The Love Traces of RAHWANA

Quarry 12.

“Dek! Is it finished yet?” I heard Mom's scream from downstairs.

“Shortly, Mom!”

“Quick! We're late!”

I combed my hair. Then tie it into one behind the head. My hair that is not too black seems to be neat perched there.

The sound of my phone rings but I don't heed it. I've been running out of time and I don't want Mom nagging me all the way.

“After a time, anyway.” Mom grunts annoyed. Protesting me with a look. While I can only reveal a row of my teeth.

Great, my family driver drove us. As Mother once said, today I accompanied her to visit Halim Abhimanyu High School. Together with Mother's other colleagues from her law firm and several female activists.

The visit of Mother and her colleagues is to educate students and teachers, especially women, about the vulnerability of being victims of sexual abuse and other sexual violence. Mother said, lately, the case of sexual harassment and violence has increased dramatically.

Our car has arrived at Halim Abhimanyu High School. The school is in the same foundation as where I study at this time.

“Bu Lisa!” Call Aunt Ruth, Yuta's mother. I also saw Yuta there.

The man just squinted one eye at me and smiled. He didn't tell me he was going to be on this visit. I returned his smile and followed Mother who was walking towards them.

“Ara..” Aunt Ruth hugged me warmly.

“How are you, Aunt?” My toot.

“Good, good. How are you going to college? Word Yuta can highest value continue huh?”

I smiled when I heard my own success.

“What's all coming, Bu?” Ask Aunt Ruth.

“It's already in part. Some have not yet come. We're in now?”

Me and Yuta followed the mothers walking behind them.

“Why didn't you tell me you were coming too?” Whisper me to Yuta after nudging his arm.

“Do not discuss. You don't know how much that Councilwoman has been forcing me to come since yesterday.”

“Hahahaha.” I just chuckle. “I don't understand why they brought us here. We have absolutely nothing to do with this activity.”

Yuta nodded in agreement.

The event was held in the school multipurpose hall. There, the students and teachers gathered. There were also some students who appeared to participate and sit there.

Aunt Ruth invited us to sit in the front seat with them. But I don't want to. So I forced Yuta to accompany me to sit in the back row of seats near the door.

Yuta base obedient. He followed my plan.

Countless times have I yawned because of the delivery that I find so boring. That was my own mother. Haha. I am the only one whose child cannot resist sleepiness, let alone these students. I feel sorry for them.

“I want to go to the bathroom.” Whisper me to Yuta. I really can't stand my mother's talk. Over dosage with this advice.

“You think I'm a PAUD kid? I can do it myself.”

I then walked over so Mom wouldn't look at me. But maybe he saw it too. I don't know, I don't care.

Arriving outside the hall I stretched my body to expel drowsiness. Ask a passing student about the location of the bathroom.

“Mbak passing to this side only continue.” Show that student.

I followed the student's instructions. And I finally found it too.

Unfortunately, there are many people in line because there is only one bathroom that can be used. While others are broken.

“Is there another bathroom?” I asked a student.

“Lumayan far away, Mbak. It's at the end of the corridor near the basketball court.” Said the student.

I who could not stand the tightness in my stomach immediately walked back according to the instructions of the schoolgirl.

From a distance I could see the basketball court. I kept walking down the corridor until I found the bathroom. It's not hard to find.

I was in the bathroom to finish my wish. I washed my face and fixed the powder on my face.

After being finished and tidy as before, I immediately went out to return to the hall.

“How are you, anyway?! You should be an example of guidance to other children. Not even following them truant like this. You are indeed smart but that does not mean you can behave arbitrarily here.”

I heard there was a male teacher who was scolding some male students. I just smiled. It reminds me of the past. Yuta and I have also experienced it once.

There were a total of four students who were standing with resting positions in place. But I couldn't see the one in the middle because it was blocked by the teacher's back. It seems that in the middle is what is being angered by the teacher.

“Do not challenge you son of the owner of the foundation you can continue to do as you please. The chairman told me to treat you the same as the other students. There can't be any difference. So don't expect you to give me relief because of this problem!” The teacher snarled at the student. Seeing them looking down scared made me feel funny.

Hearing the son of the foundation owner, my curiosity instantly appeared. I want to know how the son of the owner of the foundation where I studied.

“See here! You are third grade! Not long to graduate. Please change that vices!” The teacher was not tired of scolding them. They seemed to obey the orders of the master and each of them raised his face.

I stepped forward to clearly see the face of the son of the owner of the Halim Abhimanyu Foundation. And I'm sorry I did.

There, in front of the teacher, I saw the figure of a person I knew very well. Yes, he is a cloud. Ravana's always stealing my focus.

I was so shocked that I didn't feel like my bag was out of my hand. Perfectly agape stared in disbelief at the figure of the Clouds in the school uniform. My knees were limp, but fortunately I was still able to support my body not to collapse to the floor.

I tried to blink my eyes hoping my visual had mis-captured the image. Butno. I really saw the clouds. That person, really is the Cloud.

The cloud that accidentally saw me made my consciousness forced back. I immediately threw my face away and took my bag off the floor then walked as fast as lightning away from the area. I can only hope that the Clouds don't follow me.

At first glance, I remembered the surprised look from the Clouds when I saw me earlier.

I stopped at one of the walls of the room near the quiet garden. Trying to regulate my breath that was stinged due to the disappointment that erupted. The disappointment slowly became anger. I never thought that Awan was a high school student. A possibility that is very far from my approximate range.