The text of the Raktara.

episode 18's

week pass.

dad was allowed to go home yesterday afternoon, and tonight bang raka and jaka will be living with my family. It's hard for dad, mom and ka meta to ask me to allow it. until the night that I went around my city. I went to some places that made me able to find my peace.I thought about many things, trying to accept the presence of a jaka who would be accustomed to hearing his voice at home. and also a face that has been missing for the past 5 years.

and I decided they would stay here but don't talk to me if it doesn't matter, I told them when I decided to accept them.

I just entered the cafe owned by the father of my friend. It has been almost a month I did not take the time to stop by. regarding the sense of taste, thank God has improved. I routinely take medication by letting my brain not think about things.

"assalamualaikum" my greeting to Denis who is making 1 coffee.

"walaikumsalam. just look jan, where aja ha?" ablaze

"gue is busy. oh well.. cappucino without sugar one. in an ordinary chair." I said straight away.

I sat in seat number 10, a chair I used to sit in. I pulled out a few books for me to read and a book for something that was in my brain.

"sugarless cappucino." Denis came to take my order and sat down next to me. I drank one gulp and I felt the oddity in my drink.

"denis. this nga according to my order. taker same person times.. I do not use cream trus why taste sugar so much?" my nag.

"really?" he said then drank my drink.

"it looks like my same taper, got me bitter." I looked at someone who continued my conversation and denis. when I looked at it turned out he was a inspiration.

"inspiration." I said, and you just smiled at me.

"what the hell is this?" continued

"sorry jan, I just got cut off my girl" he replied and I hit her with my book.

"personal problems do not need to be related to cooperation.want me report bokap lo?"

"your threats are very horrified jan.okelah I replace. sorry well mas. I change it." he said.

"may I sit with you?" ask ka ilham.

"please." I reply.

"how? same problem rafkana?" I immediately looked at him cynically for what he asked my problem which was clearly not his business.

"have no need to know" I replied spontaneously.

"this is very similar to me. btw, call me elo aja nga need to use ka ilham or me. too much."

"okay." lebai? it was polite not to let him out of my sight now.

"menan yuk." take her and I chuckle.

"the victory? what the hell." I said.

"yes. we don't get along. and you are also often the same as me because 1 mistake aja. why?"

"gue emang nga seneng same lo, snobs, cool ass, power snobs, pretentious, pretentious, pretentious, angry, pretentious and many more" to the point I.

"honestly." I was surprised when I said so much about him.

"must be as bad as any result better honest."

"okay. I also nga seneng same lo. smart, pretentious, strong, pretentious, attractive, pretentious, pretentious, do not know thank you, can not smile, can not smile, can't handle anything, never be happy, don't like to laugh and hate me." I was silent to hear the painful honesty.feel in the same judge people who don't know about our lives.

"cowardly" he said and I really wanted to punch him.

"what did you say?"

"cowardly, dare not accept the honesty of others.he said it is better to be honest.ok kemakan talk just now." ihhhhhh I want to scream.but I try to calm down.

"jan, come on." cried denis from the checkout

"if you know what is silent, at first I thought you were good but I was wrong. Initially I thought someone from a broken home family could be fine. it turns out the problem is not too widespread." I said and left in front of him. I don't want to say that but I have to say it because being honest is better.

"why lo?" ask denis.

"what about papa. trus lecture?" my many.

"ok well. I think after you go to college at UIN lo will become rich ustadza that. in the sense of tomboy lo lost."

"the idea has changed but.."

"but?"

"turn back" I said and Denis laughed at me.

"there has been a long time on the stage that no one sings. and no one plays guitar too, ride a gih." invite denis, I have not been singing while playing guitar. my guitar has been slammed since 5 years ago because bang raka. and I also rarely sing. at most just drink the same play to the house denis. almost 2 years was I did not sing.

"males."

"well, my guitar is in a normal place."

"okay." I walked up the stage and picked up Denis's guitar. I was a little nervous sitting where I used to sit. I introduced myself and the song I was going to sing. I play a song belonging to a sincere entitled shoes. Sincere is one of the singers I admire. Every song has a story and always a winner in the hearts of the community. I played with a plan that I called 'acoustics by jana'. Happy shoes are simple.

'love indeed many formsaa maybe not all can unite' the last sentence or lyrics of the song belongs sincerely I have sung. I immediately beramit and came down from the stage to meet denis

"yeay finally" girang denis.

"what the hell.."

"i'm back, yeah." I said.

"trus cappuccino?"

"don't.nih I pay all the men who sit in my place." I continued.

"who the hell is he?, from earlier on you keep let alone fit lo singi."

"no one really. I first well. assalamualaikum."

"walaikumsalam"

I walked out of the cafe waiting for a taxi or an angkot to pass. I waited almost 20 minutes but no taxi was empty.

"jan.." call me inspiration. I don't look at him but I recognize his voice.

"lo meningan go deh. I do not like to squirm lo. if you just want to talk that makes sense mending nga need. waste time know nga. I wonder the same lo, lo, you want us to cement but you yourself who make me think that we nga pantes temenan. ham, learn dong so a silent person without having to judge . I'm used to being looked at badly by others, so I'm quite me." I explained. I walked ahead of him who was still silent about my words.

"sorry jan." he shouted.

"no need. assalamualaikum." pamitku. I called denis and asked him to take me home. shortly after waiting, Denis came with his motorbike and drove me home. even on the way home I was still thinking of the words of inspiration.