wears is very inversely proportional to the character of Andra who impressed 'bodo period' if the affairs of appearance.

"Akkhhh!!"

Adyra widened her eyes in shock. A motorbike drove so fast that it almost hit the guy.

The girl saw blood. That deep red liquid flowed on his right arm which formed a row of berets. The look in Adyra's eyes implied worry, as the man looked in pain. The girl approached him, trying to see the state of his arm. But a moment later, his right shoulder seemed to be pushed.

"Mbak, how the hell?! If you want to walk it look dong, Ma'am! I was in a hurry! Ma'am, can't you see I'm bringing a baby? What if my son gets rained on?"

"Sorry, Mom. I was not intentional."

Adyra helped pick up groceries from mothers who accidentally fell and fell apart on the asphalt because of it.

The mother snarled, leaving Adyra without a word. While the girl, she chose not to care and continued her footsteps that had stalled.

"Damn!"

It was not a curse that came out of Adyra's lips. But a boy who is about 13 years old, who is still wearing Junior High School uniform. Wrinkled forehead. Still a kid, but I'm fluent in swearing like that. His inner.

His gaze was circulated to all corners of this crowd. But, his eye lens did not find a guy who thought Andra was.

His shoulders were falling, along with his breathing. He was unlucky this time.

"Damn!" he said he was following the way the boy spoke.

For this second, he approved said the Junior High boy he had accidentally met earlier. Maybe the word 'fuck' is very appropriate to describe his current feelings.

The rain is getting heavier every second. The girl turned around, intending to go home and immediately leave this place before a torrential downpour.

Her light brown flat shoes stuck up, feeling like stepping on something. Adyra lowered her head, and picked up a lump of paper hvs not far from her feet.

This paper is a little wet. Maybe because of the rain stubs that hit the sheet of paper.

"What paper, anyway?" Adyra curious. Then start to open it slowly, trying not to damage or even tear it.

For a moment, the girl thought. Until a line of smiles clearly painted on his lips.

"Gumcha!"

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