POV Raka: Irza?

I, Irza, and also Laskar suddenly frowned when we saw Jeri stop his steps when he almost reached the door of class XI.IPA2. 

"Why?" The questions asked by Irza were more than adequate to represent what was on my mind and maybe in the minds of Laskar too.

"All of you, don't forget that there is a meeting for social services tonight." Hearing what Jeri said, I suddenly slapped my forehead.

How could I, who incidentally is the Chairman of the Oscar Gang, could forget the routine agenda that we do once a month. 

"Why, Ka?" asked Irza who was actually the most sensitive person among the four Oscar Gang leaders who attended SMA Nusantara Bakti.

I tried to neutralize my heartbeat when I heard Irza's question. If in this world there are people outside my family who have high telepathy to me, I will definitely show them to Irza.

"No really," I explained, not daring to bring my beads to Irza.

"You're coming, right, Ka?" This time it was Laskar who asked me. Can I really refuse the question that Laskar just asked me? Of course, like it or not, like it or not, I have to keep going. Here I am the leader. 

"Come with me," I answered of course after neutralizing my beating heart. "Then Rara? You want to go with him, right?" Irza does have a very high level of telepathy, the sensitivity she has is the most unquestionable thing.

Maybe it's a hereditary trait from the Atmadja family that has now passed down well on him. 

"I just dropped him." Irza then nodded her head when she heard what I just said. Not only Irza, Laskar and Jeri also moved their heads up and down when they heard what I just said.

"Okay!" Now Jeri has completely disappeared, no longer reachable in the eyes of the three of us. For tonight I really have to be smart in dividing my time. Oscar Gang or Aurora, but one thing's for sure, neither is currently an option for me.

Both of them have very important meaning in my life. How not, Oscar Gang is my family and Aurora is my place to come home to. Although in the end the universe gave me a very big slap.

I can't deny that many hopes are now just wishful thinking. This of course tells the story of a difference that is too painful. In this story, Rara and I are only given two choices by the universe: survive or give up on differences?

Maybe my intelligence in the academic world can not be equated with my intelligence in the world of romance. I still persisted, even though the answer to this story was very real, even before Rara and I were involved in the feelings that were holding us back, the answer was that this feeling was a forbidden feeling because the universe would not give us its blessing.

My singing and Rara's prostate reading are two things that will never sound in sync. Rara, who sat on the prayer rug with her hands outstretched and I stood in front of the altar, gripping my hand tightly, and the most painful part was that we had the same amen with different faiths.

Rara and I are really close, but unfortunately we don't hug each other. The difference between us was so real, it was Rara who studied the hadith while I was baptized.

With all the differences so obvious, what else should I expect from this story? Wishing to unite with all these all too real differences? It was the most difficult thing for me and Rara to do, too many things had been sacrificed.

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The sky had now completely darkened, blanketed in moonlight and bathed in starlight, but I didn't have much time to look up at the sky tonight.

I'm being chased by time. There was Oscar Gang and also Rara waiting for me in a different place. To get to Rara's house, I don't need to drive my sport motorbike at a high speed because my house and Rara's are only a separate road.

That's how close Rara and I are, but if you look at it from a different angle, Rara and I will look very far away, even if we run we won't be able to be together.

Ting Tong....

I pressed the bell next to the main door of Rara's house. Quiet and silent? Perhaps those two words are the most appropriate to describe how the condition of the house that I am currently stepping on is.

CRACK!

It didn't take long for the door to the house to open, and my shoulders slumped when I saw that it wasn't Rara who opened the door for me, but Sarni.

The ART, according to Rara, has devoted herself to Dimitri's family since the woman I loved was a baby.

"Find Rara huh, Ka?" For the questions asked by  Sarni, I just moved my head up and down alternately as a form of justification. 

"Rara is still getting ready, Ka." I had already guessed that this would definitely happen. If you ask me to name one of the weaknesses that Rara has and it always makes me grumble, then I can make it very clear that it is her stubborn nature.

Rara is a person who understands the power of late. I don't know where Rara got such an understanding because as far as I know this family, Uncle Surya is a very disciplined person.

"Raka came in first!" Sarni then backed away to give me a small opening to enter the Dimitri Family's house.

"Thank you," I said with a sweet smile that I gave to Sarni.

"What do you want to drink, Ka?"

"Whatever," I answered briefly, concisely, and also clearly. I certainly don't want to trouble Sarni any more than this. If I was given the chance to guess who would appear first, whether Sarni or Rara, then I would make my choice.

BINGO!

