The text of the Raktara.

episode 23's.

I sent a message to the mortal that I had gone to the campus first. Last night they stayed home, we will be on vacation starting from tomorrow morning.we went to the villa owned by the tantenya vina. he said there was very comfortable and there was no noise at all. I would be healthier if the streets and vacation with my family and my two friends. actually I wanted to ask nina and dawn to come with me but I'm not sure because if they leave everything won't be all right.

"assalamualaikum" my regards to nina.

"walaikumsalam for those who want to vacation tomorrow" he mocked with a happy smile.

"what dawn?"

"eh again go to the perpus a little while back" he explained

"wrong?"

"don't know"

"hi" said a few men who came to me and nina. me and nina just smiled without returning her greeting. I only know 1 of them, I only know 1 of them, jamal is someone who used to be good friends with ka ilham but suddenly did not get along anymore.I've heard it from nina and dawn during the exhibition ka ilham at that time.

"eh lo jana right? a few months ago you were picked up by another man and yesterday I saw the same way ilham.lo cheating well inspired? want to nga tonight? watch me." he said. I don't know what he's talking about.I don't think it's important I won't face.

"don't you just say yes lo" nina was annoyed but I held her wrist.

"you don't have a problem, do you? so now you're looking for trouble. you know what? why do you have problems? because Allah loves you because God is tired of having to forgive people who have made many mistakes." I said to him. my heart did hurt but because it wasn't right I chose to pull nina and leave them. We went to the cafeteria to buy her a drink.

"jan.. you know papa?" ask nina.

"gue nga papa, not important as well" I said without reaction.

"how about tomorrow's trip?"

"well gituu.we go to the house of vina first make a permit.trus shopping and directly to the villa."

"hopefully well..and you just calm down, as long as you go all your business on our campus that takes care of. okay?"

"thanks yeah.."

"relax it"

I drank two sips of water and adjusted my breath while Nina was looking for her phone in the bag.

"uh uh? 5 Calls from dawn?" nina was shocked

"5 calls?" I asked again. nina tried to call dawn but not answered. I also took my phone and looked at my screen. there were 10 calls and 1 message.

"the inspiration brantem salamal jamal" the short message immediately made me pull nina without explaining to nina what happened.we ran to the place where I was harassed earlier.

and I instantly removed my grip from nina's wrist as I saw the two who were still fighting.

dawn saw me, I immediately signaled to dawn to separate them. After a pause I walked towards the inspiration and took him away from the crowd.

we sat in the park near the mosque.I took out the P3k box that I always carry everywhere.I looked at the face of the inspiration that looks very lebab.His hands were also bleeding.

"shut your eyes. do not open even though it hurts" I said, because it will cause slander if some people see us looking at each other.

"don't worry too much. I can take it myself" I'm inspired to take the alcohol and cotton from my hands as I want to wash the wound.

"it turns out you're gantle." I said.

"meaning?"

"the gantle cowboy is the guy who faces the rich man jamal nga use energy but use thought.while the weak man is a guy who pretentious to dig a blow." I obviously smiled at him forcibly.

"whatever" he replied.

"eh btw, this week I'm going on vacation with my family. and about-" suddenly you're inspiration to cut my conversation

"it's okay. about that month. nga papa kok"

"okay"

"cock laughs."

"it's funny."

"what's so funny?"

"not anything😁" she still just smiled like crazy while looking at me. I just threw away my gaze.

after treating the wounds of inspiration, we went straight to the faculty to meet dawn and nina. I also immediately say goodbye to them because during this week I will not be with them and ask them if there is something that should be there I immediately contact me.

I saw my phone which turned out to be a message from my mother that my family was in the mall to just buy whatever was needed while in the villa. I ordered an ojek online to get home faster.my senses have not yet recovered even though I want to taste the delicious food.but God still gives this disease to me.

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"assalamualaikum" my greeting upon entering the house.

"walaikumsalam renjana" compact vina and mortal.

"why are you two again?" I asked when I saw a very messy kitchen.

"taraaa" they shouted happily, bringing ramen which they had made.

"nihh cobainn. ramen vina and mortal" said mortal and they both look excited.

I sat down and took a spoon to try their cooking.

I don't know what's on their minds.they forget or they remember it, you know. After eating it I feel still the same as other foods.it's so bland there's no taste whatsoever.

"how? good nga?" asked vina. and I nodded slowly.

"really? ahhh finally our struggle is in vain" continued vina.

"cobain dong" mortal took the ramen I was eating.

"can't. This is for me so you can't eat" I refused. they must be disappointed.

"what the hell jan, we also want to try our cooking. actually nga vin?" continued mortal and I just let the two of them eat their cooking.

and the result was very bad.after eating it mortal and vina ran to the bathroom and spewed out the food they made earlier.

"janaaaa, pricein anyway pricein but nga that is also the time. ramen is very salty and spicy" said vina but I just smiled.

"astaga.. jan." said mortal.maybe the mortal just realized it.

"your sense of feeling has not yet recovered?" he continued and I nodded.

"sorry. sorry bangettt. we totally forgot."

"forget or intentionally?" I was just kidding.

"what the hell.swear by God we forget, right?" mortal looked at vina to convince.

"its okay. "

"okay. skarang lo break above well. later we follow.we want to settle first"

I walked to the room when I was told to take a calendar and count how many days I would go by inspiration.

bismillah...