Love Raka
chapter 23

Pov Raka's

"That's it, because if you've been dating for a long time, you'll understand that dating isn't for fun....! the courtship is a time where we learn from each other, understand each other, understand each other, accept each other, plus love each other." Mas Akbar clearly told

"Apaan deh mas, it's like a cave that always has to understand Devin, but he never knows a cave mas."

"Oh yeah, Time anyway....?" Mas Akbar replied as if in disbelief.

"Really Mas....! The cave lies."

"That means it is not a courtship, because if the courtship must understand each other, commit to each other, for example the same cave as Brother Lo." explained Mas Akbar.

"What is mutual understanding and commitment?" I asked while staring at my sister-in-law.

"Sister lo can accept the cave as it is, if he thinks this cave is rigid like a robot. and the cave can accept the behavior of your brother who is restless in the afterlife, just like you said, as you said, and what you know when you want to go to dinner alone, his clothes are like an elementary school child who is following the carnival of used goods," replied Mas Akbar While smiling proudly.

"Baby! I heard you," said Miss Vira in a voice, making me just stare at the smile justifying what was conveyed by my sister-in-law.

"Look Raka. Everyone must have shoes, but not everything fits right. Now the choice is two, you still want to wear that shoe or you look for another shoe, which fits, he said, that fits our feet." continued Mas Akbar made me pause for a moment, digesting what was delivered.

After a long time thinking I began to understand, because if the shoes we wear do not fit, there are two possibilities that will happen. firstly the shoes will be damaged, both legs will be injured, abrasions, and blisters, because the shoes are a nuisance.

"Do you mean the cave?" follow Mas Akbar while staring at me.

I just nodded my head to answer that question, now that my mind has started to open up a bit.

"Tetot......! time's up, now we're dating again....!" Shouted Sister Vira startlingly, she appeared suddenly from inside the house like a ghost who was in horror films.

"Oh, what the hell are you Ma'am, ngagetin aja....!" my grumbling while holding the chest because Mother Vira came suddenly.

"When the confidement is over, it's there into a deep bobo, tomorrow will be school." throw it out while moving my hand to drive me away with my fingertips.

"It's very arrogant, just had a boyfriend.., the song seems to have anything." I replied as I got up from my seat, then looked at Mas Akbar." the cave entered first Mas, Mas, Thank you for your enlightenment."

"OK ready.....!" he answered while lifting his thumb.

"Wash your face and don't forget to wash your feet...!" mama Vira shouted to remind.

"It's not clear, anyway, lo, mbak....!" reply me while still walking up the stairs to the second floor of the house.

Arriving in the room, I lay my tired body on a soft mattress.My laptop on the study desk looks very cool, but usually every day, but usually every day, the laptop is what makes my life colorful, but since getting acquainted with the name of love and feeling what it feels like to fall in love, I began to forget it, Moreover, coupled with spices that are less tasty in relationships, and, it has made me go further and further into my hobby of writing.

I stirred up the body and then squeezed my head. My delusion was recalled with Devina who some days was very annoying, she always scolded me and always wanted to be heard when she spoke, she said, without thinking about the same feelings I wanted to be heard by her.

"Why is falling in love so beautiful so short, now lives scary.don't want to go to school quickly, if I can I want to take a month off, so as not to meet Devina?" I asked while taking a deep breath, calming the mind that was struggling to fly everywhere.

"I tried to obey what Tio said, maybe now I am enjoying writing my fantasies in the novel that I used to display on the school wall, no urgency to think of others who are not necessarily thinking about my current situation."

My daydream stopped because my bedroom door was knocking, I lazily glanced at the door and asked.

"Who?"

"Mr Raka," replied the one who knocked on the door.

"Oh sir, come in sir....!" I answered while confirming the position of the face that was tangled, so as not to cause strange questions from the father.

My bedroom door was pushed, and then came in my father with a white singlet t-shirt combined with a checkered holster, typical of the fathers when at home.

"Where's it coming from?" ask the Father while looking at me.

"Main the same Tio sir."

"Oh, have you prayed?"

"Not yet, just nyampe sir." I replied while bowing my head.

"Salat first.., it is an obligation. because even though it is in any situation the prayer is number one, and if it can be done with congregation," said the Father gave advice.

"Yes sir, Raka wanted to calm the mind for a moment."

"Why should we wait for the mind to calm down.Without prayer our mind will be calmer?" answer me back to asking.

"Why can we calm down with prayer?"

"Because we have carried out our duties as living beings in this world. Coincidentally our religion is Islam, so inevitably we have to continue to carry out the obligation. both in a narrow or airy state, either being difficult or being happy.emang now what is your mind?" clearly the father ended with a question.that is his attitude that is always sensitive to changes in the face of his son.

Getting such a question, I just kept quiet because my tongue felt silly to explain honestly. You see it's a personal matter, a matter that is ashamed to be told with parents.

"Why shut up, tell me...! Who knows if you can find a solution."

"Shy ah, sir....!" I answered while lowering my head.

"Why should you be ashamed, usually you like a lot of stories with your father, or maybe Now you're having a problem, yes, who it is, the name of the girl you used to tell."

"Which girl sir?" I said pretending not to know

"Emang son Papa has how many girls, hahaha. great if you have a lot, like his father used to be then."

"No sir, one has already mummified" I replied unconsciously starting to explain the incident that happened to me.

"Well, well, it must be fished first, then you want to tell a story. Mumet why?: ask the Father while getting up and then sit next to me.

I didn't answer back, I just lowered my gaze as embarrassment started to crack, my face was hot, as if unaware of what I had just said.