Why Do Rafka Hate Rumi?

24. Come hug me

3 Months later

Rafka is waiting for her boyfriend who is busy doing his job in class. He looked at his girlfriend with a smile, he was grateful that Rumi did not leave him alone without saying goodbye. After he underwent a critical period 3 months ago, now Rumi has been healthy again and returned to activities like all teenagers in general. Now Rumi sits in class 12, while Rafka class 11— room Rumi class first. Rafka doesn't want to bother her boyfriend, it's better to wait at the door like this. Rumi always wears a pink knit hat made by her mother first. Her hair hasn't come back because it takes time to grow. It had been thirty-five minutes that he waited at the door until Rumi finished his task and only realized that his girlfriend was in front.

"Gosh, why don't you call me anyway? Classes are quiet too" he said as he rummaged through the book in his bag.

"I don't want to bother, is it difficult?"

"Now it's easy" he replied, holding Rafka's hand without any more embarrassment. Even though his heart was always pounding.

"I should have taken it first, dong!!!" His words did not accept.

"Ssttt, noisy. Let's go home."

Rafka was silent. They walk towards the parking lot with their hands constantly clinging, bodo period because no one will see it because the school is quiet.

Rafka put the helmet on Rumi carefully, he also put on his helmet strap, although later he had difficulty breathing, because this was very important.

Rumi who was crossing her arms, her hands were forcibly pulled by Rafka. He always cut Rafka because he felt traumatized riding his bike. "Come hug me" he said.

Rumi chuckles. "Fear very, o'm."

That remark'om' made Rafka widen his eyes. "Did? Do I look like an om-om?" Plain asking.

"Misheard you. Come on, baby, let's go home." His words further tightened the circle of his embrace on Rafka's stomach. Things like this are so happy.

"Raf, I have something to ask you. It really bothered me as long as we were dating, not more precisely since I liked you."

"Yes what?"

"I'll see your bike every day in the parking lot, if your bike is there, you come in. If nothing, it means you are not in. But I often find you are not coming in. I know you use this bike more often, if your bike is black I don't know the license plate number. That was before, long before we were dating."

Rafka laughs. "Somewhere? Hmm sometimes I'm the same nebeng danu, zainul, sometimes also not enter because there is an interest."

"What interests? But in your absence, do you feel sick? You get sick often."

Rafka did not answer. He's speechless. It was silent for a very long time even when it reached the front of Rumi's house. Rumi did not ask him again because he understood Rafka would feel depressed.

"Aren't you stopping by?" Take it while taking off his red helmet, just like Rafka's. Rafka deliberately bought him a helmet similar to his.

Rafka shook her head then, smiling. "I'll just go home, if I've already chatted you." Rumi nodded then waved her hand.

"Honey," called out to her as Rumi was about to turn around and enter.

"Yes?" Rumi turned around again to face her boyfriend.

The look on her face was like hiding a tremendous sadness, Rumi could see it—because Rumi could read someone's character even from the expression on her face. "Tomorrow to go for a yuk walk?"

***

 

Today Rumi left school trying to ride her motorcycle. Without informing Rafka, he leaves very early so that if Rafka picks him up later, the guy can leave immediately without waiting for Rumi. He tried to eliminate his trauma, because he did not want to be shackled continuously by the feeling of trauma.

Arriving in class, he was the first to arrive. Rather than getting bored, Rumi did her less-than-completed task. Mathematics he worked on. Physics is fighting for. Chemistry he understood and Rafka he was loyal. He believes Rafka is very loyal to him. Then came Krishna who did not usually come very early. Their benches are still the same, they're still my friends.

"ASSALAMUALAICUM!" His shouting.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Don't yell, I'm the only one here. Cres number 10 is hard?" Point it out while handing out his maths assignment book. 

Kresna looked carefully. "Actually, I'm not finished at all. I copy it first, right? Go while I correct." Krishna takes out a rough math book, then picks up Rumi's bullet.

"Lo's a pinter, but why so lazy?"

"I think I understand wee." His ejek. Now Krishna focused on copying and Rumi did not say anything.

Rumi then tidied up the knit hat attached to her head neatly. Then, he exited the classroom looking for fresh air while waiting for his friends to come. This new class is very fresh, because it is in the corner. To the left of the class there is a large field, as well as behind it. The wind is very strong and fresh during the day and evening. He sat down to enjoy the view of the fields. Then came Deya, Jiyan and Jihan.

"Eh, fuck! Nguyen Rafka huh?" Jiyan Temptation. The three of them sat down together with Rumi.

Rumi smiled. "No, I'm not worried now. Where every day I was worried I could not meet him, I was worried he did not come in, I was worried if fitting him again alone. I'm his girlfriend now."

"Yes believe that's been a pro bucin." Deya.

"Oh, different dong. The level is already above this bucin again." Answer Rumi.

"Jiyan - jiyan." Call Firaz their classmates.

Jiyan glanced at the cynics. "WHAT?!" Evil answer.

"Sitting for more than 12 hours a day can increase your risk of death." He said while putting his hand in his pocket. Jiyan, Jihan, Deya and Rumi watched closely.

"Yes I know." Answer Jiyan.

"Let's not die, what if we go for a walk?"

Jiyan stood up and then hit Firaz's arm, her friend's most nosy to her since you entered High School. "Telek koen!" (Tayou) he said. Jihan, Deya and Rumi burst into laughter.

Firaz tried to dodge by running towards the classroom. Of course Jiyan kept chasing after him.

As Firaz continued to run around in circles inside the classroom, he expressed his feelings. "Jiyan, I know you are now single, you have broken up with your upperclassman at that time? So, I want you to be my girlfriend? You want to, right? I guarantee you won't be as sad as my sense of humor."

Jiyan stopped, "Why is that? How very funny you." He rubbed his tears that suddenly fell, because he remembered his former lover.

Firaz. "Eh, sorry. Am I wrong?" Firaz immediately approached Jiyan. Approached her gently, then stroked the girl's back. "I'm sorry, did I miss you?"

Not many children see them, as most are busy copying math tasks. "WHY ISN'T THERE A ROMANTIC MOMENT FOR ME?" He cursed quickly.

Firaz was touched, he then hugged Jiyan. Rumi and her two friends saw it at the door and could only shake their heads.

Firaz then whispered in Jiyan's ear. "So, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Jiyan chuckled in that embrace. "Yes, hehehe."[]