ALARAIN: Big Identity
2. Nimbrostates

Call Me Rain's

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The tense atmosphere came in the XII-2 CI class, an impromptu exam for today with Indonesian subjects ready to begin. The teacher by name, Mr. Asep Yadi, gave a question sheet as well as an answer sheet. Maybe it's a CI class, but not everyone's special, right?

Alrain was silent, he looked at the matter clearly on his desk. For a moment Alrain was confused, he did not know what to write. According to Alarain, Indonesia is too complicated. But, uh,

"The question and answer papers are collected within thirty minutes."

In Alarain's view, he never felt that he was a genius. Being able to enter a favorite High School was a blessing to him.

"Alarain Jayden!"

"Given!"

"Open your hat! Continue..."

Alarain said with a soft head covering that he let go. Fortunately, he sat in the corner seat and was not too noticed and casually touched the gauze that was right on the forehead. Alarain smiled bitterly, then worked on the matter with his left hand.

"Revan Wijaya do it right away and don't steal your eyes!"

Revan Wijaya, the same young man who bullied Alarain on the sidewalk last night. Revan Wijaya, a guy who is now staring intensely at Alarain who sits across his chair despite being blocked by a bench.

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"Is there a pad with plaster?"

After the impromptu exam ended the XII-2 CI class was treated to a blank hour, as the teachers held an emergency meeting on what had happened at the school last week. He went to the UKS, to clean his forehead.

"Our plaster doesn't have, the stock is up and nobody's buying it right now. Need it again?" The answer is a PMR member who served under the name Aliya Paramudya, Alarain believes he is his underclassman.

"Sister from CI class right? If you want to wait, I can ask another PMR child. Brother's wound looks so bad!" he said while looking at the gauze covered in blood on Alarain's forehead.

"No, I clean it!" He started walking towards watafel. Aliya felt bad about this situation.

"Mmm, my brother first yes, would you help another friend, big brother right?" Aliya asked carefully. Alarain hummed in return.

Slowly Alarain opened his cloth, he grimaced when he felt pain. Well, this isn't how dilnding the initial wound is. But, to buy Plaster Alarain must leave school. Look at the reflection of his face in the mirror. Alarain washed his face, then sighed. He touched the wound on the forehead, his blood had indeed stopped, but, if triggered the torn wound would reopen. Just like earlier, just as he was about to pick up the pen that accidentally fell, his head hit the table hard right on his forehead.

The UKS door opened, Alarain turned his attention and saw Revan, walking with his hands in the pocket of his uniform.

"Thank you!" said later. Alarain looked at Revan in confusion. Why is this guy still faithfully standing looking at her? "Why?" Ask.

"Gue anter lo to the puskesmas, make your wound jaitin!"

"Don't listen to this!" Alarain replied in panic.

"Sampe not one day of school and absent?" Last night he met this girl on the sidewalk in a tense situation. The next day Alarain did not go to school and now he is present with wounds without treatment.

"Gue said the same thing to you...,"

"Same cave you know Van and pretty yeah!" he cut Revan's speech firmly. Alarain doesn't like people to know more about him. But Revan? Why does that guy keep trying to get into his life.

"Gue loves you!" Revan sighed slowly. He looked at Alarain who now looked at his face more confused and pale. "Udah more than ten times I actually love you, twenty even!"

Alarain is getting down. Yes know. But, if talking about likes, and who he likes, Alarain can not answer. Confused by his condition, he was confused by his heart. Because what Alarain knew, love is painful.

"We're not the same Van!"

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After leaving Revan in the UKS office, Alarain chose to calm his heart in a secluded place in the school environment, which was not prominent and quiet.

Revan Wijaya's. I don't know what description Alarain should say about his classmates. He's too perfect for her. And Alarain also wanted to ask, why does Revan Wijaya like it? Is he among those who need to be pitied?

It all started with X class and up until now the guy never stopped to say that he liked himself.

Yes, Revan Wijaya is too perfect. He was a member of the basketball club. One of the most medals in school. Revan is not a chairwoman of the osis, but all the schoolmates know him. She is good at singing and her voice is also smooth. Have a lot of online-offline fans. The most interesting thing is that Revan Wijaya has always been the first rank parallel of every class, and the general champion of one school. His family is very well-regarded and educated. His father was a doctor and his mother a doctor.

So what does he have to match Revan? It is like the cloud of Nimbostratus, which is at its lowest altitude, unscathed and formless. Alarain is too low for Cirrus clouds like Revan Wijaya.

"Anyone?!" Someone patted her shoulder hard. Alarain surprised. He looked at the perpetrator sharply, while the troubled one showed an annoying grin.

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