Why Do Rafka Hate Rumi?

23. You are the best of the good

Rafka opened his guitar bag that he was carrying earlier, Rumi was now able to sit down. He was ready to see his girlfriend singing. Her smile was happy. Rafka was sitting in his chair earlier but, a little he took off. Then, he started it.

🎵You can ignore me

And assume I don't exist

But it won't change my feelings

To you

I'm sure one day

Everything will happen

You'll love me

And never will let me go

I want to accompany you

I want to love your shortcomings

Always be ready to be happy

Whatever happens

I promised I existed

You can stay away from me

But I believe

You'll love me

And never will let me go

I want to accompany you

I want to love your shortcomings

Always be ready to be happy

Whatever happens

I promised I existed

I want to accompany you

I want to love your shortcomings

I'm willing to get hurt

For you always

"yeay," Rumi clapped. "I just found out you can sing the same guitar, I thought you were very quiet and anti-social so, definitely not playing so an."

Rafka put the guitar back. "Nake anti-social. I like hanging out with my friends everywhere."

Rumi asked for the guitar, "Here's the guitar. I want to sing too. It's good."

Rumi grabbed her guitar. Before that, he asked Rafka something. "What do you really want to love me even though I'm this bald?"

Rumi just kept quiet and strummed her guitar. She then sang Sheila on 7 - the most beautiful award I have ever had. Just like Rafka's dream last week. The beautiful voice of Rumi. And his guitar quotes are very suitable and precise. He was propped up by the chin to see his sweet girlfriend singing. Rumi smiled at Rafka who was crazy.

Unknowingly, it turns out Rafka fell asleep over time. "So, the story is that I'm lullin' on you again?" Rumi stroked Rafka's volumized hair, when she first saw Rafka, wanting to touch her thick hair. Rumi wants to kiss Rafka's cheek but, can't because her body is still hurting. He finally went back to sleep slowly. Then, holding onto Rafka's warm hand. So warm.

When he woke up, Rafka did not realize that he had slept for 3 hours. He could see the still slumbering Rumi and clasped his hands tightly. Rafka smiled and took off the hand slowly. Rafka kisses Rumi's forehead. "Darling, I'm going home first yes, I don't want to wake you up. You will never sleep again."

Rumi did not sleep, she tried to hold back her tears that were about to fall. Until he heard the sound of the door closing again, he dared to open his eyes and shed his tears. He really could not imagine what if he could not come back to life. He had to fight his illness even though the danger was great.

Many friends and people were waiting for his presence to return. He did not want to make his friends sad. Everything has to go back to how it was.

Sometimes you have to be brave to fight danger, for the sake of someone you love. Remembering him who likes Rafka for a long time also makes him not want to give up just like that. He then wiped his tears flowing. But the door suddenly opened. That's Rafka. "Why not sleep?" Her speech.

Rumi tried to smile, but still looked flaky due to her reddened eyes. "The wake."

"Oh, my bike key missed so I'm back." Rafka grabbed the key of the motor that was on the table. "Are you crying?" Ask.

"Who? It's a flickering dust."

"lik! Rumi what are you hiding from me?"

Rafka looked at Rumi, that gaze was an intimidating look. There was no smile on his face. Why does this girl always worry him. Why should he hide his problem, when clearly Rafka is someone he needs to get well soon.

"Rum, answer me. I'm your boyfriend, don't hide anything from me. You should know one thing, your problem is my problem too, Rum."

"I'm not hiding anything from you." Rumi seemed to think for a moment. "I'm just crying for my own poor self."

Rafka breathed a long breath. Then, he hugged Rumi, because Rumi was sitting down. "You'll be well soon, okay? The proof is now that you can sit down. Tomorrow I'll bring you something, after school." Rumi returned her boyfriend's embrace and nodded, Rafka rubbed Rumi's face that was still wet with tears. He then kissed Rumi's forehead again and said goodbye to go home.

"Bye, baby." Rafka waved her hand.

"Bye."

"Rafka you're the best guy of the good. Thank you dear," her inner.

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The feeling that Rafka feels is that she is already deeply in love with Rumi. So, no matter how Rumi would tell him to leave, maybe Rafka couldn't. Comfort is like when we like one shirt, surely the shirt we will wear many times until someone says—bajunya so aja—ya want how, the feeling of comfort is that easy.

Until this moment, when meeting with Rumi. His heart was racing very fast. Until he was always crazy. Rafka exhaled, taking out a motorcycle key and a parking ticket. Then, put on his helmet and get out of this hospital.

With a speed of 20km. Rafka enjoys the ambiance of the streets while looking for something he really needs for now. Until he got to his house, he did not even find what he was looking for. Then, he had an idea because, he knew who was the most appropriate person for this. She is her mother. Rafka asked her mother to make her a pink knit hat.

"For whom?" Ask his mother by removing the fruits that he will cut into pieces to make fresh ice.

Rafka put his helmet on top of the cupboard. "For my girlfriend's mom, she's sick."

Watermelon fruit falling right on the table raises the sound of 'bukkh' his mother's nimble hands immediately grabbed the watermelon that would roll without seeing the watermelon. "Huh? What pain? Why didn't you say mom? Your boyfriend's new again?"

Rafka pulled out the dining table chair and sat there. "Yes, just again. She's a mama accident, only about three days we're dating kept her accident, the time of the first day of the accident, she's really in a critical state. But now God gives him life again."

The watermelon that was ready to be served, Rafka's mother swallowed it until her mouth was full. Then his mother immediately showed a thumb—sign he wanted.

The next day, he brought his mother's wool hat to the hospital, while bringing some fruits from his mother for his future daughter-in-law. A few minutes later, when he got to the front door. He peeked at Rumi's glass door. Rumi was wearing a breathing aid, then safety on his neck so as not to break. And a nurse added a bag of blood for Rumi. Rumi was unconscious. Rafka can't know why or what's wrong with her boyfriend. Then, he went straight inside and accompanied Rumi who was fighting for her life. Rafka shed her tears without feeling very heavy. "Dok, please answer? Why my boyfriend?"

A busy doctor can answer. "We still haven't found the problem, because he hasn't been conscious long enough. The child's family thought the child was resting but it turned out—" the doctor did not answer again because he was busy again.

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