The Love Traces of RAHWANA

Ravana 1.

I'm Ravana.

Yeah, you guys didn't hear me wrong. My name is Ravana. The story, Ravana Abhimanyu. The eldest son and only son of Daniyal Abhimanyu and Radina Putri. I have a younger sister, her name is Maiga who is still sitting on the bench 3 bc.

My mother loved the characters in history. One of them is Ravana. That's why I'm named that.

I'm still in school. Class 3 SMA. But my posture has grown beyond my actual age.

People say I'm handsome, athletic, and dashing. Sure oes. I'm well-off in terms of nutrition.

“Mas. Come onl... Take me to Beringharjo. I want to find batik fabric for the masterpiece.” Whine Maiga to me one week morning.

“Ask Mr. Yusman to drive you.”

Sunday is my great day. The day I usually don't want to be disturbed and will do anything as I please. Whether it's sleeping all day, playing games, or just going out hanging out with my friends.

“Mas... But Mr. Yusman is driving Mama to the airport.”

“Then wait for him to come home. After that, ask to take you there.”

“Alright then. Ahhh, when is Mama coming home, huh?? Suddenly I want to tell you.” Said Mai who threw herself on the sofa in front of me.

“What story?”

“News that all this time Mas just pretended to go to the library while going to wander is unclear.”

He threatened me.

“Awas only if you dare to say Mama.” I threatened him back.

“Beringharjo.” His words then made a movement as if he was buttoning his mouth with his hands.

I had no choice but to give up.

“But ride motor only.” My forced.

Although grumbling, but Mai still went up on my bike.

Arriving at Beringharjo, I who became Mai's impromptu bodyguard only followed him around the market to find the cloth he wanted.

This is why I was lazy to accompany him shopping. The choice is very complicated. He's been around twice but still hasn't found what he wants. My legs are starting to ache because I keep following them. Plus it should be crowded with other visitors.

I stood behind Mai who was asking something to the seller at one of the cloth shops. I choose to play mobile while occasionally paying attention to what he is doing.

But all of a sudden, I heard he was making a fuss with another visitor and fighting over something.

“Sorry, Ma'am. But I used to choose it.” Mai resolutely.

“Enak. I have chosen this one.”

“Enak. The mother just came. I've been here.” Mai began to raise her voice.

“I came first. I just go there for a minute.” The woman's client also insisted.

“No. Anyway this is mine.” Mai pulled the fold of the cloth and held it firmly.

Continue, Mai. I like to see the commotion. Hahaahaha.

Sruutts!

Mai's opponent managed to pull and snatch the cloth from Mai.

“Mbak buy another dong.”

“There is no more. Stay this only.” Said the seller who seemed confused to see two customers fighting over one cloth.

Opponent, Mai. Opponent. I shone Mai in my heart. I love seeing this commotion.

But, over time, things got worse. Mai who started it first by pulling the arm of her opponent's shirt hard. And the struggle happened. Causing people to swarm in to see what happened.

Seeing the conditions that are not conducive, I intend to separate them.

“See. You become a spectacle of the crowd. Shy.” He still scolded his friend.

While the rags that became a snatch had been torn and trampled on the floor.

“Do you really need that cloth?” Ask the girl to Mai. I saw Mai nod.

“I have to make a masterpiece for schoolwork.” Answer Mai.

“You heard that? He needs it much more than you.”

I who was standing behind the girl was still watching them.

“How is this? The fabric is broken.” The girl came back. “Oh yes. How about I give you this?” The girl reached into her bag then gave the cloth with the exact same motif as the one that became the scramble.

“But it's yours, Ra.” Friend says.

“It's okay. I don't need it very much. These. Just you. Take.” The girl gave her cloth to Mai.

“Thanks, Mbak.”

“Sama-sama. Sorry to interrupt.” Then he said to the visitors there. Then, the beautiful girl pulled back her friend's arm and left from there.

“Keep, what about my broken cloth?” Ask the seller to look upset.

“Let me pay for it.” I immediately pushed and disbursed 100 thousand fractions of money as much as four pieces.

“It's a lot, Mas. The price is only 200 thousand.” The seller returned two pieces to me.

“It's okay, Mom. Just save more. Sorry my sister has caused a commotion.”

I immediately grabbed the damaged cloth from the floor and left from there. Mai followed away.

Arriving outside, I immediately threw the broken cloth into the trash because it could no longer be used.

“Mas! Wait!” Mai yelled at me who kept walking leaving her behind.

When we got on the bike, I saw the figure of the girl from behind the glass of my helmet. They're sipping some ice near the parking lot. The girl seemed to fix the hair of her friend who was disheveled due to the jam by Mai earlier.

“Why not leave yet?” Ask Mai from behind.

Then, I immediately took my motorcycle off the parking lot. Arriving home, I immediately protested to Mai. In my opinion, his behavior is very childish.

Actually, he's still a kid.

“You are embarrassing. You can budge and we can look elsewhere why fight over it?” My move while throwing the body on the sofa of the family room.

“Have not had time, Mas.” Reason Mai. He immediately went into his room.

I continued playing mobile. The shadow of the beautiful girl laughing in the parking lot bothered me a lot. I want to know her.

Not wasting any time, I re-plugged the gas to the Beringharjo market parking lot. I must be crazy.

Unfortunately, I did not find the girl there anymore. Looks like they're gone.

Ra's. His friend called him, Ra.

And all the way home, I kept repeating that name in my head.

Ra's.

Ra who? I also try to combine various names with the suffix ‘Ra’. But, somehow I felt that nothing suited the girl.

“Mas from where?” Mai asked who was eating her lunch.

I just shut up. Lazy answered. I went into the room and decided to play a game.

But that name, it still keeps ringing in my head. Sweet smile.

Does she have a boyfriend?