Trapped in Love Razia Pak Police

Part 3

"Alright, kids. Up here to our meeting today. Good afternoon!"

"Your, Buk."

There was the sound of sighs of relief from inside the room. Relieved because the Lecturer killer had gone out.

Shortly after the Lecturer came out, the room became quiet because some had already come out.

Ceisya tidied up his books and put them in a bag.

In his class, none of his friends were familiar with Ceisya. I don't know why the girl doesn't want to get too familiar with her friends unless she's discussing assignments.

And what Ceisya is doing right now is getting out of his class and going to the library to borrow books. A lot of the material he had to learn recalled in a moment the practice exam.

Ceisya wandered around the library looking for books on the subject.

After getting it Ceisya went straight out from inside the library and intended to relax in the park.

The thick books opened as Ceisya's flaky fingers opened pages per page.

His long hair even floated around when it was blown by the wind. What a definition of a charming girl.

"Caisyah."

Ceisya raised his head feeling that someone was calling his name. And sure enough, a neat-looking man was staring at him.

"Disturbing?"

"Little." Ceisya answered honestly.

"May I sit down?"

Ceisya nodded his head. "What's up, Ga?" ceisya asked as he looked towards the front.

"Eummm.it. I'm going to borrow a book because I didn't attend last week. Can you?" ask Rangga a classmate of Ceisya.

"Yes. Be able. But, the book in kosan. Do you want it now or tomorrow? If now let me take it at the boarding house."

"Now." replied Rangga with a sparkling face.

Ceisya tidied up his books and put them in a bag and got up from his seat.

"Where are you going, Shay?" ask Rangga.

"Say you want a book?"

"Yeah!"

Ceisya just shook his head looking at Rangga's behavior. It is no stranger to Ceisya to see Rangga who always tries to chat with him.

Didn't know that it was Rangga's reason to be close to Ceisya.

Once they were in the parking lot, Ceisya immediately took out his motorbike and immediately gas-tanked with Rangga behind him.

"Wait a minute!" ceisya said then went into his boarding while Rangga sat outside. It could be dangerous if he enters, it will be a slander for netizens who are subhanallah.

Not long after, Ceisya came with his book. "Now!" Ceisya.

"Thank you, Shay."

"Together."

"Oh yes. Have you had lunch?"

Ceisya shook his head. He had lunch before and was in the park.

"As a sign of gratitude I'd like to treat you to lunch. Wanna?"

Ceisya weighed Rangga's offer. Hemmm.free. When else try.

"Can. But in a regular food stall, right?" nego Ceisya who is lazy to travel far.

"No problem." reply Rangga no problem. "Would you be together or alone?"

"Himself."

"All right."

Rangga drove his motorcycle to find the nearest food stall from Ceisya kosan.

Rangga stopped his motorbike when he found a food stall that was not far from Ceisya boarding house. Ceisya who saw it also stopped.

While waiting for the order Rangga intends to open their conversation. It feels awkward to just stay silent. Especially Ceisya, don't ask. The girl was cool to enjoy the people who were busy eating meatballs. Yep. They stopped at a food stall that provided meatballs, chicken noodles, and much more.

"Eummmm...Aye."

"Yes?"

"May I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Daughter?" ceisya asked himself while imagining it.

Seeing Ceisya's inertness, Rangga knew that the question made Ceisya uncomfortable.

"It has. Forget it." said Rangga.

Not long after that their order arrived.

"Want me to drive you home?" rangga asked while wiping his mouth using a tissue.

"No need. Go straight home." replied Ceisya.

"All right then. Careful to go home."

"Yes." Yeah."

That night Ceisya intends to find food for him to eat dinner. His stomach has been rumbling due to draining the brain and mind while doing the task.

Ceisya usually cooks by himself. But, because the food is exhausted, Ceisya must be forced to roam at night to find food.

Actually lazy and certainly mager. But his stomach could not compromise. This is where Ceisya is. At the food stall where he belongs. Not the food stall where he ate with Rangga last afternoon.

Ceisya tightened the jacket attached to his body when the cold greeted.

"Oh, Neng?" ask Siti the owner of the food stall while putting a plate containing soto on the table.

"Huf! Yes, Ma'am." replied Ceisya.

"Where is the theme?" ask Siti.

"Go home, Ma'am. He said his brother married." retorted Ceisya.

The friend he was referring to was Reva. Ceisya's best friend who was close to him. They usually travel together everywhere. Reva one University with him. The difference is Reva majored in psychology.

It has been two days Ceisya himself because Reva is still in his hometown.

"Oh, so. The patient, Neng. Let's go back, okay?"

"Yes, Mother. Please."

Ceisya sat alone. These nights Mbak Siti's food stalls are always crowded with visitors. So, no wonder that Mbak Siti is busy at the back. Usually, if the visitors are quiet, Ma'am Siti always accompany Ceisya chatting.

Mbak Siti's food stall is very unique. There are no seats to sit alias lesehan.

Ceisya blew on the still warm rice before it entered his mouth.

The taste of soto sauce when mingling with rice is very appetizing.

The feed per mouthful of rice had gone into Ceisya's stomach and was preparing for execution by digestion.

Before moving home, Ceisya first sat long in place so that the digestive process is smooth.

Ceisya scrolls the screen of his phone while occasionally looking around. Her eyes stopped when she accidentally saw a dreamy teenager looking at the table of other visitors who were busy chatting with her son.

His eyes were so sad. I don't know, when Ceisya saw it it became unbearable. Like something was being held by him.

Being friends with Reva made her know more about psychology. Reva often invites him to go to meet children who are mentally a little disturbed. Not much Reva taught him this.

Ceisya turned off his phone and put it in his pants pocket. Lucky his pants pocket is deep like an ocean. If not, it has been made sure his favorite phone will be scattered somewhere.

As soon as Ceisya approached, the girl immediately ran out. It seems that Ceisya's existence was realized by him.

Seeing the teenage girl running, Ceisya tried to chase after her. However, due to the road too many vehicles passed so Ceisya lost track of it.

It is not known that the girl ran and hid behind a large tree not far from the food stall.

Ceisya. Remembering the look of the teenager.

After a few minutes of searching and not finding it, Ceisya finally gave up. Ceisya decided to return to his boarding house and rest after his stomach was filled.

The shadows of his past instantly appeared on Ceisya's head. When he was a teenager, Ceisya had experienced it. Both of his parents were busy with their work. The mother who was so busy taking care of her flower arrangement business and her father who was always rarely at home because of his business affairs that made her father so rarely at home. Even his father came home only once every two months. Isn't that torturous? Ceisya. It was all for his happiness too. Error, not happiness like that is what he wants.

Since the incident Ceisya who had an accident at his age who was still sitting on the bench of Junior High since then his parents changed. It was all due to the harsh reprimands from his Grandpa and Grandma.

It was like a loud slap that greeted the faces of his parents. They only realized the actions of those who were just busy pursuing worldly affairs. Forgetting that there are a pair of children who need affection and attention.

Ceisya has never lacked anything in material terms. But all she needs is affection.

Now his world has changed. Very happy. Even now it feels like a dream.

Changing fate is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. There must be a new painful event they will realize. A successful person is also not like cooking instant noodles. Sick, falling, getting up, getting up. There are many processes to go through. Cooking instant noodles alone should be full of struggle.

I smile when my heart is not okay. Pretending to be happy in suffering. It is natural and no longer foreign. However, how to react. Should it be treated well or not. Depends human. What we plant is also what we will reap.

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