What I guessed was that the one who appeared in the end was Sarni, so I wondered what preparations Rara was making? She wanted to go to a bookstore instead of going camping. If it's like this I feel I have to intervene directly.

After taking a sip of orange juice made by Sarni, I decided to ask Sarni's permission to go to Rara's room.

Maybe the middle-aged woman who had devoted herself to the Dimitri Family believed that I wasn't a man with the talent to be a masher so she had no other choice but to let me into Rara's room.

I took long and hasty steps and took my steps to the second floor of this house. It's not difficult to find Rara's room on the second floor, there is a hanger with Patrick's motif in front of her room and there is Rara's writing.

"Not done yet, Ra?" I asked with my chest in front of her bedroom door, which had never been closed from the start.

I can see very clearly that what I said actually surprised Rara, her shoulders lifted up. 

"Can you do it, don't be surprised?" asked Rara with an expression that wanted to devour me alive.

"No," I answered without thinking. Hearing the answer I gave, Rara could only roll her eyes lazily.

And the expression shown by Rara is always an expression that I want to see every time, an expression that always makes me fall in love with the same person, Aurora Bilqis Paramitha.

"Here I tie!" I ordered while bringing my two long legs to the sofa in Rara's room. 

"Sorry!" Rara squeaked slowly.

"You don't have to say sorry, it's your job to trouble me, right?" I replied, still focusing on reminding Rara's shoelaces.

"I always bother you, Ka." Hearing what Rara said I then brought my head up, looked up at my two eyes looking at the woman who only I love without being able to have it.

"I like being bothered, Ra."

"Provided?" Then my brow furrowed when I heard what Rara just said.

"As long as what?" I asked with lines of confusion that I couldn't understand what was going on in Rara's mind right now.

Yes, maybe the definition of a complicated woman is true. And it is also attached to Rara. 

"You want me to bother as long as what?" asked Rara to clarify what she wanted to know.

"There are no conditions Ra. You know why?" Rara just shook her head at what I said. And that was more than enough to make me understand that Rara didn't understand what I was asking just now.

"After mom and dad, you are the priority in my life, Ra." An unexpected response was then given by Rara to me to respond to what I said.

"You have to realize, Ka. Now different, we are not the same." I had to fight as hard as I could when the words that came out of Rara's mouth made me feel how painful it was to be skinned alive.

"As long as it's just a matter of time, stay by my side. Be the best support system for each other." I saw that there was a twinkle full of compassion in Rara's eyes.

"Are you ready?" I asked, cupping Rara's cheeks at this time.

"Whatever it is as long as you're with me I'm always ready, Ka."

"Already!" I said after I finished tying Rara's converse shoes. Rara is indeed the definition of the second most beautiful woman in my life after Khanza Amiyra—my mother.

"Pull!" She ordered me. Rara then held out her hand to me. This girl in front of me does have a list of hobbies that interfere with my life, but no matter what Rara's behavior in front of me will not dethrone her in my heart. 

"What are you riding? Motorcycle or car?" I asked Rara after I managed to make her get up from her seat.

Rara didn't immediately answer my question, she needed some to decide what to ride with? 

"Just let the motorbike go fast," She answered without me being able to catch the slightest doubt in him.

"As your choice baby," I said with a wide smile that I hid. Rara and I then walked towards the main door, actually I wanted to ask, but keeping Rara's feelings was always one of the main priorities in my life when she came to give a different color than before.

"Daddy is still in the office and Aiden is at Uncle Badai's house." Both the bases of my shoulders lifted slightly when I heard the words that came out of Rara's mouth.

Yes, that's the question I've always wanted to ask him.

"You can speak up, Ra. After all, you are a child who also has rights over your parents." Rara seemed to disagree with what I said.

"Daddy has met my needs, it's more than enough, Ka. Trust me, Ka. What I already have is still a dream for some people out there." That's my Aurora, she always looks special when seen from a different angle. 

CIT!

An eyebrow rose when he saw a sports motorbike stopped right in front of Rara's house. And the part that I don't understand the most is that the bike is a familiar motorbike to my eyes. I'm really familiar with this green ninja motorbike. When the person riding the motorcycle took off his full face helmet, my eyes suddenly widened as if they wanted to jump out and my heart could be said to be beating in a bad condition. 

"Irza?" I muttered in a very low voice. Irza to Rara's house? What is this? Is there something I'm missing about these two? I tried to think that all of this would be okay, but it turned out to be something very difficult for me to do.

Seeing Irza's presence at Rara's house, I couldn't deny all the turmoil that was in my heart.

To Be Continued ….