Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 1: Almost Wretched

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“Woi! Find dead lo?”

Heavy rain that obscured the view, forced a young man down from the vehicle when it almost hit someone. The standard of the motorbike driven down, then he approached one girl in a black hijab who was hiding her face behind a bag carried.

“Can you get bored of life do not nabrakin yourself to my motor?” the young man asked with emotion. Glass helmet that closed his eyes until raised because of growling. However, no matter how angry he is, not the answer obtained, but only the silence of the girl.

The atmosphere of rain mixed with a little wind became a supporter of the patience of the youth in the rain and the black helmet was very thin even barely exhausted. He stood up and dragged the girl. However, not until the young man's hand released energy, the girl in front of him looked up to make their two pairs of eyes meet.

“Myria!” the young man shouted spontaneously when he saw the girl who was about to be hit earlier was a known person.

“Angkasa ...” The girl's pale lips retorted when she found out who had just scolded her. He rubbed his face and said softly, “Ma−maaf, I did not accidentally slip earlier.”

“Ngapain lo here? Not that earlier ..”

“I ...” Myria. “I've just been evicted from my contract for a few months' rent.”

The two black eyes of Space widened hearing Myria's reply. He bent back with his hands on his knees. “That has a contract don't know what if you're grieving? Nyokap lo, right ..”

Myria shook her head. He hugged his bag tightly. “The person said several times gave a deadline for the late Mother. And now I can't get any more love. Plus my condition is a kara and still in school, he is not sure if I can pay.”

From behind the helmet that covers the face, Angkasa exhales. Rain still faithfully flushes the Earth, but Space forgets if it needs shelter rather than chatting.

“Now where are you going?” Finally Angkasa realized and asked while bringing Myria under a tree whose leaves were quite lush. Although not completely the leaves protect them from water, at least slightly reduce the intensity of droplets that hit the body.

Under the tree, both stopped. Space awaits an answer, while Myria still thinks. That girl had not much place to be for the purpose.

“Kasa, I want to try Friska's house and stay there for a while. Tomorrow or the day after just find a cost for me to stay.”

Not wanting to rain continuously, Angkasa pulled Myria again towards the motor. “Good! I'll take you to Friska.”

Instead of according, Myria actually noticed the hand that the Space was holding continuously. When the consciousness returned intact, he hurriedly jerked the hand of the young man in his class.

“Oh, sorry.” The space knows what is done. “Gue don't mean to do weird things like lo.” In order to convince Myria, Angkasa took two steps back. Then, the young man was about to open the raincoat that had been worn since.

Seeing the actions of Angkasa, Myria hastily ambushed, “Don't let go, Kasa! Just wear you. I've already been soaked.”

The Space Hand stopped. He saw Myria's face turning away. Then, not much to say, the young man again confirmed the zipper raincoat up.

Raindrops still accompany the journey of two third-graders of High School. Myria in the back kept her head down so that the water would not hit her face and eyes too often. His two senses of sight were already grievous from crying too much and splashing water earlier.

“Gue don't know Friska's house!” the space scream from the front. He put the vehicle back on track to hear Myria's reply.

“In the front alley there. It's still 200 meters, later turn left.”

Answer has been obtained. Space was silent again and focused on controlling the gas lever of his motor. The young man did not say much during the past year after coming out of a coma. Space, which was once a hobby of basketball and racing, is now never again seen undergoing these activities. In class, he was quiet and slept during the empty hours.

At the end of the alley that Myria was referring to, Angkasa stopped. He turned off the engine and pulled the standard of the vehicle using his feet. “This gang?”

Space is still silent. His silence was very mysterious because the lips in the helmet were invisible, while the eyes continued to look intensely. I don't know what the young man was really thinking.

Myria certainly not comfortable with the treatment of Space. The 18-year-old girl looked up while rubbing her face. ”Eum, Kasa, I'll pay you later when you get to school.”

Both of Space's eyebrows instantly rose together upon hearing Myria's speech. “Lo think I'm an ojek maker?”

The more wrong Myria was to face a young man like Space. He did not understand why that one guy kept paying attention without saying anything. So, do not blame Myria if you have thoughts of reciprocal matters because it has been helped. “Terus what do you want? Why don't you go?”

“Gue wait until you enter Friska.”

“Hah? Wh why? This is right, really, home dia.”

“Bawel very lo. Buruan, gih!”

Angkasa almost got off the motorbike and was about to drive Myria to the door, but the girl responded faster and immediately walked first.

The old wooden door was knocked on by Myria several times, but there was no answer. He did not give up and tried again to knock interspersed with greetings. Sometimes Myria looks back to see the sky from its place. It turned out to be true, the guy didn't budge in the least.

“Just go home.” Myria spoke softly like a whisper while cupping two hands beside her mouth trying to signal to Angkasa. He could not bear to see the classmate was silent under the rain despite the small drizzle left. “Kasa, just go home there.”

Not responding to Myria's request, Angkasa instead sat up straight and turned his face away. He looked straight ahead to ignore the girl who was still standing at the door.

“Ih, this guy is stubborn.” Myria nagged herself. He came back to knock on the door carefully and fortunately there was a response from within.

“Myria.” One girl in a long, headscarf instantly opened the door as her shocked face. Either surprised because his best friend came without news first or because Myria's condition was very chaotic.

“Friska, I ...”

“Sign in, My. Don't talk first.” Friska pulled Myria spontaneously. In fact, he did not see the conditions around. Myria who just wanted to say goodbye to Angkasa, as a result did not have time to do that.

Space itself has put the motor back on. He should be home soon before evening comes. The rain began to subside along the road so as not to make it difficult for Angkasa to drive.

“Waalaikumussalam. Kasa, why did you just come home? Mama's worried. How many times have you called, but you didn't answer.”

The door of the living room has just closed, lips also just finished saying greetings, but such questions have welcomed Angkasa. The young man was not surprised in the least and continued his steps towards the person who had asked.

“I was alone this afternoon, Ma,” he replied while kissing the mother's hand.

“You should be able to go home before it rains. Look at you, it must be cold, right? Not to mention the wet and slippery roads. That's prone, Nak.”

“Ma, I'm driving carefully now. It's been over a year, but Mama still doesn't believe me?”

“Lost you're Mama's only son, Kasa. Mama doesn't want that bad thing to happen again.”

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