Rain Bias: The Memory of You
Wait around

As Naya said, I ended up waiting quietly at the stop.

It didn't rain today. The weather was very bright even rarely I found clouds that clustered to form a gray color.

There was only a blue sky and thin clouds moving slowly or not moving at all. In other words, it's hot. It is time for the students to go home.

Even though it was nearing the afternoon, the sweat pouring down my back could not be lied to. It's really hot today.

As far as the eye could see, a sea of students was seen sweeping out of the gate and spreading out along the way.

Someone came home because they were picked up.

Someone has to slide the pedal first to go down the hill.

There are those who cannot go home because there are extracurricular activities so they come out just to buy snacks.

There are also waiting for the arrival of the bus at the stop, like me.

The stop was so full that the me who was not good at breaking through could only lean on the school fence and wait for the stop to be quieter.

I don't mean to go home soon anyway.

There's somethin...

There's something I want to say to that guy.

I stared again at the bus coming like people at the bus stop. Unlike everyone else who was waiting for the arrival of the bus, I was waiting for its appearance.

We met twice, but I still remember that he was coming from that direction.

Or didn't? I'm not sure we've met twice.

The name Luthfi is not foreign. Like I've seen or heard that name all around me. So many times that I forgot where I had heard it.

So today I want to ask him.

One by one the buses drove past the stop. Little by little the people at the stops began to dwindle due to being transported by the stopped buses and taking them to their destination.

I patiently await the arrival of Luthfi.

Unlike Yiva who is difficult to get away from the phone, I wait for him while watching around.

For example, counting the number of petals of one of the pink roses that grow creeping around the school fence.

If I get tired of observing the petals, I turn to pay attention to the lavender flowers that grow behind the fence. They adorn as far as the fence surrounds the school.

The combination of purple lavender, pink roses, and white school fences is very pampering for the eyes.

"Woah there is a ladybug, just this time I saw the ladybug directly." I slowly approached one of the flowers that was infested by the ladybug. Don't forget to crouch down to see more clearly.

Small insects with orange-colored shells decorated with black-colored spots perched on the leaves quietly. His head was very small with two antennas attached there.

"Such a bullet shell," I murmured quietly. I tried counting the spots on his shell.

"One, two, three four, five, uh. well fly." I couldn't finish my count because the ladybug flew away, "should count my heart out."

Maybe she realized something was watching her, I.

It's getting late but Luthfi's not coming. I saw the bus app installed on my phone. There was no last remaining bus.

I took a deep breath while staring sadly in that direction. "Is it because it's raining so Luthfi doesn't come?"

"So she's a rain fairy who always comes in the rain?" my mummies chuckle. Then I fell silent, "he's human, right?"

'Plak'

The sound of a slap on my cheek made me realize, "Think what the hell I am, yes obviously a human being."

It didn't hurt, but slapping my cheek slowly became a habit as my mind led to strange things.

"Naura? Why are you still here?"

The familiar voice of men made me look. Actually, without even looking I already knew that person was calling me.

"Who else at the stop?" I shouldn't have vented my annoyance at him, but that guy somehow always pissed me off when he saw him.

"From three o'clock?" He checked the time on his watch, "now it's six and a half, don't you know what the bus is?"

Angga ignored my cynical remarks to him, probably because he did not bother because I said it without any hateful intent.

"Yeah, there's still one last bus. Relax," I said, slumping on the bench. I showed you an app that says one bus is still in the terminal.

Angga parked his bike on the side of the road and approached to look at my phone. "Hm...how is the bus that has passed through motion-pulling?"

Then Angga pointed to the internet speed number that was next to the time pointer on my phone. "Your internet quota is still there? No, zero point zero kilobytes. Don't fickle."

"Huh? Real time?! I just bought a quota a week ago you know," I quickly quit the app and checked the rest of the quota.

Meanwhile, Angga pulled out his phone and opened the bus app. "I don't have another bus coming through here, you know."

I'm weak to hear it. When I pulled up again, my quot was up a while ago. Notifications that always appear as quota alerts do not appear because I use silent mode on the phone.

Already not meeting Luthfi, missed the last bus, especially later?

Angga looked at me pityingly, and I was getting annoyed.

"Why do you think about it?" I said while pouting. I don't like his look.

"That's funny how you can't go home." After that he laughed loudly.

"Emang asked to be yanked, yes, you. Here hgga!" I screamed and got up to slap her back. He ran away from me as a result of us chasing around the stop.

Surprisingly, Angga laughed as if enjoying this chase action. "I'm tired!"

Hearing me scream, Angga lowered his running speed. I smiled brightly.

'Plaque! Plaque! Plaque!'

I'm tired of running but content to have hit that shitty guy. Back sitting on the bench stop, I let out a long sigh and picked up the tumbler inside the bag.

Seeing me drink, Angga stood next to his bike and raised the standard of the bike. "Do you want me to get anterin? We're mostly in the same direction" he asked as he patted the iron on the back of the bike.

He told me to stand on the two iron sticks from the right and left of the center of the wheel.

I shook my head slowly, "You're with Virha." When I found out that there was no more bus, I sent a message to Virha to go home together.

"Oh, Virha's still in school?" ask Angga. I don't know if it's just my feeling, but Angga's voice sounded disappointed.

"Yes, he's about to finish" he said." I just got a message that Virha is going out with her bike.

Virha's house is far from school and she does not have time to go home which is certainly due to various activities as a representative of OSIS. So, I don't want him to bring a bike.

Sometimes if he was diligent, he would bring a car to pick us up.

Virha is the son of a rich man, he said. I've never been to her house because she lives alone in an apartment. It may be seen from there that he was the son of a rich man.

Well, after all, the identity of the children who attend school here cannot be that simple.

"Yaudah if so, I am first. Dah Naura," Angga yelled as he scooped his bike and went away. I returned his hand and shouted back.

"Be careful on the road!"

Not long after, the sound of a motor horn sounded making me turn to the source of the sound.

Virha took off her helmet glass and gave me the helmet. "On behalf of Naura?"

"Oh yes, ma'am. Her name is Virha, right? I was afraid of riding the wrong ojek," I said while receiving a helmet and wearing it.

"Yes, I'm Virha. Sorry, it was jammed in the parking lot. The idiot didn't want to give back together."

I frowned then realized that there was one more motor coming out of the gate.

"Heee, you dumbass?" I muttered softly and greeted the man, "Sore, father of ketos!"

"Naura afternoon, I don't know if you're really going home together."

"I told you that I don't go home alone, how is it?!" virha's shrill voice interrupted Yavan's words.

Hearing that Yavan only smiled as if he was not disturbed. "Then I'll pick Virha up, Naura. I'm ahead, good afternoon."

"Ah, yes. Good afternoon too, Yavan."

"Heh, who are you nitip-nitipin me to people. Oi! You hear no?!"

Yavan ignored Virha's screams and drove away from us quietly without being distracted in the slightest.

"Udah, let's go home. I'm laper," I said trying to calm Virha down.

Virha exhaled in annoyance, "Why do you want to buy some food first? I pay for it."

The roar of the motorbike engine began to sound, we moved slowly through the crowded streets smoothly.

"Yeayy, let's get Virha to stop by to eat first!"

"Every mbak, don't forget the guts of maps yes."

"But my quota abis, can only make chatan."

"Eh?"

"Eh?"

Virha pulled the bike over and muttered, "Sama."

"Jaudah ate in my apartment, lived in the cuisine of my sister."

"Jude."

Virha turned the motor back on and turned the direction towards my residential area.

I'm not sure, is Virha really a rich kid?