Tears And Love's

Chapter 4

Trying to ward off the pain that comes in a row, Sora bailed to the toilet to the teacher who taught. It seems he needs to wash his face, in the hope that the shadow of Amora's figure will also disappear along with the water that soaks his face later.

But Sora's hopes were instantly shattered when the young man saw a girl smiling at him.

"Amora?" whispered Sora lirih.

Sora closed his eyes, hoping all was just an illusion. Sure enough, when Sora opened his eyes, the figure had already disappeared somewhere.

"Damn!" sora maki. Unknowingly punching the wall nearby.

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"Lo sure you're not coming home with me?" ask Yogi again.

The young man had invited Sora to come home together, just like this morning. But Sora refused the invitation on the grounds of wanting to go somewhere first.

"Yes, I'm telling you that I'm-"

"Yes, yes," cut Yogi, half lazy. "Well, if so, I'll go first."

The young man got into the car. Not long after the car engine was turned on, he passed from the school parking lot. Staring at Yogi's departure, a thin smile streaked across Sora's face.

Actually, Yogi had already guessed the place Sora was going to go. But he was too stupid to go any further. He wanted to let Sora have some time of his own for himself. Therefore, when Sora refused his invitation to go home together, Yogi was not too pushy.

Stepping slowly, Sora approached the school gate which was quite crowded. The students who wait for an invitation or just make a gate now switch functions like a market.

Ripping the phone from her pants pocket, Sora also opened an online transportation application. After typing the intended address, it lets the app search for the driver. It didn't take long for Sora to get a driver who would drive to the destination.

About ten minutes later Sora was riding in the motorbike of the driver. Split the streets in the sun.

"Oh, I can."

"Thank you, Bang," said Sora sincerely. A small smile appeared on the young man's face.

At Sora's request, the driver stopped the motor in front of a florist. Without wasting any time Sora went in there and bought seven stalks of white roses. Cravings for the smell, there was a tightness that narrows at the corner of the man's heart.

Shuffling softly while trying to publish a smile, Sora dispelled the tightness. After completing the transaction, the young man resumed his journey.

The location Sora was headed to looked deserted. There were only a few visitors who also brought a bouquet of flowers, like her.

Trying to recall where the direction was towards where one rested quietly, Sora circulated a glance around. Before long, he also took a step towards the straight road on the right which was shaded by several frangipani trees.

Sora's footsteps came to a halt in front of a mound of dirt. The headstone that was stuck on it became a marker of the body that had been lying inside there.

Crouching down, Sora stroked the gravestone. Groped the carving of the name of someone who so loved white roses.

Sasi Amora (Amora Sasi January)

The name written there has indeed gone through the process of agreement between Nia and Nita. Because until anytime the original name of Amora is Sasi Amora, while Nita still considers Amora as part of the family of January.

"Ra, I brought you flowers" said Sora. "How are you doing there? All right, all right?"

Laying the bouquet of flowers, without a second take off the view from the headstone of Amora.

"It turns out this time it hurts more to lose you, Ra. Because you won't be able to see me again forever."