The Love Traces of RAHWANA

Ravana 2.

Today, the lesson hours were empty and I decided to go to the library after changing my clothes. Not to learn. But just cool my body.

I immediately parked my motorcycle in the parking lot in front of the library building.

A library staff who knew who I was, immediately allowed me to enter.

I stopped my steps when I saw ‘Ra’ standing in line in front of the table. Suddenly, his smile immediately expands. Who would have thought I'd find him here?

I decided to wait for him out of the storage room. Then immediately follow him up.

He didn't notice me walking behind him. While I continued to follow him until I entered the room.

When I saw that he was picking up a book from the bookshelf above, I immediately grabbed the book for granted.

“Oh? That's mine.” Said. He looked at me in wonder.

Ah, that look. Her eyes are so beautiful and they have bewitched me.

“But I took it first. So this is mine.” I hold the smile of victory.

I thought he would take it from me. Butno. He asked me to give up because he needed the book so badly.

“Why should I give up? I need this book too. You can find another book.” I don't need that book at all. I was just looking for an excuse to talk to him.

Because it's not funny when I suddenly get her acquainted. It would be better to create an unintentional atmosphere like this.

“But the book no longer exists. Only one left.”

I saw a look of disappointment in her beautiful eyes. It seems like he really needs it.

“Then, you can wait another two days until I return this book.” Gosh darn. What the hell am I saying?

“Can't you lend it to me for a minute? I have to collect my duties tomorrow. I can't wait for you until the day after tomorrow. Please lend me the book for a moment. One hour, no, thirty minutes. Lend me the book for thirty minutes. After that, you can take her home.”

He was trying to negotiate with me. And I smiled because I managed to prolong our business.

“Twenty minutes.” I said again.

He immediately agreed. I handed the book to him. Follow him and take a seat in front of him. I want to look at his face for a long time.

He seemed very serious about his job. In fact, it's been almost an hour since I've been waiting for him and kept watching him. I read a glimpse of the library member's signature card. And it turns out she's a student here.

I knocked on the table to tell him.

“It's been twenty minutes, past thirteen seconds” I said as I tapped my watch.

Obviously I lied. He's been working on it for over an hour.

“What? Did ya? Why so fast? I'm not done yet. Can you wait a minute? Just a little more.”

I've lost to shame. I shouldn't have bothered him and kept waiting for him to finish. So I picked up the book and left there.

After a few steps, I looked at him. It seems he was very frustrated because I took the book. I can't bear to see her confused face.

Buk up!

I dropped the book on the table again. Then sit back where I was.

“Quick finish. I don't have much time.” My only reason is that. I actually have a lot of time.

I was unceasingly looking at his serious face typing something on the laptop. And I hurriedly closed my eyes when I saw the movement of his head directed at me. I pretended to be asleep.

“Excuse me. Oi. I'm done.”

I heard him call me. But my nosy soul appeared. I waited for his reaction later.

Is he gonna wake me up, or just die. I felt him approaching me. And I immediately caught his hand, then opened my eyes.

“I'm up.”

I saw he was surprised by my mischievous actions. His hands are so soft and smooth.

He thanked me for lending the book to him.

He replied, if it was not their love story that was his concern. But the history that exists in that story. Remembering the Ramayana, I became the lightest Ravana.

“Then you must know about Ravana?”

“Of course. Who doesn't know his story?”

And then he started to tell his story. I focused on listening even though I knew the story.

“It's yes, I have to go. Thanks again for the help.”

His words made me stupefied. I want to talk more. But he just left. I haven't even had time to ask her what her name is.

Uh. I can only scratch my forehead. He looked at his back which had disappeared from my sight.

And for two days, I used to go to the library after school. Hope to see him again.

Thankfully, I saw him there today. By the time I arrived, he was already there and was reading a book at one of the tables. I approached him directly.

“Hai. Meet again.” I smiled at him. I also feel strange myself. Why am I smiling at him?

He answered my greeting for a long time. Makes me feel wrong about myself. Shame because it must be considered pretentious while the girl in front of me just silently looked at me in wonder.

Does he not remember me? Not likely. This handsome face is usually very difficult to forget.

“Oh, hi.”

Ah, she still remembers me.

“What's wrong?”

“Doing a task, again. Are you here to return the book?”

A book? What book?

Ah, ja. The book yesterday. I didn't bring the book home. I put it on the return table.

“How do you know?” Stupid question.

“Yesterday you told me. Did you forget?” It's true that he would answer that.

“Ah, so? I don't remember.” The reason I'm dead lice.

This time, I don't want to waste time. I started by asking about its value. He replied that he got good grades thanks to me. I'm glad to hear that.

“But by the way, what's your name?” I was worried waiting for his answer.

“Votes, Intan Kuara.”

My heart was flowing hearing that name. A beautiful name that was not included in my predictions yesterday. It's fitting that his friend calls him ‘Ra’. Ara.

I welcome Ara's hand. And my heart, the more flowers.

“Awan.”

“Awan?” He pointed up. I-i know. He must have remembered the cluster of smoke in the sky.

“Ya, you could say so.”

“Your name is not common.”

I-i know. He must have been surprised to find out my real name.

“So, Clouds, do you enjoy the story of Ramayana and Sinta?”

I don't know. I didn't read that book. I need to find another reason.

“Not really. I'm more interested in Ravana.”

“Rahwana?

I explained my reasons. A completely fabricated reason on the basis of a story I've heard. I put Ravana as a tragic man because his love is not fulfilled. Those words just came out of my mouth.