Love Raka
Chapter 20

Pov Raka's

I used to assume that with love, my life would be full of beautiful colors that would decorate my daily life, but it was just a fantasy, in fact with the love of my life getting messy.

"Well, Lah, why did my bike stop?" I muttered as I pulled the gas lever that felt deflated, did not want to go, then the motor slowly stopped at the edge of the road, With the condition of the engine that died.

"It's basic that it's unlucky not to be bothered, the bike just as if it doesn't want to entertain me who is sad." I grumbled while starting my bike back But unfortunately the bike just grunts not want to turn on.

I watched the speedometer look at the full meter, to see the gasoline in the tank, but the full meter showed that the gasoline was still available, because it was still in the middle.

"Why do you have to do everything....?" I share the same silent motor.

I started doing various ways to get my bike back to life, ranging from holding onto checking the fireplace lane, but still the bike was not on, he said, until I finally opened the seat and saw the gasoline in the tank.

"Goat........! turns out the gasoline runs out full meter is already damaged, damn it is shit....!" I said while closing the motorcycle seat and then lowering the standard two, then pushing my motorbike to look for retail gasoline.

The scorching sun continued to burn my body, until finally sweat began to pour, my breath began to hunt, because it had to wrestle with the heat of the day that felt burning the body. long struggling I finally arrived at one of the gas sellers, without making small talk I filled my motor gasoline to the brim.

After getting the fuel, the bike started to light up again and I could continue my way home accompanied by a sense of annoyance and annoyance that I could not express.

Arriving at home, I dropped my body on the mattress in my room and pulled out my phone to check, afraid that an important message had come in. But my phone was very quiet, there are only notifications from operators offering prizes without proof.

I opened the messaging app, then wrote the status. "Bad Day," after posting the status, I put the phone next to where I was lying.

The tring! trings! trings!

The cellphone notification was also lit, indicating that there was one call coming in. I lazily took it and saw Who the person who called me, after being noticed it was Devina.

Before I picked up the phone I took a breath first and woke the body from the bed. I don't feel like adding to my burden by listening to Devina's babble, but if not lifted can add to my problems that have accumulated.

"Yes what's up Devin" I asked in a limp voice.

"It's hard to call, where are you going?"

"I just got to Devin, sorry if it's a little late. Why?" my answer ends with a question.

"Why are you posting status, Bad Day, Bad Day everything?"

"It's okay!"

"Really?" devina asked who sounded slightly lowered the intonation of her voice.

"It's okay, I'm just fine." answered me who was still limp as if he had no desire to live.

"Oh Raka....! You do use status posts like that on WhatsApp, if you're having problems you confide dong with me. we're going out, just shy....!" devina grunts without dots and commas.

Hearing my girlfriend's rant I just took a deep breath, calming the heart that was beginning to be lured back. It felt like yelling back at the rant, yet I still appreciated her as a woman, whom she had to treat meekly - I just stroked my chest accepting this heavy pressure.

"Who wants to make sure you fight, which there are You who often make sure I berantem. You often lie, often do not listen if I am talking. you should be grateful to have a boyfriend as good as me, even you just wasted it. Where do you feel Raka....?" cerocos Devina's.

"Huh...!" The sound of my rough breathing while scratching my forehead that does not feel itchy.

"Why grunt, you are upset.you are reminded even like not to accept, I am not good what Raka?"

"Devina, you know what you have in common with soap operas?"

"Had Raka not to fight, we should have a serious conversation."

"Together, tired of the drama is not finished," I explained as I raised the tone of the voice.

"Kok you so the hell talking, use everything again" said Devina who sounded not accept but I remained silent did not answer.

"Raka..., Raka....! you answer dong, you don't just shut up." said Devina after a while not hearing my reply.

Feeling that there was no meaning in continuing the conversation, I immediately shifted the red button until the phone was disconnected.

The tring! trings! trings!

My phone was ringing, and Devina looked back at me, but I let the phone ring until it ended.

The tring! trings! trings!

My phone rang again, but I still ignored it, even now I screech the call and then silent the phone so that when there is an incoming call is not heard.

I threw my body back into the bed, looking up at the ceiling while imagining the events I had gone through with Devina, the events that were originally sweet, now turned into immature fruit, maybe this is how it feels to be in real love.

The night after eating with the family, my mind had not returned to calm, I finally asked permission from my mother and father to go out for a while, wanting to calm down from everything I had faced these few days.

After arriving at the parking lot, I took out a mobile phone looks like there have been many notifications that entered ranging from calls to messages sent by Devina.but I did not pay attention to that, I looked for a contact named Sulistyo, I looked for a contact named Sulistyo, after I met, I also massaged the Call button to contact him.

"What's up, Bro?" ask Tio after the phone is connected.

"Lu where is Yo?" I asked again without regard to Tio's words.

"At Bro's house, what's up?"

"The cave wait at the headquarters, if you still consider your friend's cave, don't let it not come!"

"What's wrong, you must be fighting again with Devina huh?" tio asked a guess but I did not answer the question, because I immediately disconnected the phone.

After putting the phone in my pants pocket, I started the motorbike and then went out of the house to flyover not far from home. Flyover is usually used to hang out young children, because in that place there are many sellers of five feet that are shallow, so the atmosphere looks very crowded.

Arriving at the intended place, I parked the motor and then sat on the shoulder of the road by holding the hair slightly squeezed so that the problems that perched in my brain were also uprooted. my eyes continued to scan the area around seeing children my age were chatting with friends, some were laughing, some were telling me some were eating snacks at night.