The Second Rani

She She She She

She She She She

"Rania, how dumb?" lingga's hands waving in front of my face.

"Eh.. huh? What's?" I was shocked.

"You're not?"

"Ehm .... Yes, sorry .... I'm not focused."

I am at peace with my heart.

I've got this weird thought in my head, the worst chance I don't care about it. I'll be water now, just flow. Following the current that is in front of the eyes. Without having to think about it, could it be that there is a huge rock ahead there. Or even, in front there is the tip of a high cliff, until the water that all flows calmly, forced to be a waterfall down. Whatever's gonna be there later, I'm gonna go through.

My heart, mind, and heart have gone hand in hand. I fixed the hair around my ears and was about to put my hand on the table, but it turned out ....

Accidentally, my hand landed right above the hand of the Ringga. Both of our hands touched. We looked at our fingers as if we were holding on. One second, two seconds. He will slowly grasp it. But before that happened, I pulled my hand quickly.

Linga realized that. I don't want to deal with my friends anymore if I do this in class. I don't want to be friends talk when I'm not in class. I will not repeat the same mistake.

"You're out of class?" ask Ringga.

I'm nodding.

"Cold right? Nih! Put on my jacket." tell him.

I received his jacket which I thought would definitely be in my body. Although confused because I did not feel cold at all, I still followed his request without much protest.

He took me for a walk in the classroom corridor. In almost all classes there are lots of friends. Some are busy chatting, playing HP, laptops, even running around. Yes, indeed the High School will pass things a little childish to comfort his satiety.

On the last day of this orientation period, is the peak of the welcoming event of new students. Each class at level three makes a food bazaar. Classes in level two will join their respective excursions, to make a bazaar promoting their excursions to attract the hearts of the underclassmen. Yup, right! Today the first class becomes the king and his queen.

We had already walked away from the row of first-class rooms. Suddenly Lingga put a hoodie over my head.

"Kok suddenly?" many wonder.

"Udah, just look ahead. Down too may, hehehe.." she replied.

I feel weird, I wear a leather jacket and a hoodie on my head like this. Then Ringga tidied my hair a little messy because it was covered in hoodie.

Surprisingly, he smiled. It has a big question mark inside my head. Then we walked again.

"Hm... Rania, can you?" tanyakanya.

"What?" my answer.

Then his index finger was slightly touched on my finger. I haven't responded to anything. Still continue the road even slowly. From one finger, two fingers, three fingers, slowly but surely and four, then five fingers. His five fingers were holding on to my fingers. I greeted him with my hands.

Deg, deg, deg!

The sound of my heart suddenly beating so excitedly. Starting from the fingers, then radiating to all the body. The vibe, the beauty, the sweetness even felt at the tip of my tongue.

We're holding hands. Yeah, very closely. As if one of us would never let go. Swing our hands, in line with our steps. Slow down, tap tap tap. It was like there was a rhythm of music accompanying us both.

I am really happy today. I held my laughter. I was too embarrassed to look at him at this moment. I only dared to glance at him from the right end of my eyes.

Ringa... He's the same as me. Down face. She put a little smile on her lips. My heart says to look at his face. But my mind says, not Rania... You'd be so drunk today if your eyes were full of his face.

I now know what it means to tell Raja to wear his jacket, even covering part of my face with his large hoodie.

So that he may be with me. No need to worry about gossiping my friends behind my back. Ah, nevermind! I don't want to think about that right now. It will only be a thorn in my current happiness.

We enjoyed these walks, still holding hands in a friendly manner. Walk in the food bazaar area belonging to the upperclassmen at level three. Sometimes we stop by, taste it, and buy it. It was Ringga who kept paying for the snacks we bought, because his right hand was still free to move. While my right hand is still tightly knitted with his left hand. In fact, for a meal, she so sweetly bribed me. Several times our eyes looked at us, and we ignored them.

Arrived at the second level of the bazaar. There are exkul scouts, PMR, music, padus, dance, painting, theater, and various sports. The front row there is an OSIS sister stand, which welcomes us. I still remember one of the sisters who didn't know whose name, who yesterday on the first day embarrassed me for the same name Rani. He seems to remember me a little. He looked at my face, then glanced at my hand which was tightly clung to the hand of Ringga.

Looks like OSIS' brother is about to stop our steps. But we just passed by regardless of him. But it turned out that a clap on Lingga's right shoulder stopped us. Lingga spontaneously turned his head and let go of his hand.

"Hi bro's... Your girl?" ask the brother.

"If so, why?" firmly Ringga.

"Gue I think you're Rani. So, can Rani donk her for me?" ask again with a grin.

"Whatever!" ringga said while holding me again, and left.

"Oh, Leo's brother."

"I don't like him."

"Rubber! Don't like her. I like it too!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha" my laughter broke just like that. Yes, Lingga, I will like you. He also laughed, so anxious, he pinched both of my cheeks. Surprisingly, it did not hurt, it was even amused in the corner of my heart.

"Letas ah Ringga, shy to know seen the cement." said me while blushing.

"Laughter keep going ..., I like it! Make gemes know?"

"No want! Later every day you nyubitin kayak gini." I answered while singing lips.

"Eh ... Rania, go yuk!" Ringga pointed at a stand with a small stage. There sat a guy with his guitar.

"Ehm, is everything ready? What song do you want to request?" said the guy with the microphone.

Some of the girls sitting in the front seat mentioned some song titles. Honestly, call each other a song title that is quite familiar to our ears.

I brought Ringga closer, wanting to know what song he was going to sing. The seats in front of the stage were all filled. There were only a few seats, only about twenty. We who did not get a chair, just look at it by standing on the edge, and circling the right stage in the middle.

"Okey, this song I dedicate to someone who is here" he said with a smile.

Jreng... The guitar began to sound. I can't wait to hear what song he's going to listen to.

Finally, I finally found it

The face that changed my world

Make myself really mean it

No stop chasing his charms

I'll give you the best

Tuk proved his love for him

She's She's the love I've been waiting for

He He is He, complete my life

He is He is, love that can afford

Accompanying me coloring my life

(Afgan: He's him he is)

Everyone enjoyed the song. Some were clapping, even singing along as well.

On the sidelines he looked at his guitar keys, he also set his gaze focused on one point. I don't know why I feel like he's looking at me. I looked to the left right. Maybe there's someone she knows around me.

"You know him?" ask Ringo suddenly.

"No, meet this new one. Why?" I asked back.

Spontaneously, the Ringga pulled my body behind his body. It was as if he was blocking something that was in front of him.

"Ringga, what the hell? Wanna see it.." I whine.

"Can't... Anyway, no." he insisted.

What the hell is Ringga? Inner irritated. Why do you think, what happened?

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